This is turning into a regular theatrical appearance

Soooo, some drama took place last night on a certain popular MMO, involving a particular person, who I am normally very fond of, being butthurt over how I decided to economize on sacrificing my enjoyment time. It seemed like I was expected to wait for all eternity despite having priorities now that require I sleep at some point, that it was my fault schedules and time zones don't coincide, and that I was incredibly evil for trying to turn a chicken shit situation into a chicken salad one.

In the past I was always the apologetic one, backing down and making excuses for things that I honestly couldn't help, but last night I bit back. I'm sick and tired of apologizing for shit that isn't really my fault.

In other news, I WROTE MY FIRST ARTICLE FOR THE PAPER!

I'm a FAMA Llama!

Slow day at work today, so I decided to update this thing since I haven't done that in a while.

First order of news: I have now acquired the Merrymaker title with Flavien on WoW, and he's proudly and flamboyantly displaying his newly-acquired shiny.

CHRISTMAS! I got a bunch of neat stuff, and of course my parents went overboard and got me a matching purse/wallet set from Liz Claiborne, in lovely browns and beiges, with stitching and I believe I see some patchwork of ostrich skin worked in there. I got make-up from my sister, and an enameled compact mirror, a scarf, and probably something else I can't remember right now.

The evening and dinner went well, with a couple of hiccups and hurdles, but I shan't go into the nitty-gritty, it's just standard FAMA (family drama).

In other news, I started playing Minecraft and I'm totally hooked. I have stayed up into the not-so-wee hours of the morning just trying to get that 'last bit of iron', or just to place 'that last piece of cobblestone' to complete my castle's spires. It's an awesome sandbox type game for those who have an active imagination and are fond of lego and building amazing things out of nothing.

Newspapery!

I'm going to get to look for business news today! Woooo! I'm really excited! Let's hope what I find isn't total and utter crap, eh?

Now, on with the gophering!

Picture Perfect - The Boardwalk & Hotel Views

Last bunch of photos!

The Boardwalk is a quaint maritime-themed restaurant situated on the Dubai lagoon, where you can sit outside on the decks overlooking the water. They served various international cuisine, seeing as it also had something of a world traveller feel to it, in any event all of it was really delicious fare. The tempura here was awesome, best I've had yet.

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The picture directly below is a shot of the marina right outside our hotel, shot from the kitchen window. Below that image is a picture snapped outside on the balconey showing the front view from the hotel, where you can see more of the marina, and the man-made Jumeira Palm islands behind it. The last pic is just a generic shot of the hotel dining area, I just liked the minimalist retro look.

Picture Perfect - Emirates & Dragon Malls

The Emirates mall has a freaking ski slope built right into it! You can just make it out in the picture below.

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Left: My sister posing in front of some rather large Chinese crockery in the Dragon mall. Above: Unfortunately the children's zone was covering the Dynasty Warriors style mural hanging down from the top floor of the Dragon mall down to the bottom, but it was still awesome enough for a photo op.



A little bit of Engrish silliness spurred me on to put these two pictures together. LASTING LONG VIBRATOR COMPANY! WE SELL GOOD MASSAGER! LASTING LONG!

Picture Perfect - Jumeira Palm & Atlantis

Here are some snapshots of one of the artificial Palm islands we drove into on our trip. Mum and dad have a time-share on this particular palm, called the Jumeira Palm, and on the outer rim framing the central palm trunk and fronds are a string of hotels, one of which we got really close to called Atlantis.

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Above is the atlantis hotel and resort.

Left shows the Atlantis themepark mall's Aquarium. The image is a bit dark, but that's because the lighting in this section was dimmed to make the fish tanks 'pop'. Unfortunately it seemed like 80% of the themepark was closed the day we went, probably some dignitary visiting, so we didn't get to go in and check it out. There were some neat piratey themed things too!

The ceiling in the center of the themepark mall was painted with an aquatic theme. Really awesome looking.


Mum and dad coming up the steps just before you go into one of the Jumeira Palm time-share residences. They were showing us the location of the flat and the grounds. Really awesome views from the beach side as seen below.



Roadside snapshot, this is directly in front of the Atlantis hotel pictured above.

Picture Perfect - Left Bank

I can't for the life of me remember what this place was called, but I remember we ate on the Left Bank, so the post will be named as such.

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The mall and shopping area was really spectacular with carved wooden ceilings indoors and "old-style" arabian market alleyways and bazaars in the courtyard. Outside there was a canal you could get ferried across from one section of the mall to the other, and the cafes overlooked the water. The food here was also incredibly delicious.




Above you can see the giant croc. ALL HAIL THE GIANT CROC! To the left is a snapshot of a shisha shop in the covered souk part of the mall, and the image below is a little bit dark, but it was just a general bric-a-brac shop selling all manner of pots and deco items.

Picture Perfect - Me!

Here are two pics of me, one taken in the hotel, and the one below it was taken at the Ibn Battuta mall showcased further down.



We went in search of the girliest shop we could find to pose in front of. I dare say we succeeded in our search. So much pink.



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Picture Perfect - Ibn Battuta

Here we have some photos of the Ibn Battuta mall. There were themed quarters encompassing China, Persia, Egypt, India, and Morocco/Tunisia, there may also have been more that we didn't see. I think during the whole trip, this was probably the most fun place to walk around in.

They had history displays about all of Ibn Battuta's travels and about the early use of astronomy, among other neat things. This place was so impressive, it really made my eyes bulge outward.

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Random man walked into my shot, didn't even apologize. Asshole. Also my seestor looking very pretty at the Tunisian section of town.


Mum and dad posing in front of a very large amphora in Tunisia town. Also a very blurry photo of the archway leading in and out of one part of Tunisia town.



Below, some blurry images of architectural stuff. That chandelier is the size of eight grown men, by the by.

Picture Perfect - Mercato

As promised, photographs! With some commentary thrown in.

Let's start with the Mercato Mall, which I fondly refer to as Ezio Land! It was like being in a fake Venice. I was grinning like an idiot because everywhere I turned I could see an Ezio swinging off the sides of buildings.

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The Channel Master

I elected to stay in the hotel today; my feet have just about seen all the Dubai they can stand. So I will just let them rest and enjoy the view from the 17th floor, which is actually quite spectacular. I might go up and spend a little time at the bar, but my laziness meter right now isn't budging.

FEETS PAIN

We walked. Everywhere.

Feet killing me.

Gonna go lie down now.

Forever.

Ow.

Bloody connection issues!

I think my ethernet driver was fucked up, so I couldn't connect to the highspeed internet in the room, so now I'm sitting in the very uncomfortable lobby posting the post I had saved on my PC and writing a fresh rant.

I'm uncomfortable and cramped, and I had no chance to unwind after today's adventure, but eh.

Also, Jub, if you're reading this, Blizzard didn't like you logging into my account, so they changed my password for me. Don't worry about it, I guess I have to wait another year for my violet proto drake *sad panda eyes*.

We had lunch at the Boardwalk today, awesome place. We also almost got stabbed to death by a seagull, but it swerved the right way eventually. Took some photos. Again, these will be released to the public at an undisclosed location and time, but I feel confident that it will involve photobucket and a lot of struggling with cell phone settings.

I paid for a full fucking hour >.< I'm fucking sitting on this fucking uncomfortable chair until it fucking kills me!

5 minutes more...

Mi Dispiace

We went to the Mercato and Ibn Battuta malls a couple of days ago... Man, I thought our malls in Kuwait were something special. YEAH RIGHT. It was all themed, and gorgeous. We had breakfast in Mercato, where everything look Venetian. I was imagining Ezio climbing the walls all over, so I was grinning like a fool while munching away on my turkey sandwich. Very nice place indeed, I took some photos which shall be forthcoming in a future post.

At Ibn Battuta we were treated to the delight of themed sections of mall, from Chinese to Moroccan. I took a bunch of photos of the Chinese section of the mall, including the incredible display of a Chinese junk ship. Yes. A ship. INSIDE THE FUCKING MALL. I was like O____O it blew me away.

I'm not sure where we're going tomorrow, but my feet are killing me right now >_<

One shower later, and here I am, typing away at Open Office Writer, since there's something wrong with the high speed cable and my computer doesn't seem to pick it up *grumpy face*, unless there's something wrong with my computer port... Though that seems a little bit unlikely. Ah well, we can go to the lobby and use the wireless I suppose.

Tomorrow is another adventure!

The Kitchen Sink

I'm all packed for the trip to Dubai tomorrow!

... At least I think I am.

You know how when you go away for a weekend, or a week, or however long a trip it is you're going on, and you realize when you get there you didn't pack the one thing that you needed, even though you're sure it was on the list?

Yeah.

I feel there will be some sort of similar consequence this time around no matter how many precautions I take, so I'm really close to just saying 'fuck it' and trusting to fate that I will somehow screw myself over in the remember-to-pack-that-one-important-thing department. Just accept it and move on. They have convenience stores in Dubai. It's not like I'm going to some destitute goat herding village in the Himalayas for six months.

On the note of remembering to pack important shit; I had better go and pack down the cell phone charger, before I forget.

"He won't play with that."

Sometimes I just love proving a parental unit wrong.

We went to Ace Hardware last night and I picked up a few things for the cat. Now, I know that pets are like kids, and like kids they will get bored with the same toys, so I decided to get a few new things to keep Stitch entertained while we're on our trip to Dubai.

So I got him a plastic tunnel with a ball trapped in it, a couple of catnip mice (he loves these, he'll rub his face all over them), a scratcher (which I will admit he hasn't used yet, nor do I think he ever will), and some ping pong balls (I don't even need to say how much he loves these). However, the item my mother took issue with was the plastic tunnel with the trapped ball, and I quote directly "he won't play with that."

What does the cat do when we come home and I unwrap his new plastic tunnel?

HE VIGOROUSLY GIVES IT A WORKOUT. VIGOROUSLY.

Gee, mom, I guess your predictions were slightly off.

Slightly.

We're busy censoring 3D breasts right now, be back later!

What. The. Fuck.

Just a simple warning for anyone thinking of trying the Arabic version of Runes of Magic: YOU WILL FIND NO CLEAVAGE IN THE GAME. Breasts exist, sure, but all the skin underneath revealing clothing is censored into this horrible gray-black set of thermal underwear... *shakes head*.

Oh well, the game itself is fun enough to play... Where's my VPN when I need it, goddamnit.

NB: I found it amusing there was still a breast size slider, I would have figured they would make that static. NO BIG BOOBS--YOU CAN'T SEE ANYWAY--FOR YOU! But thankfully you can have giant knockers, you're just not allowed to see them in the bare flesh.

Oh The Tides of Change

They washed away my sins and made me... BLEEDIN' FUCKIN' ANGREH!

Perhaps that was a less than forgiving assessment, therefore I shall amend my previous statement and simply say: I am dissatisfied. With what? You might ask. Allow me to tell you. Runes of Magic is a delightful F2P MMO. I cannot play this MMO without activating a VPN service. This in turn means, that I would need to go through extra trouble if I ever wanted to get anything off the game's item mall.

Why all this hubbub, Nata?

BECAUSE THIS SITE HAS TAKEN OVER THE MIDDLE EASTERN PUBLISHING OF RUNES OF MAGIC. Not only that, but they have renamed the game to Runes of Might, which sounds ridiculous in English, but somewhat... No, it still sounds ridiculous in Arabic. They're also behind on patches. NO ELVES FOR YOU. But, I'm still downloading it. Why? Why endorse the fuckers who are limiting where I can play? Well, I don't know, probably so I can log in and look at all the bad Engrish. I need a laugh.

In other news, I very well may have a job come December! Al-Watan Daily are hiring *wink wink*, but you didn't hear this from me. Don't ask me where their contact information is, they never thought about putting it in, then again it'll be my job to make sure it's there.

GOING TO DUBAI ON THE 21st! WOO!

Golden Goose

OMFG! I swear, my mage on Fenris server has the Sun shining out of his ass or something, because he got THREE rare mounts with hardly any effort at all, AND a sand crawler from the fishing dailies.

I was queued for Coren Direbrew today, and did the monotonous encounter, not expecting to get more than frost badges in my keg, but what happens instead? I got badges, AND a remote, AND a RAM! OMG OMG OMG! I was like gesticulating madly in all directions. It was epic. No, not the mount, the moment damnit! Well, yes, the mount is epic too, but that's not what we're discussing here.

All I need now is the brewfest kodo, and I'll pretty much have all the 'WANT THAT!' items for the brewfest holiday.

Flavien, a freshly minted mage, now has more cool shit than Starshard, whom I've had way longer. That's sad.

TABULA RASA!

OMG I GOT MY NEW TABLET TODAY! SQUEEEEE!

Pros:

• Better handling than my previous tablet.
• Replacement nibs.
• More features.
• Better design.
• Better usability.
• Wireless battery-free pen.
• Better set-up software.
• Better utility interface.
• Glides a lot easier in Photoshop CS2.
• Adjustable sensitivity.

Cons:

• Slightly smaller size than my previous tablet.
  
• Odd angle for the power cord.
• Express buttons get in the way sometimes.

On the whole? Extremely happy with it! Now to go off and draw more penises with it.

Post Orifice Drama

This rant needs a little back-story before I delve into it, so here it is.

Normally, we collect our mail from our area's post office where we have our P.O. box, which we need to physically visit, unlock, and collect our mail from. Our area's post office was undergoing some sort of renovation that required it to be closed for 4-5 months, which meant that our mail was rerouted to a neighbouring area's post office.

Clear so far? Okay, here comes the rant.

Went to the rerouting post office today to pick up the mountains of mail that have probably collected over the past couple of months, and was informed that the post office for our area is open once more! Hooray! Except for one thing... I don't have the key. No idea where dad stashed it. It's not my mail, so I'm not nervous... Yet.

Foot pain. OW. IT HURTS. I don't know what I did, but I woke up yesterday morning and it would shriek at me whenever I flexed my second toe upward. Muscular/tendon pain probably, but it's still hurting even today, albeit less intensely. Perhaps another hot foot bath is in order.

Synonym Roll

Yeah, you guessed it, the title has absolutely nothing to do with the contents of this entry, but I was on the can when I thought about it and I figured it was pretty cool, so I went with it. Never ignore ideas that pop up while you're relieving yourself, they could turn out to be the best thoughts you ever had.

That aside, I just finished one of the boy's love games I bought recently from JAST USA. Enzai is an interesting storybook type of game, which isn't anything new in the hentai game industry, but it was sufficiently horrible and brutal, certainly living up to its parental guidance labels. There was enough S&M in there to make wet all the leather-clad 'mommies' in the world. In a word, not for the faint of heart. What do you mean that was more than a word? ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT I'M TYPING?!

Moving on, the other game Absolute Obedience is on hold at the moment while I watch season eleven of LOL & HOARDER ISEEYOU, everyone's favourite sex crimes division. Elliot makes me hot in naughty places, so does Benson for that matter. She can bend me over her knee any day.

Freaks

Lately it seems I've run into more than my fair share of crazy people. To illustrate further, today I just stumbled upon this, which made me laugh at first, and then it made me less than amused, until finally I said three little words.

Fuck God, Amen.

What has God ever done for anyone? Nothing. There's no salvation, no rivers overflowing with milk and honey for you when you die, no 72 virgins or however the fuck many they were supposed to be (and who wants to fuck an ignorant virgin every night anyway?). None of that is ever going to happen. And do you know why?

Because it is pure man-made fantasy. NO ONE knows what really happens when people die. Maybe you just don't go anywhere, or maybe you're reincarnated, or maybe you float into a place where seventy billion other souls are, only to get eaten by a giant tentacled monster of the cosmos.

Fear is what created religion, and I refuse to be afraid of the unknowable. Live life as you want. Hate and discrimination is for the fearful. Be fucking brave for a change, you cowardly motherfuckers.

Peace.

Inspiration is like...

... A sledgehammer to the balls; You never know when it'll hit, but you'll know when it does, and boy will you scream.

So I've been extremely excited this past week, because I actually managed to write a something! That's right. Not only did I write a something, I wrote THREE somethings. Oh yeah, I hear your gasps, even from way over here in my dank and dark cavern of hermitage.

THIS! However, I do feel obligated to warn people that this is a boy's love story, meaning there will eventually be handjobs and buttfucking. So if that sort of thing makes you feel a little bit like you want to kill innocent and fluffy things, DO NOT READ. Hell, DO NOT EVEN CLICK. Don't even think about it. NUH-UNH. Mister, I'm turning this blog around if you don't put that mouse--Oh you asked for it now.

It gets harder pulling on this thing...

What is up with fishing in WoW suddenly getting so much more difficult than it was when you were at 100 skill? Did the fish suddenly start weighing more? Do the flies not do their jobs? Is the bobber too bright now? Have the fish gotten smarter?

Yes that has to be it. They're catching on. Quick, bring the fish blindfolds and hide the light from those little fuckers.

Been a while since I ranted/commented about anything, blame laziness and a lack of motivation to share my daily trials and tribulations.

Job status: Still unemployed.
Countermeasure: Biding my time and enjoying unemployment until my money reserves dip into the red (will keep everyone posted on when it's time to crank the Red Alert handle--yes, handle, we didn't have a budget for a shiny button).

Alas poor Yorick, I think I stepped on him.

Hello non-existent readers!

Been a while, I know, but I haven't had a chance to really sit down and get super pissed off about anything in a while, so I was pretty zen about my environment... Up until today.

I was cruising the Y-Gallery artwork submissions and saw something that was pretty impressive. A commissioned piece. It had seven characters and a background, which tells me that it was probably a big project. Anyway, among the comments on the art, someone posted sarcastically(allegedly the commissioner himself) that it "only took 10 months".

What an asshole.

He couldn't draw his own sick fantasies, so he has to find someone else to draw them for him, and not only that but he bitches about how long it took? Dude, hint: it's not like ordering your favourite cholesterol-inducing greasy meal at the local diner. Artists have lives just like anyone else, and sometimes they can't work on their art, or it takes a while because they have other projects lined up. I know you paid, and I know you're expecting your piece eagerly, but unless there was an agreement established about when the art would be finished, you have no right to sabotage someone's comment page with a spiteful remark. That's just uncalled for.

The piece was fucking finished, it looks amazing. They did not scam you. Be THANKFUL. Someone took time out of their life to make you your miserable piece of artwork, so don't bitch and whine about how long it took. Ugh.

In gaming news, Perfect World released a new expansion =3 It looks super amazing, and I already downloaded it to try the Tideborn psychic class. Can we say glass cannon or what?! Dabbling around with it, dragging Jub back into it as well. My plans to take over the world are working, one relative at a time *evil cackle*.

One Year Older

Not yet, but soon. Actually on the 11th. You don't have to get me anything, your smile is enough for me... Screw that, I want everything under the sun, and an actual harem of men, rather than the one I'm imagining right now.

Do I feel any different? Not really, but my digestive system has become a lot more fussy over the years. TMI? Perhaps, but this is my blog, and I'll write about my finicky bowel movements if I like.

What do I want for my Birthday? I don't know really, perhaps a nice Vienna Teng CD, I've been meaning to get some of her music for a while. I told my sister I would like some makeup, and she said she would take me out this weekend and would treat me to some. Now don't go assuming that I'm one of those women who always paint themselves up, but I recently threw out a whole drawerful of the stuff that I didn't use, so... I kinda have none right now. 1 or 2 should be more than enough to tide me over for a year.

I'll probably ask my parents for an Xbot game... Trouble is, I'm full on those and haven't played any yet. *Ponder ponder*. You know, I'm not one to say that I have everything, but I can't seem to think of what I really really want until the opportunity has already passed. Goddammit, brain, start thinking!

Well, I can't ask for what I REALLY want. That's probably illegal in many parts of the world and would get me arrested, perhaps even hanged. Better to stick to the safe stuff, like fluffy bunny slippers.

The ISP Strikes Again

Dear Qualitynet,

Your name is a joke.

Yours miserably,

A very disgruntled customer


In other news, I had a rather surreal conversation with someone today whom I thought hated my guts on principle. Was I wrong? Perhaps so. Only time will tell where this will lead, if anywhere, and I'd like to give good karma a chance to work here.

Also, I plugged my facebook on Y! I've really sunk to a deplorable level of addiction :/

I disgust me.

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Did my eggs hatch yet? (goes to check).

We Exist, In the U.A.E.

Turbine got back to me, and pretty much said the same thing that was on their FAQ. So I took matters into my own hands. I decided, FUCK Turbine, I'll log in anyway and see if I can't submit a fake address. And by Jove, d'you know something?

It fucking WORKED!

Now they're taking money from me and I should be a VIP member. Time to log in and check this for myself.

We Provide Internet Shitstorms

My service provider really has a unique approach to their customer satisfaction. Like right now, when the service they're providing seems to have taken a walk in the park without prior notice, which happens frequently. It's really very generous of them to provide all this downtime for us paying customers, I feel just like I'm back on dial-up, and I didn't even need to ask for it! I'm getting all the non-service I want!

Listed below are some of the benefits you can expect to get with this service provider, while paying exorbitant amounts of cash (keep in mind certain payment plans come with extra hassle free of charge!):

• Frustration
  
• Agitation
• Dissatisfaction
• No service
• No porn
• Boredom

Wow. What a subscriber's package! All of that and MORE! If you sign up now you also get your very own complimentary useless help desk rep that comes preinstalled with a bored monotone! What more could you ask for, really?

We Don't Exist

Yep, the internet has done it again, folks. I officially do not exist, nor does my country.

The first company to do this was payment giant PayPal. The latest culprit? Turbine.

Oh Turbine, Turbine, Turbine... I was willing to shell out $14.95 for your stupid FREE game, for the VIP service, until I ran into a teensy little snag on your payment method page. Every other fucking middle eastern country was listed, except for MINE.

Fuck you, Turbine. Hard. Up the ass. With a razor blade. Sideways.

I will waste my money elsewhere on a site that knows I exist.

GEBB.

(Get Eaten By Bears).

You Have Been Assimilated

So, I buckled.

Facebooked.

I can never again show my face publicly. Why do I do these things?

Pr0nz rip-off

Okay. I do realize that porn isn't exactly a product that would bespeak quality and mind-numbingly good scene setting; however, when spending almost $2.00 on a work of pornographic and illustrated fiction, I expected a bit more fiction than the tedious dialogue interspersed with flavour description, and a bit more illustration than 1 black and white illustration that has already been featured on the blog of the shopfront.

Where is the exclusive goodie bag I was supposed to get with my purchase? Because between you and I, the writing was incredibly shallow and not even exciting. I figured at least the artwork could make up for it. Yep. All ONE illustration of it. Which I already saw, so what was the point anyway?

Now I know never to buy anything that doesn't at least have a bit of sample writing attached to it. And a friendly warning to anyone else who might be perusing the Yaoi Prose website. Steer clear of Yamila Abraham's work, I only got the one chapter of Royal Pain (in-the-fucking-wallet) and I'm put off for life. Definitely would have spent those two dollars better on a stick of gum, or a pack of tic tacs, at least they wouldn't have left such a horrid taste in my mouth.

Mum-On. Apply directly to the vicinity.

Don't you just love it when a parental unit is constantly hovering around your work area, doing things you know they're just doing so they can linger for inexplicable reasons? Like rearranging the jewellery in my 'I'm using these right now' jewellery dish, even though there are probably only 4 pieces in there at the moment, or fluffing the curtains (wtf?) while trying to engage me in conversations about the 'big storm' we had last night. Some rain and high velocity winds aren't really a storm, a tornado is a storm, a typhoon is a storm, nature creating the perfect conditions for airborne dust is not a storm, it's a hayfever sufferer's worst nightmare.

I love you mum, but...

GTFO!

Let The Festivities BEGIN!

So, I think I'm finally over my trip to the dentist.... BREAK OUT THE CANDY!

I've been contemplating reinstalling Morrowind and Oblivion, but then I remember how many games I haven't finished and I'm right back where I started with my ponderings and procrastinations. I will save the golden classics for some other time.

It really is tough being an MMO fan and a single player fan. I should specialize, but then I'd be missing out on all the single player cool stuff.

Life is so hard!

I Feel my Heart Through my Teeth

So I went to my interview today, and all I'm going to say is that it looks promising. I'm not sure whether I'm enthused about working in another 'start-up' sort of environment, knowing the pressures and stress that come with that, but it would be nice to be making money again, for legally-acquired porn if nothing else.

After my interview, I had a spot of lunch (the dolma were delicious), and then got ready for my torture session at the dentist. For someone who hasn't been to the dentist in eight years, my teeth fared rather well. She said I had no cavities, and she stuck my loose cap back on with some fresh cement. After which, she proceeded to gouge out every bit of loose tissue between my teeth. I think I bled half a quart out of my gums today. Ah the price of good oral hygiene. So now my gums are throbbing, but I feel spectacularly clean and scale-free.

She's going to fix the little chip in my tooth next Sunday, and she'll also prepare a home whitening kit for me. Yay, more pain, and this time from the comfort of my own home! Can't wait.

Symbolic Symbolism

I discovered something neat just now, which kind of cancels out some of the yuck that's been happening today.

☺☻♥♦♣♠

I know how to make these now!

Can't catch a break, so the car ran over me.

My cap's loose, and my car's scratched. Today is a shitty day.

The only ray of light will be going to the movies with my sister. Let's hope I don't publicly embarrass myself eh?

Bother...

The fan wins the match. It's still doing its fancy dance, so I think it needs to be replaced or looked at by a professional, or someone who knows their way around the inside of a computer. In the mean time I'm back on my laptop until I can rope my cousin into passing by for a quick diagnostic.

I like my laptop, don't get me wrong, it's an awesome machine, but my desktop is a little bit more powerful. Ah well, at least I still have a way to vent my frustrations. Let's hope the lappy doesn't go the way of the desky.

SHENANIGANS!

My computer fan has had a relapse.

I'm not sure what to do at this point. Open the case again and give it another vigorous bout of blowing? I'll try that later today. The fucking thing can bitch and moan as much as it wants right now.

Breaking news:

I gave the PC a second bout, and did get a few more Dust Bunnies out of the experience, also I gave the power supply a vigorous exercise, much of the same treatment. Now the computer's just humming at me ominously, waiting for a moment to send me 'round the bend again. Other than what I've already done, I'm out of ideas. Perhaps my power supply is just sending me signals that I need a new one.

I'll leave the machine on for the day and see what happens. I honestly hope that it was just the dust and lint.

Case File: Frostbitten Bytes

The evidence shall be delivered thusly:

I cleaned out the case earlier. It took roughly both cans of compressed air, and a good fifteen to twenty minutes' dedication, for me to clear out most of the debris, flotsam, and jetsam. It was actually all very fine particle dust that was just getting in the way of the fans it seems.

Then I made a mistake.

I tilted the can too far and the liquid stuff shot out of it and hit the GPU fan. I thought, "Well shit, I just fucked that up royally". But, after a call to my panic center (read: my cousin's cell phone) and having a technical-themed chat with him, I was confident enough to tempt fate. I went ahead and hooked the PC back up to its life-support systems and fired it up. The worst case scenario would have been a fried interior, but luckily it seemed that the liquidy stuff (which pretty much solidifies a few seconds upon contact), had probably not been enough to cause damage (knocks on wood).

Comp's sounding a lot healthier now, and hopefully the fans will behave for a while; dust is a nasty business, and being allergic to small airborne particles doesn't make having to subject myself to it an easy task.

On the whole I'd say this is an open and shut case. Verdict?

The jury finds the defendant, not guilty.

Edits Going Slow

So, I'm not sure exactly which story to update on my writing account. Cranedance suggested that I do a one-shot--which is quite funny considering the nature of the work involved--and I am considering it. On the other hand I am also considering adding to my already vast collection of unwritten fictions, and starting a naga-esque venture.

I'm still pondering and procrastinating. I am a very accomplished one of the latter.

Dust Bunny Death

Scheduled date: Tuesday 6th of April

Scheduled time: Between 9:00 PM and 10:00 PM

Location: First floor landing

Modus Operandi: 2 cans of compressed air

Victim: 1 Thermaltake case AKA Thermaltake X

Motive: STOP THAT RACKET!

The verdict will be decided on the day. Court is adjourned.

RP stands for Raping People!

So what's with this trend on World of Warcraft's RP servers? I don't know if this is new or old, but I've noticed it now over the past few days while playing exclusively on roleplaying servers. They're like a Normal server, with the occasional 'crazy' group of people who speak in public chat and say strange things like 'Good morrow!' and 'By Gul'dan's beard!'

When did RP servers become just like any other server? With the exception of an RP minority? I thought RP servers were supposed to cater for a majority of RPers, with a minority of people who mistakenly picked RP thinking it meant Repository for Pricks. Unless I have my head screwed on wrong, or I have stepped into my own personal version of the Twilight Zone, I though RP servers were for roleplaying. I brought my concerns up to the general populace, but they seemed to take it in their stride and pretty much gave me a 'meh' answer.

Well, what happened to all the geeks in the world?! Did they suddenly get zapped by a sexify ray?! WHERE ARE MY ROLEPLAYING FANATICS?! WHAT ROCK HAVE THEY CRAWLED UNDER?! I don't WANT to see a guy on an RP server called LimpCrocket running past me and yelling to his friend (who happens to be called IceShaolinMonk) 'shit man, I think I forgot to enable my fucking gatherer addon', and I don't WANT to see someone called FAFS187231 pointing at people who are roleplaying publicly--as is their server-given right--and calling them douches for being 'weird'. We should be pointing at FAFS187231 and calling him a douche and calling him weird for logging on an RP server expecting never to run into RPers.

Like, fer srs.

RPers UNITE!

Or just roleplay very angrily at griefers.

One of the above will work.

Bad Habits Die-Hard

I must have a belligerent and obstinate Bruce Willis in my head telling me I don't need to regulate my sleep, or I would have been successful by now. Ah, but then I realize that all the cool people worth talking to log on at about 9:00 PM my time, which means they're on when I technically shouldn't be.

So, Bruce Willis in my head tells me that I must be up too, yippie ki-yay mutherfucker. This wouldn't normally be a problem, since I'm unemployed and living with my folks (oh god did I just admit that publicly?); however, the parental units have begun to suspect that I am dabbling in Satanic worship.

What to do, about this catch 22? Hey, that rhymed. *flex*

Well dip me in batter, fry me up, and call me a tempura!

I plugged my laptop in yesterday, after the fan noise on my desktop grew to such a crescendo that I could no longer hear myself think. I know I should check it out, clean it up, and see if I can fix it somehow, but my laziness won in the end, but I digress.

After successfully porting my steam games over to the lappy, I decided to run a little performance experiment. I already knew that World of Warcraft runs smoothly on the machine, which is just to be expected, since World of Warcaft could probably run on a toaster. I thought to myself, why not try something a bit more demanding and really make the machine work to see if I got my money's worth, I thought.

Boy was I surprised. It felt as if at some parts the laptop ran Dragon Age better than my desktop. I hope in some small way, waves of jealousy have started to emanate from my desktop, and that it will behave itself in the future or I may have to start dealing exclusively with the portable products. Which, incidentally, doesn't make half as much noise as the big boy.

Colour me pleasantly surprised.

The Forbidden Fruit

Let's assume for a second that in paradise you could have whatever you want, including however many cooches and however many cocks. Now, why in heaven's name would ANYONE pick an apple over unlimited safe sex? Are they really THAT hungry?

That's all.

Saving the day...

... One laptop at a time.

So, I discovered that the FPS issue, mentioned in my previous post, is not present when I utilize my laptop to play WoW. I used the same addons, and tried to replicate the same settings, with completely differing results.

I can only surmise that the new patch has screwed something up with newer nVidia cards. So what else is new? This always happens, and sometimes I wonder whether it was such a good idea to upgrade to a GTX 280.

Of course it's not necessarily something to do with Blizzard's game performance, it could also be an issue with my hardware, but the fact that this only started happening after the patch was applied is highly suspect. I also played Dragon Age: Origins to see if there was a noticeable performance issue, but it seemed to be functioning smoothly (if only I had an FPS indication on there).

Even though I can use my laptop with great performance, I would still prefer to sit at my desktop. I just hope this is an issue that can be fixed through a hotfix or a new driver release.

And speaking of driver releases, I heard the latest nVidia driver is really bad for the cards, something about it not telling the fan to spin and cool down the GPU. What's that company doing???

World of Warclusterfuck

So... World of Warcraft Patch 3.3.3 came out, and it may as well be patch 6.6.6, because now my FPS has dropped down to deplorable levels that are unmentionable. So I can't play, which means some of my valuable crack time has been compromised.

I'm going cold turkey.

Blizzard, fix your shit. Soon, please. Thanks.

A hair in the soup saves 9

So, I found a hair in my soup today. Lovely. However, I figured since it's already been boiled, what's the harm in finishing my soup? I paid for it, dammit!

Also, apparently they decided I didn't need to have my pizza sliced.

What's the world coming to when they won't even slice your pizza for you? I mean sure, I could get a knife, but the last thing I want to do, when I've rested my ass in my favourite cosy chair and opened my steaming and attractive pizza box, is find I need to get up again and retrieve a piece of cutlery.

Dear Pizza Place,

CUT THE DAMN PIZZA!

Sincerely,

Irate Diner

New blog!

This is just a test post.

I plan on making this my rants and ravings blog. A place to complain, tell weird and quirky stories, or just update people on my madness.