A few days ago (Friday? Thursday?), Ralph told Rebecca that she had to stop talking to me, or that they were through. She was unwilling to do so, so I they broke up over that. I knew they were together soon enough after her and I started talking, and I really wasn't going to try anything to stop that. I'm having a weird feeling of deja vu writing this, and it has nothing to do with how many times I've had to tell this story in the last two days. Whatever.
So they're broken up, but she hasn't had a chance to move out just yet, so they're still living together. Sunday night, I had to take the weekly paperwork to New Braunfels and drop it off at my district manager's house. We have to finish closing first, then do all that, so it's usually around 2:30 or 3:30 that we leave the store. I was talking to Rebecca, and she offered to ride down there with me, and I jumped on the opportunity. I pulled up into the parking lot of her apartment complex, and saw her sitting at the top of the stairs waiting for me.
Before she was able to even start walking down, Ralph comes tearing down the stairs and towards my truck. I knew that couldn't be good. He threw the door of my truck open and was yelling at me - "What the fuck, dude?!". He punched me once, it hit me in the left temple, right where the eyebrow ends. That broke skin, and I started bleeding right away. He went to punch me a second time, and I caught that one on my arm. At some point, Rebecca had climbed into the truck and was yelling at him to stop. I think? It was happening really fast, so I'm not 100% sure as to the precise timeline, and only certain phrases are clear.
Anyway, he also punched me in the leg, and I really noticed that, since my thigh muscle clenched up really hard as soon as he did so. I didn't think much of the punch to the face; it didn't really hurt or anything, so I wasn't too worried about it. I figured he just got a really good shot on my leg. He also yelled "You're leaving me for this?!" at Rebecca. I didn't get out of the truck or anything; I've never been in a fight (does this count, now?), so I wouldn't really be sure what to do.
Anyway, after he hit me in the leg, I was yelling at him to chill out, and I think he did. He snapped and was all "Oh man, I'm sorry dude" and was trying to wipe the blood of my face from the wound there. It was really weird, and I just told him to go away.
We started driving away, and I was looking for my phone. It's usually sitting on the arm rest, and it wasn't there. I was worried that it fell out when he opened the door so hard, so I was trying to feel in my pocket to see if it was there. I felt some wetness, which kind of worried me - I knew he'd broken my skin when he punched me in the face, and that happens, but I didn't think it was really possible for him to break skin punching me in the leg through a pair of khaki pants.
I felt a small tear in my pant leg, and stuck my finger through that. I found a similar tear in my leg, and the entire pant leg was soaked through with blood. I turned to Rebecca and told her that he'd stabbed me. We went to the hospital from there. My muscle was clenching up so hard, I wasn't sure I'd be able to walk on it. It hurt a lot. We finally got to the hospital, and I managed to get out of the truck. Got up the stairs okay, and walked into the emergency room lobby. There wasn't anyone at the front desk, so I started filling out the paper. Shelly was sitting in the waiting room, and yelled out at me. I introduced her to Rebecca, then showed her my pant leg. It really freaked her out.
The desk lady finally came and took my paper, and called for the other guy, who led me to the back to be dealt with. I handed Rebecca my license and keys and asked her to hold on to them. They took me to the back, and I had to take my pants off in front of like six people. That was interesting, but I'm fairly comfortable with my own (disgusting) body, so that went okay. They hooked me up to everything, then started taking off my shoes and stuff. Cleaned up everything, put the super glue on my eyebrow, ascertained that there weren't any real issues with my leg; just a deep puncture wound in my thigh muscle. It has to heal from the inside, apparently, so no stitches, no super glue, nothing. It's just open to the world.
The police finally showed up and took my statement; I definitely pressed charges. They finally allowed Rebecca to come back into my little bed area; I realized too late I was still only half covered, so I was exposed from the waist down, save my underwear, when she came back. We talked a little; she kept talking about how bad she felt. I had to keep re-assuring her that it wasn't her fault.
I had to call Janelle at about 4:30 am to get her to bring me a change of clothes. Rebecca was so afraid that my family would hate her now, because she got me stabbed. It was really funny (to me, at least) when Janelle got there - "Janelle, you remember Rebecca? Rebecca, Janelle?" It hurt SO BAD trying to get out of the bed, I was laughing so hard (turns out I laugh when I'm in pain; the more it hurts, the harder I laugh).
Taylor Swift -- Love Story
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2009-02-03
2006-11-28
It's just easier by myself
So, two weird things involving sleeping. First, had a funny dream. We called some computer repair guy or something (to fix Janelle's optical drive?), and he shows up, and walks in and sits at the kitchen table, starts to give his little speech - "Hi, my name's (something), I'll be doing this, this, and this, and I'm a little high right now." Mom and I looked at each other in disbelief, and she shook her head, and I said "No, it's not okay." Then he gets all weird - "Don't get all bent out of shape, man! Chill out." and the like. I tell him he needs to just leave, has his company send someone else. He starts copping a major 'tude, saying that there's nothing wrong with him, that what am I going to do, call his boss?
So I do.
And he gets in serious trouble, gets yelled at over the phone, stuff like that. Good times.
Second, my alarm went off at eight, really high pitched, woke me up. I was flailing around, trying to turn it off. But I didn't know how. I turned the speakers on my computer off, shook them around, threw the mug on my desk onto the floor, nothing seemed to work. Finally, I made my way over to the alarm, started shaking it, pressing random buttons on it. (There is a button on it whose function is 'turn the alarm off'. I couldn't find it. Eventually, I just turned the thing off entirely (for future alarms, too). Took a good five minutes or so. Turned it back on, so I'll wake up tomorrow as well, but I feel sorry for anyone else that heard it.
Colette -- What's Wrong with Being Lonely?
So I do.
And he gets in serious trouble, gets yelled at over the phone, stuff like that. Good times.
Second, my alarm went off at eight, really high pitched, woke me up. I was flailing around, trying to turn it off. But I didn't know how. I turned the speakers on my computer off, shook them around, threw the mug on my desk onto the floor, nothing seemed to work. Finally, I made my way over to the alarm, started shaking it, pressing random buttons on it. (There is a button on it whose function is 'turn the alarm off'. I couldn't find it. Eventually, I just turned the thing off entirely (for future alarms, too). Took a good five minutes or so. Turned it back on, so I'll wake up tomorrow as well, but I feel sorry for anyone else that heard it.
Colette -- What's Wrong with Being Lonely?
2006-11-08
Almost made you love me
So Ambra and are having a discussion concerning the fact that her friend from work is going to be coming by all weekend to take care of her cat.
Notable quote:
Ambra, to her friend, referring to me: "I told her that if you're not asleep, you're probably awake."
Excellent deduction.
Brandy -- Almost Doesn't Count
Notable quote:
Ambra, to her friend, referring to me: "I told her that if you're not asleep, you're probably awake."
Excellent deduction.
Brandy -- Almost Doesn't Count
2006-03-21
Angryanus - the story of an asshole
So, once I had Gnometastic to 60, I started leveling a priest called Ihatebrooms. Actually, I had started Ihatebrooms before Gnometastic hit 60, but left her alone during the final push. When it came time to get Gnometastic's epic mount, though, I started leveling her again, since she could really help with the Arcanite Bars and Elixers of Shadow Power. So, I'm in Redridge, soloing, as any low level priest might be, and there's this guy being a total ass in General. Normally, that doesn't bother me, but he's being a real jerk. I don't want to engage in a verbal battle with him, and I could always ignore him, but then I'd just be reading the responses to him, which is a) almost as bad, and b) annoying to be party to only half a conversation. So, I resolved myself to just leveling out of Redridge as fast as I could, and not have to deal with this guy anymore.
Except... his name is Angryanus, which is clearly against the naming policy. Now, I should preface this by saying I don't usually report names. Back when I was in Feathermoon, and rolled with Lilie's guild, they *loved* reporting names. Anything that was vaguely non pseudo-medieval, they reported. I thought it was kind of stupid, but hey, they did break the rules they agreed to in the first place. Whatever. Fast-foward back to Redridge. I say in General, "How do you report someone for having an inappropriate name?" Everyone, especially him, knew exactly what I was talking about. He starts going off, about how reporting names is childish, and that his name isn't inappropriate, it's just a name of a body part. That contains a contradiction, though - if his name *isn't* inapproprite, then he has no reason to fear it being reported. He *knew* what would happen. So he starts going off in general about what a kid I am, etc.
I win.
Flash foward to yesterday. I'm in AV with Gnometastic, and there's this guy named Angryenis or something like that. I start to wonder, and eventually ask (this is all in general) if he used to be named something else, and he responds positively. I tell him that *I'm* the one who reported him, and again, he goes off, calling me a little kid, immature, and says that he should report me for harrassment. Oh, and used a ton of vulgar language - in general - while doing this. Now, I don't mind vulgar language. I fucking use it all the mother-fucking, god-damn, shit-ass time. Bitch. But... there's places where it's inappropriate, such as an online game where you have to agree to a set of rules to be able to play in the first place, and those rules are enforced.
It gets better.
Later, I get a tell from some random person asking me about reporting the guy in the first place. I do a few /who's, and sure enough, they're in the same guild. I ask, and yep, the guy is bitching about it in /g - "endlessly". So he lets me know that he thinks what I did was childish, which I agree with. It was pretty funny. I was glad I was able to piss the guy off, really get under his skin, and yet, still be playing by the rules. Does that make me petty and childish? Probably. It's like fighting fire with fire, but instead of fire, using water to make the logs really wet, so they won't burn, or something like that.
So overall, it was fun.
And, since I didn't do the norm for my title:
"Words are so easy to say."
Robyn S -- Show Me Love
Except... his name is Angryanus, which is clearly against the naming policy. Now, I should preface this by saying I don't usually report names. Back when I was in Feathermoon, and rolled with Lilie's guild, they *loved* reporting names. Anything that was vaguely non pseudo-medieval, they reported. I thought it was kind of stupid, but hey, they did break the rules they agreed to in the first place. Whatever. Fast-foward back to Redridge. I say in General, "How do you report someone for having an inappropriate name?" Everyone, especially him, knew exactly what I was talking about. He starts going off, about how reporting names is childish, and that his name isn't inappropriate, it's just a name of a body part. That contains a contradiction, though - if his name *isn't* inapproprite, then he has no reason to fear it being reported. He *knew* what would happen. So he starts going off in general about what a kid I am, etc.
I win.
Flash foward to yesterday. I'm in AV with Gnometastic, and there's this guy named Angryenis or something like that. I start to wonder, and eventually ask (this is all in general) if he used to be named something else, and he responds positively. I tell him that *I'm* the one who reported him, and again, he goes off, calling me a little kid, immature, and says that he should report me for harrassment. Oh, and used a ton of vulgar language - in general - while doing this. Now, I don't mind vulgar language. I fucking use it all the mother-fucking, god-damn, shit-ass time. Bitch. But... there's places where it's inappropriate, such as an online game where you have to agree to a set of rules to be able to play in the first place, and those rules are enforced.
It gets better.
Later, I get a tell from some random person asking me about reporting the guy in the first place. I do a few /who's, and sure enough, they're in the same guild. I ask, and yep, the guy is bitching about it in /g - "endlessly". So he lets me know that he thinks what I did was childish, which I agree with. It was pretty funny. I was glad I was able to piss the guy off, really get under his skin, and yet, still be playing by the rules. Does that make me petty and childish? Probably. It's like fighting fire with fire, but instead of fire, using water to make the logs really wet, so they won't burn, or something like that.
So overall, it was fun.
And, since I didn't do the norm for my title:
"Words are so easy to say."
Robyn S -- Show Me Love
2006-02-26
URL:
http://forum.wowtaiwan.com.tw/twow_forums_page3.asp?topic_id=22726&forum_id=13&GoPage=1&lis=
Babelfish Translation:
The estimate will plan the following movement, everybody will be allowed to provide your opinion
1. Painful curse ?? this curse surpasses the time the injury now only to be able to trigger periodically may trigger the effect.
2. The soul ignition ?? present plays the family may see this when the death makes the soul fragment to reduce the profit effect, and has 5 seconds the duration. The master will not meet to the goal death when will obtain 2 souls fragments. Has not given the empirical value or the honor points goal no longer makes the fragment.
3. Rain of ?? this skill flame once more correctly will trigger the flame to dash.
4. Devil knowledge master ?? when summoning controls in groups the pet can prevent you to have to reach this point the talent gain. This question was revised.
5. The misfortune curses ?? this curse no longer to be able to discharge to is played by the biological control on the family body.
6. Shadow ignition ?? this magic arts if are resisted, no longer will affect reduces the profit effect on the monster body. Has not given the empirical value or the honor points goal no longer makes the fragment.
7. In weak curse ?? essence reduced supernatural power consumption.
8. Crude curse ?? reduction supernatural power consumption.
9. To the frightened technique immunity monster now also can the frightened effect immunity which twines to the death.
10. Suffers distress (void traveler) ?? the radius to grow, renews the news prompt.
New talent simulator near future soon will open to the official is on-line.
http://forum.wowtaiwan.com.tw/twow_forums_page3.asp?topic_id=22726&forum_id=13&GoPage=1&lis=
Babelfish Translation:
The estimate will plan the following movement, everybody will be allowed to provide your opinion
1. Painful curse ?? this curse surpasses the time the injury now only to be able to trigger periodically may trigger the effect.
2. The soul ignition ?? present plays the family may see this when the death makes the soul fragment to reduce the profit effect, and has 5 seconds the duration. The master will not meet to the goal death when will obtain 2 souls fragments. Has not given the empirical value or the honor points goal no longer makes the fragment.
3. Rain of ?? this skill flame once more correctly will trigger the flame to dash.
4. Devil knowledge master ?? when summoning controls in groups the pet can prevent you to have to reach this point the talent gain. This question was revised.
5. The misfortune curses ?? this curse no longer to be able to discharge to is played by the biological control on the family body.
6. Shadow ignition ?? this magic arts if are resisted, no longer will affect reduces the profit effect on the monster body. Has not given the empirical value or the honor points goal no longer makes the fragment.
7. In weak curse ?? essence reduced supernatural power consumption.
8. Crude curse ?? reduction supernatural power consumption.
9. To the frightened technique immunity monster now also can the frightened effect immunity which twines to the death.
10. Suffers distress (void traveler) ?? the radius to grow, renews the news prompt.
New talent simulator near future soon will open to the official is on-line.
2005-09-27
Winning Souls to Christ in The World of Warcraft
Winning Souls to Christ in The World of Warcraft
Wow. I attended a Baptist church for a year and a half. People said they were judgemental, but I never really saw it. This article is... wow. Some excerpts:
So much for WoW applying to the mainstream populace as no game ever has before. So much for giving people a chance to express themselves, not bound by stereotypes. So much for Christians being accepting and loving. Why would I ever think such a bizarre thought?
Good to know that you're winning people over to Jesus by pestering them until they'll do anything to get you to go away. Sounds like you've really won their heart, there.
Because when you pledge your soul, your heart, your unwavering faith based on a duel in WoW, you always keep that pledge.
Yes! Smiting the heathens! Just like the good old days!
I really just can't come up with a smartass respone to this one. It's that bad.
So... your hearthstone is still set to your race's starting area? Good job.
Wow. I attended a Baptist church for a year and a half. People said they were judgemental, but I never really saw it. This article is... wow. Some excerpts:
| ""I think the reason so many people are open to hearing about Jesus in the World of Warcraft is because the majority of people who play the game are lonely kids who don't have any friends. I doubt any of them play sports so you can pretty much guess that there are lots of gay boys and fat little pale-faced Wiccan girls on the servers who hate themselves and escape into virtual characters so they don't have to deal with their pathetic lives. When they hear that someone loves them, even if it is just the Lord Jesus Christ, they always want to hear more!" |
So much for WoW applying to the mainstream populace as no game ever has before. So much for giving people a chance to express themselves, not bound by stereotypes. So much for Christians being accepting and loving. Why would I ever think such a bizarre thought?
| "Most people who are mean, liberal, nasty, lonely, unsaved losers in real life choose to play the Horde (an evil race of characters in the World of Warcraft) and people and guilds who are conservative, Republican and pretty much easier to win to Jesus Christ with are found in the Alliance. That's why the real True Christians™ pick the Horde to play as characters and start their guilds in Horde territory because they like the challenge of sharing Christ's message in a perilous, lava-soaked, environment. Sometimes you have to pester people for weeks before they listen to you. I followed some stupid gnome around for 8-hours until he finally told me that he would accept Jesus as his Personal Savior if I would just promise not to contact him anymore. Now that rocks!" |
Good to know that you're winning people over to Jesus by pestering them until they'll do anything to get you to go away. Sounds like you've really won their heart, there.
| "He has a strict policy against letting unsaved people join our group. I think he's from Alabama in real life. In fact, he won't even party-up with anyone who isn't a Christian. He's a level 60 Priest, and gets a lot of respect. He can climb right up to the top of the dwarf statue by the gates of Stormwind City and start street preaching to the Dark Elves and they will listen to everything he says. He's done conversion duels on multiple servers where he challenges other players to duel with him. If he wins, they accept Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior. If he loses (which he never has) he will give them 6 pieces of silver." |
Because when you pledge your soul, your heart, your unwavering faith based on a duel in WoW, you always keep that pledge.
| Christian gamers are also excited that they are able to live out their faith in the same way the early True Christians™ did, before their religion was sissified by liberalism, science, and political correctness. "It is such a rush to kill other players who refuse to accept Jesus Christ as Lord," says one gamer. "I feel like I can really practice my faith the way God intended it. It is like I'm fighting alongside Christians of old, instead of the pansies and sissies from my Sunday school class." |
Yes! Smiting the heathens! Just like the good old days!
| I follow them around the game, across snow-capped mountains, and blasted wastelands until they accept Christ or persecute me so much that I have to report them to the server administrators for making fun of my religion. I think I've been responsible for getting over thirty accounts suspended for bigotry directed at me because of my faith." |
I really just can't come up with a smartass respone to this one. It's that bad.
| "I told Pastor Deacon Fred that every single time I find an item that looks like it has something to do with the occult, I hop on a griffin and head straight to Ironforge where I auction it off. Christian gamers shouldn't be carrying that stuff around. We don't enter places that serve alcohol in the game either." |
So... your hearthstone is still set to your race's starting area? Good job.
2005-07-12
Bishop Rumsfield :: 13:22
Crowd Member: The monster gave me syphillis!
Mob Leader: And now, I'd like to bring to the stage the bearer of Christ's withery light, Bishop Rumsfield. Will you please say a few words for us.
[crowd chants: God!]
Bishop Rumsfield:
Jesus is the door.
[crowd cheers]
Jesus is the way. Jesus is the only doorway into Heaven.
[crowd cheers]
And for that door to be open, we must smite the unholy monster within this-here tower! Our lord and savior Jesus commands us to smite this unholy abomination, this devil's concubine, and purge its unholy and tainted soul from our fair and sacred shire.
[crowd: Shire!]
The book of our Lord Jehovah commands that this monster must be smote with holy retribution.
[crowd chants: Smote!]
Asimov 13:12 says, "Let no monster feast upon the tangy flesh of man. If man does happen to get feasted upon, fellow man must take up arms and smite the monster into oblivion...
[crowd cheers]
...And after a hard day's smiting, there will be free bread[?] and rum[?], Jesus-bless."
An excerpt from the Malious Malificorum, "The stench of monster shall wither fields, rape women, deform local cats...
[crowd cheers]
...The only thing one can do is form a smiting committee to go forth and smite that monster with holy retribution."
Jesus was the first monster-smiter. He smited the massive two-headed [something] armed with only his wits and a thorny crown of doom.
[crowd cheers]
We, my brothers, must follow in the bloody footsteps of our Lord and smite monsters!
[crowd cheers]
Only through smiting can you free yourself from eternal damnation!
[crowd: Damnation!]
We find that if you do not smite this monster, a better [error] fate awaits you in the afterlife. Dante's 10th circle of Hell, the most foul, itchy, and evil of all the circles...
[crowd chants: Itchy!]
That's enough. This place is dedicated, reserved for those who don't smite monsters.
[crowd boos]
Do you want to suffer in Hell because you let a monster eat your babies?
[crowd: No!]
[something] 5:15 tells us, "If a baby is eaten by a monster, that monster must be a-smitten." And remember this, Romans 10:13 says, "For whoever shall come upon the monster in the tower and smote it shall be saved." John 8:44 PM said, "Don't let the monster deceive you by believing there is some other way, other than a good smiting. For he is a liar, and father of lying monsters." [something] 3:16 goes on to explain that "Monsters were created by Jehovah for the sole purpose of smiting." And finally, Christopher Robins 4:66 says, "Let the monster be smote with such fury that it rains blood and organs for forty days and forty nights."
[crowd chants: Blood!]
"[something] into itty-bitty [something] infested the chickens, and then cook and eat those chickens.", Seeyonix 6:66. So sayeth the Lord. Amen, my brothers.
Bingo on Tuesdays.
[crowd chants: God!]
Mob Leader: That's right, God.
Mob Leader: And now, I'd like to bring to the stage the bearer of Christ's withery light, Bishop Rumsfield. Will you please say a few words for us.
[crowd chants: God!]
Bishop Rumsfield:
Jesus is the door.
[crowd cheers]
Jesus is the way. Jesus is the only doorway into Heaven.
[crowd cheers]
And for that door to be open, we must smite the unholy monster within this-here tower! Our lord and savior Jesus commands us to smite this unholy abomination, this devil's concubine, and purge its unholy and tainted soul from our fair and sacred shire.
[crowd: Shire!]
The book of our Lord Jehovah commands that this monster must be smote with holy retribution.
[crowd chants: Smote!]
Asimov 13:12 says, "Let no monster feast upon the tangy flesh of man. If man does happen to get feasted upon, fellow man must take up arms and smite the monster into oblivion...
[crowd cheers]
...And after a hard day's smiting, there will be free bread[?] and rum[?], Jesus-bless."
An excerpt from the Malious Malificorum, "The stench of monster shall wither fields, rape women, deform local cats...
[crowd cheers]
...The only thing one can do is form a smiting committee to go forth and smite that monster with holy retribution."
Jesus was the first monster-smiter. He smited the massive two-headed [something] armed with only his wits and a thorny crown of doom.
[crowd cheers]
We, my brothers, must follow in the bloody footsteps of our Lord and smite monsters!
[crowd cheers]
Only through smiting can you free yourself from eternal damnation!
[crowd: Damnation!]
We find that if you do not smite this monster, a better [error] fate awaits you in the afterlife. Dante's 10th circle of Hell, the most foul, itchy, and evil of all the circles...
[crowd chants: Itchy!]
That's enough. This place is dedicated, reserved for those who don't smite monsters.
[crowd boos]
Do you want to suffer in Hell because you let a monster eat your babies?
[crowd: No!]
[something] 5:15 tells us, "If a baby is eaten by a monster, that monster must be a-smitten." And remember this, Romans 10:13 says, "For whoever shall come upon the monster in the tower and smote it shall be saved." John 8:44 PM said, "Don't let the monster deceive you by believing there is some other way, other than a good smiting. For he is a liar, and father of lying monsters." [something] 3:16 goes on to explain that "Monsters were created by Jehovah for the sole purpose of smiting." And finally, Christopher Robins 4:66 says, "Let the monster be smote with such fury that it rains blood and organs for forty days and forty nights."
[crowd chants: Blood!]
"[something] into itty-bitty [something] infested the chickens, and then cook and eat those chickens.", Seeyonix 6:66. So sayeth the Lord. Amen, my brothers.
Bingo on Tuesdays.
[crowd chants: God!]
Mob Leader: That's right, God.
Sheriff Ogen Mallack :: 8:55
People, please! This is not the time to remain calm!
[crowd cheers]
If we're to have law and order in this town again, we must go in there and tear that beast from limb to limb!
[crowd cheers]
If we're to feel safe sleeping in our beds tonight, we must strike this evil from our village.
[crowd cheers]
Think of your children, damnit! At long last, won't you think of the children?
[crowd cheers]
Ed! Ed! You know what I'm talking about. I mean, I mean... Ed, Ed, can you honestly go home tonight and can you say to your little Sally, "No Sally, I didn't kill the monster. I didn't kill him at all. In fact, he's probably going to come in here tonight while you're sleeping and devour you whole!" Can you say that Ed?
[crowd: No! Kill him! Kill the monster!]
That's right, kill the monster! I mean, think about it. How long's it been since we killed a monster, anyway? I mean, I mean, that's right, 'bout eight weeks ago, give or take, that was just Evan's two-headed goat and I mean, we all got riled up, we all got all worked up, "Oh, it's the beast. It's the demon-spawn." Let's face it. Let's face it. That thing just bleated and soiled itself while we bludgeoned it to death. That thing in there...
[crowd cheers]
I've been in there, folks. It's twenty feet tall, it breathes fire, it picks its teeth with our babies' bones. That's a monster we can be proud to tear apart!
[crowd cheers]
I mean, that's a lot better than a two-headed goat or enormous suspiciously colored squirrel.
[crowd cheers]
Exactly!
[crowd cheers]
So as the law in these parts, I say it is your civic duty to forgo all reason and due process and got yourself into a frenzy, and in fact, if Proposition 831 passes...
[crowd chants: Frenzy!]
All right! That's what I wanted to hear.
[crowd cheers]
In fact, if Proposition 831 passes...
[crowd: And it should!]
It'll be enough to get you out of a year of jury duty to form a monster-killing mob and participate in the slaughter of a beast like that one!
[crowd cheers]
So let's [something something]!
[crowd cheers]
[crowd chants: Kill!]
2005-06-25
My Shaman is so Overpowered that...
(Basically a compilation of posts from a thread in the Shaman Forum with the same name. It's interesting to compare the various class forums.)
- ...I killed someone in Un'goro when I cast Chain Lightning in Tanaris!
- ...when I cast Frost Shock, it deleted the Night Elf.
- ...Ragnaros tried to farm me.
- (is so potent that)...when I frost shocked someone, I think I got my server
pregnant - ...I purged a mage back to his "Character Selection" screen.
- ...the Tarren Mill guards summon ME for help.
- ...I drop 2 epic chestpieces when I die.
- ...I can cook a 5 course meal on an easy-bake oven.
- ...when I smack you, your Everquest 1 and 2 characters feel it.
- ...when I party with Warlocks they stop sucking.
- ...Jaina Proudmoore rerolled Horde.
- ...Superman wears underwear with MY picture on it.
- ...Onyxia is my noncombat pet.
- ...I use Mooncloth for toilet paper.
- ...I'm the elite boss at the end of the new dungeon in 1.6.0, right after Thrall.
- ...I am considered a raid instance for alliance. One of the top guilds brought me down to 70% health, but to be fair, i was sleeping during those 8 hours.
- ...I dont play him anymore; he plays me.
- ...they have to shut down all the servers once a week to repair the damage I caused to them.
- ...Bush tried to get Congress to declare war on me.
- ...he's being asked to play Master Chief in the upcoming Halo movie.
- ...Arthas begged the development team to delay any expansion so he could gain a few more levels.
2005-06-15
Ordinary Day
Wow, been a while since my last post. Didn't realize quite how long it'd been. So, let's remedy that.
Where to start, where to start? Last Tuesday night, I told Dave I was putting in my two weeks notice. I was just tired of working there. I wanted out, wanted to change. Lilie had been asserting for a while that I really needed to get out of there, and I agree(d) with her. So finally, I decided to do it. Freddie was getting ready to quit as well - he's moving to Austin to live with Lauren (his girlfriend of a fair amount of time now), so we were contemplating both walking out in the middle of the shift, though we eventually decided against it. So when Dave got back, we had the following conversation:
"Dave, just to let you know, I'm putting in my two weeks notice."
"Oh, why's that Will? Don't like the work anymore?"
"No, the work's fine, the people are all really cool; it's just that you're an egotistical sociopath."
He was pretty quiet after that. Not that I blame him. I mean, I'd been there about four and a half years, never indicated (at least, to him) that I had any problems with him. Of course, he's an incredible idiot who has no idea how much everybody hates him. So I went about my business, still working. I fully intended at that point to continue to work the remainder of my two weeks, though Dave has a tendency to stop scheduling poeple once they've put in their notice. That's only to protect him, as the motiviation to go for that last day or two is very small. Can't really blame him on that count. So yeah, I'm working, it's Tuesday night, we're decently busy. After it slows down, he said that we needed to have a conversation in the back. We went to the dry stock room, and he was like, "So you think I'm egotistical? Damn straight. I'm one of the best in the business; one of the best in the country. And you know why? Because I don't take shit from anybody." (I'm going to ignore the various logical inconsistencies and non sequiters in that sentence. He then followed up with, "And you think I'm a psychopath?" Which is wrong. I said sociopath. Important difference there, but I didn't correct him. he didn't really say anything else, so I started to walk back to the foutain. He then asked me when I wanted my last night to be. I said, "How about tonight?" He said "Sure." I thought he meant 'til close, but about ten minutes later, after another rush, he told me I could leave. Nobody believed me as I was walking out.
I'll get to the aftermath later.
Where to start, where to start? Last Tuesday night, I told Dave I was putting in my two weeks notice. I was just tired of working there. I wanted out, wanted to change. Lilie had been asserting for a while that I really needed to get out of there, and I agree(d) with her. So finally, I decided to do it. Freddie was getting ready to quit as well - he's moving to Austin to live with Lauren (his girlfriend of a fair amount of time now), so we were contemplating both walking out in the middle of the shift, though we eventually decided against it. So when Dave got back, we had the following conversation:
"Dave, just to let you know, I'm putting in my two weeks notice."
"Oh, why's that Will? Don't like the work anymore?"
"No, the work's fine, the people are all really cool; it's just that you're an egotistical sociopath."
He was pretty quiet after that. Not that I blame him. I mean, I'd been there about four and a half years, never indicated (at least, to him) that I had any problems with him. Of course, he's an incredible idiot who has no idea how much everybody hates him. So I went about my business, still working. I fully intended at that point to continue to work the remainder of my two weeks, though Dave has a tendency to stop scheduling poeple once they've put in their notice. That's only to protect him, as the motiviation to go for that last day or two is very small. Can't really blame him on that count. So yeah, I'm working, it's Tuesday night, we're decently busy. After it slows down, he said that we needed to have a conversation in the back. We went to the dry stock room, and he was like, "So you think I'm egotistical? Damn straight. I'm one of the best in the business; one of the best in the country. And you know why? Because I don't take shit from anybody." (I'm going to ignore the various logical inconsistencies and non sequiters in that sentence. He then followed up with, "And you think I'm a psychopath?" Which is wrong. I said sociopath. Important difference there, but I didn't correct him. he didn't really say anything else, so I started to walk back to the foutain. He then asked me when I wanted my last night to be. I said, "How about tonight?" He said "Sure." I thought he meant 'til close, but about ten minutes later, after another rush, he told me I could leave. Nobody believed me as I was walking out.
I'll get to the aftermath later.
2005-06-10
2005-05-31
2005-02-11
2005-01-08
The Epic Adventures of - Ceciliantas: Hide your Slits!
The Epic Adventures of - Ceciliantas: Hide your Slits!
This is so beautiful. Basically, someone getting caught cybering in EQ2, then going batshit insane about it.
This is so beautiful. Basically, someone getting caught cybering in EQ2, then going batshit insane about it.
2004-12-21
One more for the road
So as I was finishing up that post, I heard a strange sound coming from the kitchen. Janelle was putting up the dishes in the dishwasher.
Except we ran out of dishwasher soap last night, and that's a new load that hasn't been run through yet.
She's now putting all of them back in.
Except we ran out of dishwasher soap last night, and that's a new load that hasn't been run through yet.
She's now putting all of them back in.
Never ever have I ever felt so low; when you gonna take me out of this black hole?
Wow. I'm approaching my old record - well, not really. I just haven't really posted in over a week.
It's just, well, a couple things. First, with school out, I've gone back to working at least 40 hours a week, so I'm more tired at night when I would normally be posting. I've also been spending a lot (both too much and not enough) time with Lilie and over there. And finally, in the last week or so, I really haven't felt up to it. I mean, I've been in this major funk. I've spent a lot of time lying in bed, not really doing anything. I hate it when I get like this - I know it's not really tied to any time of year, nor any event. It just happens. So we'll see how long it takes to get over that. But anyway...
Sunday evening, I went over to Lilie's. Details are fuzzy, but I do recall one very odd occurrence. We were standing outside - I don't know if she came out to meet me, or we were headed back in or something (actually, now that I think about it, it might have been Tuesday night, but anyway...) she started asking me about why I feel so insecure about us, and how I shouldn't. It's kind of odd, having her being able to know what I'm thinking, especially about her. Well, to be fair, it's my fault - I'm the one posting it here, where she can read it. I could always post it on some secret, third blog. Or something like that. It's the same thing with Shelley. I'm just not used to having people read this regularly, much less someone I interact with.
So we both had to work Monday morning at 10 am. Well, at least, that's what I thought. I had only taken a cursory glance at my schedule, then listened to her mentioning that she had to be in at 10. We left, and I got there, only to discover that I wasn't supposed to be in there until 11:30. Had it been 11, it wouldn't have been worth it to drive home, but since I had an hour and a half, I went for it. Came home, started Moulin Rouge burning, set up X-2 with some new dresspheres to power up, then went back to work. It was okay, although things have been getting on my nerves a lot more.
I don't really remember Monday evening. Heh.
I opened Tuesday morning, as usual, and that evening, Lilie and I had an actual date. We went to Italian Garden for dinner. It was pretty nice - I had, um, something, I'm sure. She had the manacotti. It's always weird when you go out to eat with someone who waits, or has waited, tables. I ran into this a lot with Rose - they usually end up striking a conversation with the server. I always feel really awkward when that happens. It's really just an instance of my general discomfort with service people. Like when you go into Best Buy, and that guy greets you - they've started doing that at Hastings as well. It really bothers me. I understand why they're doing it - making sure the customer feels welcome, and giving them an immediate chance to ask any questions or seek some assistance. But I'm never quite sure how to respond. Do I greet them back? I feel really stupid doing that; on the other hand, ignoring them seems kind of rude. I really wish they'd just ignore me as I walked in. For that matter, I feel the same way about employees (or sales associates, whatever) asking me if I need help when I'm browsing. If I needed help, I'd go ask for it. Or when the server, waitress, or carhop, tries to strike up a conversation. It's not that I'm being rude or I think I'm better or something, I just feel uncomfortable talking to random people like that.
So yeah. After Italian Garden, we drove around for a bit, then went to Showplace to watch Team America: World Police. She still hadn't seen it, though I think it would have been my... third, or fourth time. Something like that. So we watched it. We had to move once or twice, 'cause she doesn't like having (other) people sitting near us. Eventually, though, we got settled in and started watching it.
And we both fell asleep at one point or another. We enjoyed it, but managed to fall asleep. We were both just really tired. Oh!! I forgot. I even dressed up a little bit - I was wearing my green pants, as can be expected, and put on my black over-shirt with the really bright flowers on it. Shelley made some disparaging remarks about it, but that's to be expected.
So yeah, a good time was had by all. I'm fairly certain I crashed there that night. Yes, I remember it now. She had to leave before me, 'cause she had to go to work, whereas I didn't have to work until that evening. I think. Either that, or I was off. Yeah, I think I was off, since I opened Thursday. No, wait, that's not right. She did have to go to work later (I think), but I was up early, and couldn't lie still, so I went into the living room and played a little Twisted Metal: Black, and was going to take Shelley to work at 10. After that, I didn't feel like going home just yet, so I went over to Best Buy and looked at their RAM and video cards. I've been thinking about doing it for a while, and it seemed like a good time (don't ask my why). Anyway, while I was browsing, Lilie called. She was curious as to why I didn't say bye before I left. (I didn't want to wake her up.) It just made me feel really good, knowing that she cared.
So I bought a video card and some RAM. Of course, it was the wrong kind of RAM. My comp wouldn't boot with it at all. The video card, however, went right in and worked perfectly. I took the RAM back and had the guy find the right kind - it was in the back. I put it in by itself to make sure it worked, and the motherboard, as soon as power hit it, went "Beep. Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep." And the computer wouldn't boot. Turns out that that's the "Hey, your RAM is in backwards" alert. Silly me. Put it in right, it booted. Recognized it and everything. Turned it back off and put my original one in as well, and everything was good to go. The improvement in performance has been immense. I could even contemplate playing either CoH or WoW (not both).
Didn't do much else on Wednesday, though I did go up to Austin and play some DDR later. Stopped by Rose's to pick her up, since she wanted a ride home. Played a little, but not too much - I slammed my ankle on the bar at one point, and it's been hurting sporadically ever since. We stopped by IHOP on the way home, which was unpleasently reminiscent of the old days. If she does move back down here (which is now in question, apparently), I won't always be able to just jump up at 3 in the morning and give her a ride home whenever. Things have changed a bit. And even if I do, I won't just sit there for half an hour. It was really weird when she called me the other day at 2 in the morning - something perfectly resonable in the old days, but I was crashing over at Lilie's, and she had long since fallen asleep. I felt really bad having to disturb her, however slightly, to go get my phone (it rings really, really loudly, so ignoring it wasn't really an option).
So anyway. Opened Thursday. Somehow, Rose thought I had agreed to take her back to Austin. I swear I don't remember doing that, but I did. Take her back, I mean. Came back and took Shelley Christmas-shopping for Lilie. Since she doesn't have her own car, her options for doing so are limited, and I was happy to help. We went to Hastings, then stopped at Sonic for some dinner (the current joke is that I'm dating both Lilie and Shelley; it started the Sunday she waited in my truck for a good 10 - 20 minutes for a ride home).
Oh, haha. Just re-read my earlier posts, and I'm getting all these days mixed up. I did my video card and RAM on Friday, which means that I crashed at Lilie's on Thursday (probably Tuesday night too. This is one of the reasons I hate going so long between updates). I don't really rememeber Friday or Saturday either, which is kind of scary.
I do remember Sunday, though. Shelley and I opened. It was *really* slow. I mean, our first customer was... 8:30? We had like 10 orders from then 'til 9:30. We had a bit of a rush 'til 10:05 or so, when Adam got in and helped. At one point, labor was at over 700%, which was really, really cool. I was sent home about 11:30, since it was just unbelievably slow. Shelley insisted I head over to their place, so I did. I ended up crashing in Lilie's bed and taking a four hour nap. Lilie woke me up when she came in to hug and kiss me good-bye as she left for work. I left fairly soon after that.
As I got home, I realized I had forgotten my blue button-up shirt. I called their place and told Shelley that when she answered the phone... except it was Lilie. Apparently, there was a sign at Katy Station that said "Closed @ 2 - Kitchen Repairs" or something along those lines. I headed over about 9 to get my shirt, since I had to work Monday night. Lilie was still dressed up, and she looked very nice. We hugged like we hadn't since before we started going out, which felt really good. We kissed a little too, and I left. I talked to Shelley later (online?) and she asked me why I left.
Worked Monday 5 - C, fountain. Dennis was there 5 - 9, and he was really getting on my nerves. It ended up taking me over an hour to close fountain, since Dennis didn't do *anything*, and Rick didn't help me in the fountain at all either. I don't mind, though - with the mood I was in, I was in no hurry to leave. It's the mood I've been in pretty much all week. Just a major funk. I alternate between upset for no reason and sad for no reason. I've been lying in my room all day today, sometimes playing games, but often just lying there. Felt like crying a few times, but of course, that won't happen - I can't seem to cry except at seemingly random times, and the most bizarre catalysts (Hearing Lemon Tree by Peter, Paul and Mary is the best example I have at the moment). Just been lounging around today, though I did manage to get about three quarters of my chores for this week done, and can finish my room tonight and the rest tomorrow. I still haven't done any Christmas shopping, though, so I'll have to squeeze that in tomorrow and Thursday before work at 5.
So. That's my week. Time for humorous anecdotes and other things I left out.
Janelle and three of her friends went to a movie, then came back here to build a gingerbread house. Things went well, until the end. It stood for... four seconds? They dragged me out to take their picture, which I did. But even then, the chimney, constructed of Hershey's chocolate bars, was falling. Not long after that, they realized the door was caving in. Immediately after that, the back wall started collapsing as well. Within a minute, the whole thing was in a heap. We ate some, but it is *incredibly* sweet. Michael and Kushal are still here, but they'll be leaving soon.
I was thinking about going to Austin tonight to play some DDR, but I just didn't have the energy. I don't mean physically, but mentally. Just an extension of the lethargic, depressed mood I've been in lately.
Bug did a major patch on gEngine, changing the look again. It was bad enough to (coupled with the complete lack of B5 players lately) to uninstall gEngine, delete the cache completely, clear my registry of it, and remove the forums from my favorites.
Picked Final Fantasy: Origins back up. Final Fantasy I is *hard*. Started playing Diablo II: Lord of Destruction as well, for some reason (although it is really sweet with the upgrades.) Been playing a Druid with a lot of pets.
The office sent back a list of errors in paperwork this week - there were a lot. And none of them were mine. Every other manager had at least one, and everyone except Dora had a few.
I think the Christmas party was this Sunday. I mean, the Sunday evening of the post before this one. It was... okay. Shelley did end up going, but didn't bowl. It's always nice to hang out with the crew outside of work. It wasn't as fun as last year, and the prizes sucked. Overall, though, it was okay.
That's it for now. I hope to resume normal updates now. Writing these long ones takes a while - this one took four hours, though that certainly wasn't contiguous.
It's just, well, a couple things. First, with school out, I've gone back to working at least 40 hours a week, so I'm more tired at night when I would normally be posting. I've also been spending a lot (both too much and not enough) time with Lilie and over there. And finally, in the last week or so, I really haven't felt up to it. I mean, I've been in this major funk. I've spent a lot of time lying in bed, not really doing anything. I hate it when I get like this - I know it's not really tied to any time of year, nor any event. It just happens. So we'll see how long it takes to get over that. But anyway...
Sunday evening, I went over to Lilie's. Details are fuzzy, but I do recall one very odd occurrence. We were standing outside - I don't know if she came out to meet me, or we were headed back in or something (actually, now that I think about it, it might have been Tuesday night, but anyway...) she started asking me about why I feel so insecure about us, and how I shouldn't. It's kind of odd, having her being able to know what I'm thinking, especially about her. Well, to be fair, it's my fault - I'm the one posting it here, where she can read it. I could always post it on some secret, third blog. Or something like that. It's the same thing with Shelley. I'm just not used to having people read this regularly, much less someone I interact with.
So we both had to work Monday morning at 10 am. Well, at least, that's what I thought. I had only taken a cursory glance at my schedule, then listened to her mentioning that she had to be in at 10. We left, and I got there, only to discover that I wasn't supposed to be in there until 11:30. Had it been 11, it wouldn't have been worth it to drive home, but since I had an hour and a half, I went for it. Came home, started Moulin Rouge burning, set up X-2 with some new dresspheres to power up, then went back to work. It was okay, although things have been getting on my nerves a lot more.
I don't really remember Monday evening. Heh.
I opened Tuesday morning, as usual, and that evening, Lilie and I had an actual date. We went to Italian Garden for dinner. It was pretty nice - I had, um, something, I'm sure. She had the manacotti. It's always weird when you go out to eat with someone who waits, or has waited, tables. I ran into this a lot with Rose - they usually end up striking a conversation with the server. I always feel really awkward when that happens. It's really just an instance of my general discomfort with service people. Like when you go into Best Buy, and that guy greets you - they've started doing that at Hastings as well. It really bothers me. I understand why they're doing it - making sure the customer feels welcome, and giving them an immediate chance to ask any questions or seek some assistance. But I'm never quite sure how to respond. Do I greet them back? I feel really stupid doing that; on the other hand, ignoring them seems kind of rude. I really wish they'd just ignore me as I walked in. For that matter, I feel the same way about employees (or sales associates, whatever) asking me if I need help when I'm browsing. If I needed help, I'd go ask for it. Or when the server, waitress, or carhop, tries to strike up a conversation. It's not that I'm being rude or I think I'm better or something, I just feel uncomfortable talking to random people like that.
So yeah. After Italian Garden, we drove around for a bit, then went to Showplace to watch Team America: World Police. She still hadn't seen it, though I think it would have been my... third, or fourth time. Something like that. So we watched it. We had to move once or twice, 'cause she doesn't like having (other) people sitting near us. Eventually, though, we got settled in and started watching it.
And we both fell asleep at one point or another. We enjoyed it, but managed to fall asleep. We were both just really tired. Oh!! I forgot. I even dressed up a little bit - I was wearing my green pants, as can be expected, and put on my black over-shirt with the really bright flowers on it. Shelley made some disparaging remarks about it, but that's to be expected.
So yeah, a good time was had by all. I'm fairly certain I crashed there that night. Yes, I remember it now. She had to leave before me, 'cause she had to go to work, whereas I didn't have to work until that evening. I think. Either that, or I was off. Yeah, I think I was off, since I opened Thursday. No, wait, that's not right. She did have to go to work later (I think), but I was up early, and couldn't lie still, so I went into the living room and played a little Twisted Metal: Black, and was going to take Shelley to work at 10. After that, I didn't feel like going home just yet, so I went over to Best Buy and looked at their RAM and video cards. I've been thinking about doing it for a while, and it seemed like a good time (don't ask my why). Anyway, while I was browsing, Lilie called. She was curious as to why I didn't say bye before I left. (I didn't want to wake her up.) It just made me feel really good, knowing that she cared.
So I bought a video card and some RAM. Of course, it was the wrong kind of RAM. My comp wouldn't boot with it at all. The video card, however, went right in and worked perfectly. I took the RAM back and had the guy find the right kind - it was in the back. I put it in by itself to make sure it worked, and the motherboard, as soon as power hit it, went "Beep. Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep." And the computer wouldn't boot. Turns out that that's the "Hey, your RAM is in backwards" alert. Silly me. Put it in right, it booted. Recognized it and everything. Turned it back off and put my original one in as well, and everything was good to go. The improvement in performance has been immense. I could even contemplate playing either CoH or WoW (not both).
Didn't do much else on Wednesday, though I did go up to Austin and play some DDR later. Stopped by Rose's to pick her up, since she wanted a ride home. Played a little, but not too much - I slammed my ankle on the bar at one point, and it's been hurting sporadically ever since. We stopped by IHOP on the way home, which was unpleasently reminiscent of the old days. If she does move back down here (which is now in question, apparently), I won't always be able to just jump up at 3 in the morning and give her a ride home whenever. Things have changed a bit. And even if I do, I won't just sit there for half an hour. It was really weird when she called me the other day at 2 in the morning - something perfectly resonable in the old days, but I was crashing over at Lilie's, and she had long since fallen asleep. I felt really bad having to disturb her, however slightly, to go get my phone (it rings really, really loudly, so ignoring it wasn't really an option).
So anyway. Opened Thursday. Somehow, Rose thought I had agreed to take her back to Austin. I swear I don't remember doing that, but I did. Take her back, I mean. Came back and took Shelley Christmas-shopping for Lilie. Since she doesn't have her own car, her options for doing so are limited, and I was happy to help. We went to Hastings, then stopped at Sonic for some dinner (the current joke is that I'm dating both Lilie and Shelley; it started the Sunday she waited in my truck for a good 10 - 20 minutes for a ride home).
Oh, haha. Just re-read my earlier posts, and I'm getting all these days mixed up. I did my video card and RAM on Friday, which means that I crashed at Lilie's on Thursday (probably Tuesday night too. This is one of the reasons I hate going so long between updates). I don't really rememeber Friday or Saturday either, which is kind of scary.
I do remember Sunday, though. Shelley and I opened. It was *really* slow. I mean, our first customer was... 8:30? We had like 10 orders from then 'til 9:30. We had a bit of a rush 'til 10:05 or so, when Adam got in and helped. At one point, labor was at over 700%, which was really, really cool. I was sent home about 11:30, since it was just unbelievably slow. Shelley insisted I head over to their place, so I did. I ended up crashing in Lilie's bed and taking a four hour nap. Lilie woke me up when she came in to hug and kiss me good-bye as she left for work. I left fairly soon after that.
As I got home, I realized I had forgotten my blue button-up shirt. I called their place and told Shelley that when she answered the phone... except it was Lilie. Apparently, there was a sign at Katy Station that said "Closed @ 2 - Kitchen Repairs" or something along those lines. I headed over about 9 to get my shirt, since I had to work Monday night. Lilie was still dressed up, and she looked very nice. We hugged like we hadn't since before we started going out, which felt really good. We kissed a little too, and I left. I talked to Shelley later (online?) and she asked me why I left.
Worked Monday 5 - C, fountain. Dennis was there 5 - 9, and he was really getting on my nerves. It ended up taking me over an hour to close fountain, since Dennis didn't do *anything*, and Rick didn't help me in the fountain at all either. I don't mind, though - with the mood I was in, I was in no hurry to leave. It's the mood I've been in pretty much all week. Just a major funk. I alternate between upset for no reason and sad for no reason. I've been lying in my room all day today, sometimes playing games, but often just lying there. Felt like crying a few times, but of course, that won't happen - I can't seem to cry except at seemingly random times, and the most bizarre catalysts (Hearing Lemon Tree by Peter, Paul and Mary is the best example I have at the moment). Just been lounging around today, though I did manage to get about three quarters of my chores for this week done, and can finish my room tonight and the rest tomorrow. I still haven't done any Christmas shopping, though, so I'll have to squeeze that in tomorrow and Thursday before work at 5.
So. That's my week. Time for humorous anecdotes and other things I left out.
Janelle and three of her friends went to a movie, then came back here to build a gingerbread house. Things went well, until the end. It stood for... four seconds? They dragged me out to take their picture, which I did. But even then, the chimney, constructed of Hershey's chocolate bars, was falling. Not long after that, they realized the door was caving in. Immediately after that, the back wall started collapsing as well. Within a minute, the whole thing was in a heap. We ate some, but it is *incredibly* sweet. Michael and Kushal are still here, but they'll be leaving soon.
I was thinking about going to Austin tonight to play some DDR, but I just didn't have the energy. I don't mean physically, but mentally. Just an extension of the lethargic, depressed mood I've been in lately.
Bug did a major patch on gEngine, changing the look again. It was bad enough to (coupled with the complete lack of B5 players lately) to uninstall gEngine, delete the cache completely, clear my registry of it, and remove the forums from my favorites.
Picked Final Fantasy: Origins back up. Final Fantasy I is *hard*. Started playing Diablo II: Lord of Destruction as well, for some reason (although it is really sweet with the upgrades.) Been playing a Druid with a lot of pets.
The office sent back a list of errors in paperwork this week - there were a lot. And none of them were mine. Every other manager had at least one, and everyone except Dora had a few.
I think the Christmas party was this Sunday. I mean, the Sunday evening of the post before this one. It was... okay. Shelley did end up going, but didn't bowl. It's always nice to hang out with the crew outside of work. It wasn't as fun as last year, and the prizes sucked. Overall, though, it was okay.
That's it for now. I hope to resume normal updates now. Writing these long ones takes a while - this one took four hours, though that certainly wasn't contiguous.
2004-11-16
Fly Robin Fly
Now that we've got the summaries out of the way, let's go back and recap some of the more interesting moments of this week.
Unfortunately, I kind of got caught up doing other things, and it's almost time for me to go to work. But I still have a little time. Or something like that.
Mom was trying to open a bottle of wine last night, but couldn't. She had this tiny little bottle opener that wasn't going to do anything, and couldn't get the cork out. She tried having me pull the opener while she held the bottle, but that didn't work either - I ended up just pulling her around the kitchen. Finally, she pulled out her better wine bottle opener, which had a brace and everything. Still no avail; finally, she gave it to me to open. I couldn't get it the normal way, with it in front of me, because I have weak wrists, arms, and chest. However, I put it behind my head and pulled, because I do have strong, um, well, I don't know what they're technically called, but we always called them 'wings', and pulled really hard.
The cork came out, along with some wine. On my plate, on my clothes. That was fun. But hey, it worked.
Tx State is full of idiots. All I hear in my classes is people being confused and thinking that there's too much work. That's one of the key reasons they're letting me get away with what I am - because I actually want to do the work, and can. It really cracks me up sometime. And, now that I have a semester's worth of experience, I feel better qualified to say this - the girls at UT are definitely hotter, on average, then the girls at SWT. Seriously.
In my Intro to Fine Arts class, we were discussing some Fauvistic and Futuristic works, when one of the students - a fairly intelligent fellow, judging on our previous interaction and my observation, said, and I quote, "It's like, woo, ya know?" He is probably in his late 20's or early 30's. I really, really wanted to walk over and smack him.
I have more stuff to write about, including more inane, stream-of-consciousness rambling about Lilie. So that's something to look foward to.
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Holy crap. I just realized I've started bobbing my head when I type. Kind of light side-to-side motions. Well, not 'started', 'cause I've been doing it for a while. And I know where I picked it up - Suzie. That's just weird.
Unfortunately, I kind of got caught up doing other things, and it's almost time for me to go to work. But I still have a little time. Or something like that.
Mom was trying to open a bottle of wine last night, but couldn't. She had this tiny little bottle opener that wasn't going to do anything, and couldn't get the cork out. She tried having me pull the opener while she held the bottle, but that didn't work either - I ended up just pulling her around the kitchen. Finally, she pulled out her better wine bottle opener, which had a brace and everything. Still no avail; finally, she gave it to me to open. I couldn't get it the normal way, with it in front of me, because I have weak wrists, arms, and chest. However, I put it behind my head and pulled, because I do have strong, um, well, I don't know what they're technically called, but we always called them 'wings', and pulled really hard.
The cork came out, along with some wine. On my plate, on my clothes. That was fun. But hey, it worked.
Tx State is full of idiots. All I hear in my classes is people being confused and thinking that there's too much work. That's one of the key reasons they're letting me get away with what I am - because I actually want to do the work, and can. It really cracks me up sometime. And, now that I have a semester's worth of experience, I feel better qualified to say this - the girls at UT are definitely hotter, on average, then the girls at SWT. Seriously.
In my Intro to Fine Arts class, we were discussing some Fauvistic and Futuristic works, when one of the students - a fairly intelligent fellow, judging on our previous interaction and my observation, said, and I quote, "It's like, woo, ya know?" He is probably in his late 20's or early 30's. I really, really wanted to walk over and smack him.
I have more stuff to write about, including more inane, stream-of-consciousness rambling about Lilie. So that's something to look foward to.
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Holy crap. I just realized I've started bobbing my head when I type. Kind of light side-to-side motions. Well, not 'started', 'cause I've been doing it for a while. And I know where I picked it up - Suzie. That's just weird.
2004-11-08
2004-11-03
You're easy-breezy, and I'm Japanesy; Soon you'll mean exactly nothing to me - Utada Hikaru
So that was Friday. Fun stuff.
I had to work 11 - 5 Saturday. Actually, it became 10:30 to 5, because we were going to have this manager's meeting Thursday morning, but no one showed up, so Dave moved it to Saturday morning. I got there and witnessed utter chaos. It was about 10:30, and the truck hadn't been moved. At all. Which isn't good. It also looked like a bomb had hit the place. Not literally.
We had our little manager meeting. Dave fed us a bunch of bullshit about Man-Hour Yields, and basically just reinforced our perceptions of him as a jerk-ass dipshit tightwad who really just wants to squeeze everyone he can for everything he can.
Rick managed to get the truck put up. Barely. At one point, there were like eight boxes of stuff just sitting in the back all strewn about. If Dave had gone back there, he would have had a fit. And been twice as big an ass as he normally is. The stuff in the walk-in freezer was not in neat stacks; they had to climb over all these boxes to get stuff.
So he eventually left, and things went okay. I think. I do hate Dave so much. So I finally left. Oh, one vital piece of background - Thursday morning, Sterling came by and gave me an invitation to his party on Saturday. It's (was) a birthday party for his fiancè, Alana. Not Rosenwasser. The weird one who hung out with Elizabeth Earles. I also asked Lilie if she'd like to go to this party with me, and surprisingly (not really) enough, she agreed.
So it starts at 8:00; I said I'd pick her up 'bout then, then we'd head over. But I was really, really bored, so I headed over to NexLevel to kill some time. She calls about 7:45 or so, wondering where I was. Slight miscommunication. She didn't believe I was about to leave, mainly because they have some nice metal pads there. But she did head over, 'cause she was really bored too.
I took some more pictures at NexLevel (to follow), though Josh took even more. Lilie eventually showed up. There was one humorous moment - I told Derrick that Lily was on her way over, and he said that no, she was at some church thing with her parents. He, of course, meant Lily, the Asian chick from the previous picture post.
Right.
So she shows up. She was dressed as an army brat (?). White tank top, army pants, army hat, and a dollar super-soaker. She also used some of my glitter. We hung around there a little bit while Janelle brought me a fresh shirt, so I wasn't all sweaty. Then we left and arrived at Sterling's a little bit later.
HAHA! Got you!!
There was a map on the flyer he'd given me, but it wasn't very good. In fact, we drove around the area (near Roland's house) for a while before pegging down two likely places. I went into the first one, and sure enough, there was a group of guys around a bonfire. I asked them if this was Sterling's party, and there were like, 'Nope.'
Oh, by the way, this was... over an hour into our quest.
I even stopped by the gas station and went the phone book, calling all the Marlows in there, to no avail. I tried getting ahold of Lauren to get ahold of Jeff, who'd have been able to help, but that didn't work. Nor did reaching Michael to find Lauren (he was at Renfest all weekend). I even talked to Rose, but she wasn't able to help either. Eventually, we found the right place. But they said the party had just been moved to where he did boy scout stuff. Which kinda made sense, 'cause he was like an Eagle Scout or something. Or used to be.
So I immediately thought 'VFW Hall'! Sure enough, there was a large party going on there.
Sigma Nu's party.
So I called Rose again, and talked to her, and Katie somehow came up with a second location for scout stuff - on McCartney Lane. We went over there, but somehow missed it. So we pulled over on the square and hung out there for a bit, then called Shelley. We were going to head over there, though Lilie could only be out for another hour or so, since she was kinda tired. Or had to work early. Probably both. We picked up some Jack in the Box for her and Chris, and while we were in the line, I finally talked to Jarrod. It was in the place Katie told us about, which we never found.
We headed over to Shelley's and caught the second half of 'Mean Girls'. Which was still funny. Then Lilie and I headed home. Well, that's not entirely true. I took Lilie back to her car, which was parked on the square, and she headed home. I didn't have to work Sunday morning - I was managing the 5 - C shift - so I went back to NexLevel and hung out for a while. Ran into Krysta of all people, who had an... interesting Halloween costume (you'll have to wait for the pictures to be up to see). I found out she had played some DDR, and we did so then. She's... all right, I guess, for a beginner. Played some Halo as well, but I got my butt kicked. I hadn't ever really played on the map in question, but that only covers so much ass-sucking. They were just better than me. Especially with me being so out of practice.
Then the whole thing kinda degenerated into standing around outside, talking amongst ourselves and commenting on people that walked past. Ray drove by, and some guys walking by shouted at him. I eventually decided to walk back to my truck and go home. On the way back, I swear I got a wolf-whistle. There was *no one* else around. I ran into Beverly as well, who's working at... some bar or something. Making decent money, which is good. Came home, and eventually crashed.
I just feel so bad for dragging Lilie around for so long with no actual results. I mean, she came *all the way* from her house, and got dressed up and everything, for what? Riding in my truck for two hours? We did stop by Sonic at one point, but she wouldn't go in, and Shelley was a little busy and couldn't come out - Rudy was in one of his moods as it was - so that was a total bust as well.
I mean, she's acting all cool about it, saying it's no big deal, but that doesn't really make me feel any better. It's another thing that mocks me late at night - I mean, sure, it's not nearly as bad as some of the blunders I've pulled - there've been a lot, and a lot of them have been really, really stupid - but this one still makes me angry at myself. Argh.
I had to work 11 - 5 Saturday. Actually, it became 10:30 to 5, because we were going to have this manager's meeting Thursday morning, but no one showed up, so Dave moved it to Saturday morning. I got there and witnessed utter chaos. It was about 10:30, and the truck hadn't been moved. At all. Which isn't good. It also looked like a bomb had hit the place. Not literally.
We had our little manager meeting. Dave fed us a bunch of bullshit about Man-Hour Yields, and basically just reinforced our perceptions of him as a jerk-ass dipshit tightwad who really just wants to squeeze everyone he can for everything he can.
Rick managed to get the truck put up. Barely. At one point, there were like eight boxes of stuff just sitting in the back all strewn about. If Dave had gone back there, he would have had a fit. And been twice as big an ass as he normally is. The stuff in the walk-in freezer was not in neat stacks; they had to climb over all these boxes to get stuff.
So he eventually left, and things went okay. I think. I do hate Dave so much. So I finally left. Oh, one vital piece of background - Thursday morning, Sterling came by and gave me an invitation to his party on Saturday. It's (was) a birthday party for his fiancè, Alana. Not Rosenwasser. The weird one who hung out with Elizabeth Earles. I also asked Lilie if she'd like to go to this party with me, and surprisingly (not really) enough, she agreed.
So it starts at 8:00; I said I'd pick her up 'bout then, then we'd head over. But I was really, really bored, so I headed over to NexLevel to kill some time. She calls about 7:45 or so, wondering where I was. Slight miscommunication. She didn't believe I was about to leave, mainly because they have some nice metal pads there. But she did head over, 'cause she was really bored too.
I took some more pictures at NexLevel (to follow), though Josh took even more. Lilie eventually showed up. There was one humorous moment - I told Derrick that Lily was on her way over, and he said that no, she was at some church thing with her parents. He, of course, meant Lily, the Asian chick from the previous picture post.
Right.
So she shows up. She was dressed as an army brat (?). White tank top, army pants, army hat, and a dollar super-soaker. She also used some of my glitter. We hung around there a little bit while Janelle brought me a fresh shirt, so I wasn't all sweaty. Then we left and arrived at Sterling's a little bit later.
HAHA! Got you!!
There was a map on the flyer he'd given me, but it wasn't very good. In fact, we drove around the area (near Roland's house) for a while before pegging down two likely places. I went into the first one, and sure enough, there was a group of guys around a bonfire. I asked them if this was Sterling's party, and there were like, 'Nope.'
Oh, by the way, this was... over an hour into our quest.
I even stopped by the gas station and went the phone book, calling all the Marlows in there, to no avail. I tried getting ahold of Lauren to get ahold of Jeff, who'd have been able to help, but that didn't work. Nor did reaching Michael to find Lauren (he was at Renfest all weekend). I even talked to Rose, but she wasn't able to help either. Eventually, we found the right place. But they said the party had just been moved to where he did boy scout stuff. Which kinda made sense, 'cause he was like an Eagle Scout or something. Or used to be.
So I immediately thought 'VFW Hall'! Sure enough, there was a large party going on there.
Sigma Nu's party.
So I called Rose again, and talked to her, and Katie somehow came up with a second location for scout stuff - on McCartney Lane. We went over there, but somehow missed it. So we pulled over on the square and hung out there for a bit, then called Shelley. We were going to head over there, though Lilie could only be out for another hour or so, since she was kinda tired. Or had to work early. Probably both. We picked up some Jack in the Box for her and Chris, and while we were in the line, I finally talked to Jarrod. It was in the place Katie told us about, which we never found.
We headed over to Shelley's and caught the second half of 'Mean Girls'. Which was still funny. Then Lilie and I headed home. Well, that's not entirely true. I took Lilie back to her car, which was parked on the square, and she headed home. I didn't have to work Sunday morning - I was managing the 5 - C shift - so I went back to NexLevel and hung out for a while. Ran into Krysta of all people, who had an... interesting Halloween costume (you'll have to wait for the pictures to be up to see). I found out she had played some DDR, and we did so then. She's... all right, I guess, for a beginner. Played some Halo as well, but I got my butt kicked. I hadn't ever really played on the map in question, but that only covers so much ass-sucking. They were just better than me. Especially with me being so out of practice.
Then the whole thing kinda degenerated into standing around outside, talking amongst ourselves and commenting on people that walked past. Ray drove by, and some guys walking by shouted at him. I eventually decided to walk back to my truck and go home. On the way back, I swear I got a wolf-whistle. There was *no one* else around. I ran into Beverly as well, who's working at... some bar or something. Making decent money, which is good. Came home, and eventually crashed.
I just feel so bad for dragging Lilie around for so long with no actual results. I mean, she came *all the way* from her house, and got dressed up and everything, for what? Riding in my truck for two hours? We did stop by Sonic at one point, but she wouldn't go in, and Shelley was a little busy and couldn't come out - Rudy was in one of his moods as it was - so that was a total bust as well.
I mean, she's acting all cool about it, saying it's no big deal, but that doesn't really make me feel any better. It's another thing that mocks me late at night - I mean, sure, it's not nearly as bad as some of the blunders I've pulled - there've been a lot, and a lot of them have been really, really stupid - but this one still makes me angry at myself. Argh.
