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The Trogdor comes in the night!
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The Trogdor comes in the night!
I went on a run of the Dead Mines this last Sunday and it was my first time to get involved with the seedy world of pickup groups without knowing at least one person. It was definitely as bad and chaotic as all the stories I've heard. Fortunately I was in an affable mood and that rendered the whole experience more amusing than annoying. Our group ended up consisting of three Paladins (one of which was my toon), a Druid and a Warlock, and I tell you that this is not the optimal configuration for a dungeon run. Now while not optimal, in the hands of good players, it certainly could be passable and, indeed, at times it was.
The chief foul committed was that first one and then another party member ninja'ed the chests without rolling. For those of you not in the know, when the party encounters a treasure chest each member makes a roll and the highest number wins, that player then gets to loot the chest. Now the schmuck factor trumps any roll and we, of course, had two players rolling high with schmuck sided die. At least by the third and last chest we achieved a proper roll, but I lost and that that stuck me as a slight against my righteous implementation of proper dungeon courtesies.
The second and third fouls are closely intertwined and primarily focus on the Druid who did not heal and the level 26 Warlock who would not use her minion properly. The Warlock I forgave, it was her first time and she was learning. Near the end she actually did very well and after a wipe (all of us died) when just the two of us were stranded alone, we managed to fight off two patrols simultaneously and then clear a whole host of respawned pirates AND their attack parrots. Yes, attack parrots.
The entity that controlled the druid was simply a high level spas and having a spas play a druid is akin to letting an epileptic run loose in a disco. The only factor that saved my sanity was that he did not yet have his "cat form", so he was limited to shifting between "bear form" and regular spastic Night Elf form. It didn't take a lot of imagination to envision this guy going through all three forms in the course of one encounter. This could have been forgiven as over enthusiasm, but for the fact that he had proudly declared he would heal at the onset of our adventure. As I'm sure you can gather, he did not heal, in fact his sole purpose was to die and then repeatedly ask to be resurrected. So healing became a willy-nilly selfish affair and thank goodness that Paladins can heal or we would have never made it very far.
The last complaint of this manifesto was the lack of leadership from the guildmate who created the group. I feel this is the least of them all since I could have and probably should have stepped up and given out orders, but it's harder to do that when you don't know anyone and I'm definitely not the most experience player, though in this case I might have been. All in all it wasn't too terribly bad and we did manage finish the instance with only two wipes. I did get some pretty descent loot and leveled up, so it was not a wasted experience and I'd give it a shaky, tentative mark in the fun category.
Interesting weekend. Some good stuff, some bad stuff.
I weighed in Friday evening and I was surprised to see that I've slimed down to 202 pounds. It's taken a lot of effort, but I believe I finally broke through my plateau. The scale is still pretty convinced that my body fat is 23 %, but the fat pinching device is more kind with measurements that seem to indicate 19-20%. I'm pleased, even if I don't know who to trust right now. Looking back, I was buying 40" waist pants with that comfort waist band that in my mind really means you should be buying 42's but your not yet willing to setup and admit it yet. I consider several goals now accomplished. When I started seriously working out I had simply wanted to "keep it up", i.e. don't quit, and work out every day. More or less I've accomplished this and more importantly I'm very near to my preliminary physical goals of being 200 lbs. and below 20% body fat.
The downside to all of this is that I'm working out every day and twice a day three times a week. This translates into being fatigued a lot, I have great energy levels, but I'm just tired. As a consequence a lot of chores around the house are neglected or done with minimal enthusiasm, so the apartment is more or less a disaster area at any given time. But, meh, you win some and you loose some.
I'm not going to dwell on bad news, because…well…I'm just not. You know who you are and I want you to know that my heart goes out to you and if you ever need me you know where I live.
Great news, amazing news, humongous gal bladder bursting good news. I got a call from co-worker Jon on Saturday and he informed me that I would not be working out Wednesday evening. When I asked why he threw the hammer down: Serenity pre-screening. It really was all I could do not to squeal like a little girl and do my patented happy dance, there on the SPOT. So, yes I'm excited!
...and I have been volunteered to help evacuate New Orleans in case of hurricane. I was notifyed of my commitment this morning at some ungodly hour, 9:30 I think. He said he called the Town Hall, or what-have-you, and volunteered us...I'm just wondering what kind of town New Orleans is that their center of government are open at the kind of hour that I imagine him calling...
I just got out of a teleconference meeting with some of the IT folk from another site in our system. I am now fearful, shaking and trembling inside of my skin. It was like looking into a mirror and instead of seeing myself I saw strange faces that I did NOT recognize. They were skeptical and condescending faces that spoke with a fear of the unknown and a mockery that can only be generated by a tech who is being forced into a system that is neither wanted or necessary. I heard myself in those voices and saw my own expressions in their creased, scowling faces, and I wanted to hurt them. I wanted to grab them by their polo golf shirt collars and shake them like battered infants, shouting propaganda, frothing with fervor that they should accept their fate, as I have, and stop being so resistant. I think that's why I feel so sickly right now. Good god, what have I become?
It really freaks me out sometimes how the universe throws things at me in groups. This morning whilst I was testing a student's laptop I came across an article about Istanbul and how it is one of the most happening cities on Earth, the planet. Intrigued, I perused the article until I was distracted by a turn of phrase that I had never come across before: Sufi Electronica. I think we can all agree that something with that categorical naming convention demands investigation. So yes, I went out to the wild frontiers of the etherwebs with only Google as my guide and got me some info on Sufi Electronica and Bear Share provided some substantial examples of what could be a new musical infatuation.
And then, just moments ago, I was looking at the Wikipedia home page and saw that on this day in 1071 the Seljuk Turks captured the Byzantium Emperor at the Battle of Manzikert, which we all know was a chief factor in the demise of old Byzantium. Isn't it just eerie how all these things just sort of go together? Of course, I guess it was a few hundred years before those naughty Turks actually took the city, but as the song goes:
And now for something stoatally different. I found the bit about Stoats and humans totally fascinating and I trust you, filthy readers, will too. In fact I urge you to find it fascinating.
It really freaks me out sometimes how the universe throws things at me in groups. This morning whilst I was testing a student's laptop I came across an article about Istanbul and how it is one of the most happening cities on Earth, the planet. Intrigued, I perused the article until I was distracted by a turn of phrase that I had never come across before: Sufi Electronica. I think we can all agree that something with that categorical naming convention demands investigation. So yes, I went out to the wild frontiers of the etherwebs with only Google as my guide and got me some info on Sufi Electronica and Bear Share provided some substantial examples of what could be a new musical infatuation.
And then, just moments ago, I was looking at the Wikipedia home page and saw that on this day in 1071 the Seljuk Turks captured the Byzantium Emperor at the Battle of Manzikert, which we all know was a chief factor in the demise of old Byzantium. Isn't it just eerie how all these things just sort of go together? Of course, I guess it was a few hundred years before those naughty Turks actually took the city, but as the song goes:
And now for something stoatally different. I found the bit about Stoats and humans totally fascinating and I trust you, filthy readers, will too. In fact I urge you to find it fascinating.
What's the difference between a weasel and a stoat?
A weasel is weasily recognised but a stoat is stoatally different.
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Now...brace yourself. This has nothing to do with stoats, but it's pretty cool never-the-less. STACKOPOLIS
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A chap walks into a pub one evening and the landlord says "Hello
Fred, come over here and look what i bought this afternoon,it's a
toothless stoat."
"A what?" say's Fred.
"A toothless stoat" say's the
landlord, "you know kind of like a ferret, long and furry but it has had all it's teeth pulled out."
"Well what can this toothles stoat do then" say's Fred.
"Well", say's the landlord, "you put it down your trousers." (A good old fashioned Yorkshire passtime putting ferrets down your trousers.) "It will run around down there for a while and with it being all soft and furry you will get aroused, then the stoat will think it's being attacked by a snake and it will try to bite the snakes head off. But because it's got no teeth you get the best blow job you have ever had."
"Sounds great" say's Fred. "Can i try it?" So Fred shoves the toothless stoat down his trousers and sure enough has one of the best sexual experiences of his life. "Brilliant" say's Fred "how much do you want for it." Fred ends up paying 50 quid for the toothless stoat and happily takes it home to show to his wife. "Hello darling" he say's "look what i bought in the pub it's a toothless stoat."
"A toothless stoat" she say's, "what on earth do you want one of them for?"
...Wait for it...
"Never mind what I want it for" he say's "just teach it to cook."
Gasolina by Daddy Yankee (www.lyricsondemand.com)Subele el mambo pa' q mis gatas prendan los motores,
Subele el mambo pa' q mis gatas prendan los motores,
Subele el mambo pa' q mis gatas prendan los motores,
Que se preparen q lo q viene es pa q le den, duro!Mamita yo se que tu no te me va' a quitar (duro!)
Lo que me gusta es q tu te dejas llevar (duro!!)
to los weekenes ella sale a vacilar (duro!!)
mi gata no para de janguiar porqA ella le gusta la gasolina (dame me gasolina)
Como le encanta la gasolina (dame ma gasolina) x2Ella prende las turbinas,
No discrimina,
No se pierde ni un party de marquesina,
Se acicala hasta pa la esquina,
Luce tan bien q hasta la sombra le combina,
Asesina, me domina,
Anda en carro, motoras y limosinas,
Llena su tanque de adrenalina,
Cuando escucha el reggaeton en la cocina.A ella le gusta la gasolina (dame me gasolina!!)
Como le encanta la gasolina (dame ma gasolina!!) x4Aqui nosotros somos los mejores,
No te me ajores,
En la pista nos llaman los matadores,
Haces q cualquiera se enamore,
Cuando bailas al ritmo de los tambores,
Esto va pa las gatas de to colores,
Pa las mayores, pa las menores,
Pa las que son mas zorras que los cazadores,
Pa las mujeres que no apagan sus motores.Tenemo' tu y yo algo pendiente,
Tu me debes algo y lo sabes,
Conmigo ella se pierde,
No le rinde cuentas a nadie. x2Subele el mambo pa' q mis gatas prendan los motores,
Subele el mambo pa' q mis gatas prendan los motores,
Subele el mambo pa' q mis gatas prendan los motores,
Que se preparen q lo q viene es pa q le den, duro!Mamita yo se que tu no te me va' a quitar (duro!)
Lo que me gusta es q tu te dejas llevar (duro!!)
to los weekenes ella sale a vacilar (duro!!)
mi gata no para de janguiar porqA ella le gusta la gasolina (dame ma gasolina!!)
Como le encanta la gasolina (dame ma gasolina!!)
I totally dig this song...no idea what it's about...threw the lyrics all willy nilly like into Babelfish, but I couldn't really make heads or tails of it. Something about cats and engines, which we all know is not a good mixture...cats and warm engines.
I always feel weird driving through prodominantly hispanic East Dallas listening to latin rap...it just doesn't seem like the sort of thing a white boy should be doing. Will they hate me?, I wonder to myself...Should I say "they"? I should listen to white people music and not stir the pot, so-to-speak. Maybe something like John Tesh would be safer, but no, no one has ever been safer by listening to John Tesh...
Don't feel much like blogging really. All I can think of is stuff I don't want to write about and I think I'm suffering from mild depression or anxiety, but I'm not sure about that.
It's school time here in beautiful, ozone alert, dangerous air condition Dallas...this means it is once again the time of year where I yell at the anal growth's who speed through the school zones. I hate these people in ways that I find hard to define. Then they make it worse by speeding, in general, along Gaston where any number of rugrats and porch monkeys are scuttling about on the sidewalk. There's a sad 10:00 news story abrewin', you mark my words...MARK THEM! I would spew acidic spore clouds to devour these miscreants, but then so acclimated to the Dallas atmosphere I doubt they would notice. I blame SUV's...
If you want to see Trinity's melons, go here POST HASTE! They are succulant and delicious looking, you will NOT be disappointed. If you poke around a bit you may find a picture of her flower too.
Yes, another rare non-drunk weekend blog, but some things must be put down into words lest they slip away from our mortal minds. Some things you MUST be made aware of. Last night was a fabulous experience and now excuse me as I ramble for a bit. See, most times I avoid making plans, even loosely, because once I have a set course in mind I become very hard nosed about it and can, at times, become quite perturbed if the plan doesn't work out the way I envision it in my mind. Even small deviations will put me in an ill mood, this is something I don't really understand, but I consider it a character point and let it be.
As some of you will know, if you read previous posts, I had very much wanted to go to the midnight screening of Fear and Loathing at the Inwood last night. I was being bold on many levels, not really knowing if I would have the endurance or facility to encourage and endure such an endeavor. This is partly why I blogged about it. I felt I could get it out of my system and could move on, not being in the least bit upset when I found myself just sitting at home as is typical. Well, the bunn, who shall here after be known as the Great Enabler, came through for me and volunteered herself body and soul to my wacky ideas of a night out.
Let me tell you friends and filthy readers, it was a red letter night…whatever the fuck that means, if anything. The night went off exactly as I had foreseen it in my head and all plans made were executed with ninja like efficiency. Bunn and I had exchange emails to iron out some of the details and I'll admit some initial deep lying skepticism about the probability of circumstance. That's the way it is sometimes.
There were margaritas in copious, over indulgent amounts. There was a flask filled with numinous beverage, Tuaca (the apprehension of which is somewhat a story on its own). There was a viewing of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas at the much ballyhooed Inwood Theater. It was wonderful. I had never been to that venue before and it only disappointed in that the tickets were simply receipts, of the sort you would get from the bloody grocery store. This is a niggly bit I'm sure, but it does detract somewhat from the authentic experience of going to a historic theater well known for its indie films. INDIE theater people! Is it too much to ask for the a real goddamned ticket!?!
So yes, there you have it. A most delightful time beyond expectation, and some very heart felt demonstrations of gratitude to Trin and X2 for enduring our obnoxious drunk dials. Oh, and thanks again to Trin, who convinced me through verbal assault that smoking is bad. I was quite put out initially, but now I am quite grateful to her for that service.
In other news, I got my oil changed…finally, and avoided those "recommended" maintenance things that they oil changers always throw at you as you sit patiently. These offerings always make suspicious.
I think the rest of the day shall be devoted to staying inside, the AC down around 60 and WoW flickering across my screen as the cat purrs, fangoriously, in my lap.
This looks exciting. Hockey! HOCKEY, PEOPLE!! Free Hockey, it would be even better if there were free beer and/or dancing girls...mmmm...dancing girls.
Anyway, this looks like it could be an interesting shindig. I now ponder how best to get from place of employment to the dreaded AA center after work. Maybe I could take off early, that would pwn!
There is...I hear tell...a midnight showing of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas tonight at the Inwood Theater. My real questions is this: are there any of you out there sick or depraved enough to venture forth with me on this most noble of quests? There is serious concern that a FLASK will be mandatory equipment for survival and enjoyment. Thoughts? Comments? Queries?
Raoul Duke: We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like:Raoul Duke: I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.
Raoul Duke: Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full with what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming:
Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus. What are these goddamn animals?
Dr. Gonzo: Did you say something?
Raoul Duke: Hm? Never mind. It's your turn to drive.
Raoul Duke: No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.
Done...laptops distributed to first year students. Went surprisingly well. If the lil dicksmacks could read the bloomin' instructions it would have gone even better. Must make instructions FAR more obvious next year.
Very tired. Now lots of work orders to catch up on. I'm thrilled. I shall put off till tomorrow what I am too fucking fatigued to do in this final remaining hour of the buisness day.
Will go see movie with the bunn tonight. I look forward to consuming vodka at that place next to the thing that operates the projectors. We shall watch Broken Flowers, with Bill Murray. I am excited...
Me: Is today Thursday?
Jon: Yes...no, wait yes!
Me: Wait, I'll check...
Jon: I think it is...
Me: (checking Windows calendar) Yes, it is indeed Thursday!
Yes, Filthy Readers, it has been that kind of week...
Uh huh-huh...huh-huh, uh huh-huh
I am saddened. This week can get no worse.
Very tired. Fatigued. I only slept about 4 hours Sunday night, but woke up fresh and energetic, indeed I did my cardio in the morning and my weights in the evening yesterday. Foolishly I thought I could fudge on bed time again last night and it has been much to my chagrin that this decision was made.
Work is busy, must stay late for indeterminate period of time. Must make ready laptops for first year students. Pity me.
Ah, some things you must be made aware of:
Walken 2008, I don't know if this is real, but I know who I'm voting for.
For those who have been there...well, you've been here.
And for the love of god and all that is just and good in our world DO NOT click here.
It was quite the get together and you ALL should have really been there. Trin and I started a nekkid dance party outside the Auction House in Iron Forge this very night and what a crowd we did arouse. There was much dancing and prevaricating about, almost lascivious capering one might say, and there was most definitely hoot and whole lot of nanny. I'm only disappointed in that I didn't have the where-to-all to make screen shots of the event. But if I had I'm sure there are those of you who would not approve and so it is probably best that you, my filthy readers, only have hazy mental pictures of this night's goings ons.
Suffice it to say that the game has its peak moments at such place and time for which its original propagators did not originally intend, but alludes themselves to those of us with more debase imagination. It IS at these times that the game takes on a more surreal influence and you suddenly find yourself happily incognizant of the fact that you are paying a monthly fee to dance your toon nekkid for the wide world of WoW riff-raff to view while you chortle and giggle yourself neigh on to death. These are the times we live for and the times, that on our death bed, we will lament for having wasted precious moments of our life…if you catch my meaning.
Ah this has been quite a morning! I woke up as leisurely as one can around 5:20 AM and got my 30 minutes of cardio in and then hit the store to restock on eggs for breakfast. And it is on the topic of eggs that I have a question. I buy the extra-large eggs and on the carton there is a most curious caption: "Husband Pleasers". Does anyone have any idea what that means and where the phrase came from?
So I make my appointment with the apartment people at 10:00 and the lovely Kylie takes me down to look at a new place. I was quite smitten by both the apartment and her ass, the kind of ass only a dancer can have, so I now have a hold a new apartment. I'm staying with the same property group. The new hovel will be smaller, and more importantly cheaper, but also closer to work which will make travel by bus much more favorable.
It feels nice to have resolved some things on the "to do" list, and while there is still plenty of stuff for me to do I can at least bask in the glow of accomplishment for a little while.
Good weekend to you all, filthy readers.
coworker #1: ...well since the doctor gave me those shots...
coworker #2: ...hmmmm, maybe I should do that...
coworker #1: ...I'm sure they were steroids, because ever since I've had the urge to go out and play baseball.
New Windows updates have been released. If you have not run Windows Update in some time I highly recommend that you do so.
Joo don't want teh H4X00R2 0r 1337 d00d2 pwn!ng joo, no you don't want that.
The four pronged, razor tipped lure of World of Warcraft has reinserted itself into my mouth and now having taken the bait I flail flapping in delightful torment. Having started new characters on a new server, again, I now see the future clearly, and it is this: Trinity and me perpetually doing the "noob" quests until Kingdom come, hitting level 20 and then deciding to find some new avenue of adventure.
I do find some hope in that I am conciously making more effort to "socialize" with the cretins and numbskulls that frequent the realm. This is a painful endeavor and oft times leaves me feeling queasy, but I think in the long run the chaff shall be seperated and some...umm, cream...will float to the top. So far I really am encouraged as we've found a large, seemingly friendly guild, and I feel confident that the game will become more fully realized through these efforts.
And in the vein of being more social and harnessing the potential of the game: "Meet and Greet"
I had just stumbled back to the couch after showering off the sweaty grime accumulated from my morning cardio routine when I turned on the TV to see live coverage of the Shuttle Discovery returning to Earth. I've never really watched one of these events on "live" television, but I found myself strangely captivated as Charlie Gibson and a host of others went over the reentry procedure ad-nausem. I couldn't turn away and waited with baited breath as the whole ordeal unfolded. Never before in my conscious mind had I considered how extremely dangerous and complicated are those procedures that at that very moment were being conducted somewhere overhead.
It was tense, and oddly emotional, when at last the small shape of the shuttle appeared, watching the glowing blip grow, its form slowly taking shape as it hurtled toward the ground. My eyes were glued to the screen as it went through the banking maneuver that was required to align the craft with the runway and there was an inaudible gasp as I pondered how intense it must be to pilot that huge crate without power thru a 183(?) degree turn. I then deigned to believe that all would end well as the cameras followed its approach and seeing the detail of the ship pop out as it got closer and realizing that they were almost home safe. The whole time I kept thinking, "Oh God, I hope they remember the landing gear!" and I was very relieved to see that the gear was down as it hit that tarmac. Again, strangely compelling and emotional as the gear touched down, the chutes deployed and then after some length it finally stopped and I knew for certain they were back safe.
*Phew* It was a lot to deal with so early in the morning.
So it ended around, um 1ish, I woke up at 7 this evening and am struggling to quantify my existance.
It's not even noon yet and I've been awake for all this time. Out in the sun talkin' to the neighbors, what the fuck is wrong with me?
I'm on auto pilot now, maybe need a nap.
The neighbors are all like, "Have you been drinking?" and I'm like, "fuck yeah!".
It's cool.
If you don't hear from for a few days...avenge my death!
I've never done it before, but I now hightly recommend it. If you have never experienced your waking morning world under the debasement of tequilla...well, you should. It *is* a magical and mysterious world.
Oh how it is a magical and mysterous world. Never shouild it be missed!
For those of you keeping up: it is now 9:44 and I'm listening the White Stipes
What can I listen to, of my illegally downloaded mp3's, that will last me all goddamnedbloody day. You know, because it interesting to watch the world out of your fucking window.
Meh, maybe it's just me.
It is weird to watch the world come alive when you've been intaking alcohol all night...errr..day...err...hours? Word.
Because you think the people that get up at 8:40 are early birds, but how little do they know. Stupid dog people, there were dog folk up at 6ish. Fuckers. It is a wonderful world.
I do hope I waking someone up at this point. Bugger.
It is now 8:28 in the morning and I've been intaking tequilla at a steady pace. The next songs up will be:
Cake: Satan is my Motor (how appropriate)
They Might Be Gians: Experimental FIlm
Beatles: Yesterday
They Might Be Giants: Birdhouse in YOUR Soul
God forgive me, what has come over me I'll never know. Oh yeah, tequila
You know, I'm starting to think.
Yeah, pretty sure I lost a lot of you with that last statement. BUT, I was considering the possibility that there are things out there where they pay you monies to keep blogging past all endurance so as to benefit the charities. I'm thinking that I could probably be down with that….fuck yeah!
I find that…exhilarating…that some may benefit from my wanton destruction and degradation of my own life. How sweet is that? Who couldn't be behind such a scheme? Of course that does sort of beg the question that we can only save the future generation trough the voluntary destruction of the current stewards.
Do you ever feel that if there were enough carcinogens in your life that you could achieve absolute nirvana? You have to be thinking…when does the fucking convenience store open? I know I find myself pondering such wicked happenstance.
Currently listening to: Cake: Alpha Beta Parkinglot
Fuck every single goddamned one of you…
Nina Simone: Falling In Love Again
Fuck all of you and mix it steady with gin
Thank you for reading
Somewhere between the cries of lamentation (ok who of us hasn't been dying to use lamentation in a sentence) and the throws of disorder I'm still functioning. I am now plotting actively how to get more smokes before consciousness takes me as its bitch.
Fucking consciousness. I will blog in death, you will never be rid of me!!! HARRRRRRRRRRR!!
UPDATE 7:41: is this how blog-a-thon's work? If so...I'm am SO there. Fuck yeah!
I'M DRINKING VODKA AT BLOODY 7 IN THE MORNING
oh i'm sorry, it's tequilla...so fucking sue me...this is Texas afterall...
UPDATE 7:23AM: So how long can tequilla sustain life? An interetsting questions, I'm sure you are all dying to know.
That you all can see this,
My filthy readers...
I can see it and I can feel it
Every word in every foreign tongue
I don't understand it
But it's revolving around me
In a turbulent maelstrom
There's nothing left to see
Just those things we covet
The artifacts that I loved
You took with you to keep
You should know how much
That I fought to love you
Against the battlements of myself
And I lost that fight, that struggle
What a little bit I turned out to be
Not being able to master your needs
Incapable of holding your mass
As you twisted and you turned
I failed you with substantial flair
So you could run into your own life
And leave me to flounder in my own morass
Thusly could I see my own demise.
I'm killing myself slowly without you
Not knowing how to fulfill you
Never a nerve to caress you
Or hold you in your time of need
I can see it and I can feel it
Every word in every foreign tongue
I don't understand it
But it's revolving around me
In a turbulent maelstrom
You would if you could
And you know you want to
But you probably shouldn't...
So at what point do you stop saying good night
And start saying good morning?
At what point do you stop making the excuses
And starting living right?
When do you let all these things pass away
And start resurrecting the past?
Where is the place that it all seeps into the drains
And you play the game by the rules?
I've savored none of these tastes,
But I know all the flavors by call.
I've harbored all of your thoughts
But never seen them in my heart.
So when are you going to leave me alone
And stop dominating my mind?
What word do you need to leave me alone
And I can live a life I made myself?
What world will we live in when the sun shines
And I can feel it on my own flesh?
Where do I let my soul fly in the sky fully free
And there is not land to touch?
I can't take your lies much longer
Arrow and slings from your menagerie
Are keeping me pinned to my cushion
A heaping pile of broken promises.
When do you stop taking pills for the pain
And accept the headache?
Where do the safeguards fail us
And lead us to our doom?
How does the soothing relief of doom leave us
And faith's love comfort?
Are our pleasure points are stroking our cock
And are we just humming along?
Plenty of them are dying before us
Why can't I feel their death?
Shouldn't there be a pinch of the real
To make us all realize the truth?
So at what point do you stop saying good night
And start saying good morning?
At what point do you stop making the excuses
And starting living right?
When do you let all these things pass away
And start resurrecting the past?
Where is the place that it all seeps into the drains
And you play the game by the rules?
Wow, it's already Friday. This week speed up and began fluxing it's capacitor at some point on Wednesday and that's odd because on Tuesday it seemed like everything was dragging. Bending of the space-time continuum aside it's been a light week and that has been a much-welcomed transition.
There was role playing on Wednesday and that all played out well. We seem to have a good small group of four players and so far every session has included baked goods of some kind thanks to our Philosophy major/1337 Baker Gamemaster.
I haven't talked much about fitness lately. I've continued to be in a bit of stasis as far as that is concerned and I've been bouncing back and forth a bit. About a month ago I developed some pain in my shoulders, particularly the right, so I've eliminated the weight lifting and stuck to a daily 30min cardio regime over the last two weeks. I was pleased to see the scale sit solidly at 208 when I impulsively decided to weigh myself, and the new fat pinchy thing is regularly reporting about 19-21%, which I like. The scale still says 24 or so, but I've never trusted it. The plan, as of RIGHT now, is to reinstitute some light lifting next week along with the every day cardio. It's a lot of work to be doubling up gym time, but I pulled it off for a week last month and I think it's doable.
I no longer have an excuse not to get the dishes clean. The maintenance guys came by and finally cleared the kitchen plumbing, so the water flows freely again. Ugh, still have a lot to do and take care of, but having this maintenance issue out of the way is sort of a sorbet for my anxious mind and I feel like I should be able to focus again.
The Internets are indeed a dangerous and fell place, filled with many dark, unwholesome secrets. A place where the deep recesses of the most depraved mind can suddenly find audience and, God help us, find others bent in the same fashion. So not only can they exchange tips and ideas, but they can commune with an eye towards propagation.
I sometimes feel that the whole establishment of our society should be pulled down and laid waist with intense purifying fire, and never more so as when I discover things of this nature.
There is a now a great magnetic, impelling force of fear and loathing that now sits defiantly lodged in my gut. It was brought about by a vision I had of a tortured and decimated future. In the vision I see myself opening a trusty RSS browser, I notice the calendar reads 2055. I see myself browse the channels and as I reach "This Day in History" I see listed: 2005 – Ikea store in Frisco, TX held its grand opening.
I don't know why this bugs the piss right out of me. But it does filthy readers, IT DOES!
Oh dear filthy readers, something has happend today that has not happened in many moons. Trinity and I talked about HOCKEY!!! We discussed the ins and outs of the Stars signing Modano, we threw links back and forth to each other. A single tear of joy trickled down my cheek. Hockey is coming! Really and truely!! This is the first moment that I have forotten my cynicism and bitterness at the lost season and I freely admit that I am "all atwitter" and eagerly awaiting what is to come.
Oh, and the new best site EVER! Dallas Stars Blog
GO STARS!!!!
It was a good weekend, depending on how you approach it. I've been told that there is no such thing as failure, only results. So there were results of actions and I'll move on now to try to make the best out what I've discovered. I know I'm being elusive, but that's the only way I can think of to make an otherwise dull life seem more mysterious and exciting.
Not everything that I wanted to happen this week happened, but I don't really fault myself for that, namely because I put out the effort and those for whom it was aimed failed to respond. This is in reference to my attempt to open negotiations with the apartment management, which seems to have become an elusive multi-headed hydra type entity. I have needs of which only they can satiate, but I'm at a bit of a loss as to which head to cut off first. I plan on attempting more lacerations this week, hope for me that it all comes to some good.
As an attempted remedy I have taken a step backwards to play Warcraft III: Reign of Chaos, the real-time strategy game that sets up the world of WoW. I am hoping that once I finish that game I will be once more enthused to log in and resume my MMORPG ways. I'm not sure this ploy will work, I find myself lately wanting to pursue other things or at least contemplate pursing other things. I'm having trouble justifying the notion of spending most of my free time immersed in the game. There are just too many nagging voices in my head telling me I should be doing something more constructive, but then I typically end up watching hours of porn.
Thus you see there are many weighty decisions to be made.
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Also in related WoW fandom, Leeroy Jenkins continues to inspire.