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.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
TABULA RASA!
OMG I GOT MY NEW TABLET TODAY! SQUEEEEE!
Pros:
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.
- Slightly smaller size than my previous tablet.
- Odd angle for the power cord.
- Express buttons get in the way sometimes.
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.
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.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
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).
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).
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