Level 65. Physics tomorrow. Ran through 3 instances today. Grunt.
I made a funny. You see, when I typed ‘Wow’, I was actually referring to the game “World of Warcraft,” that, when abbreviated, makes ‘WoW,’ which, when perceived in freecase, could translate to Wow. This is a funny because I’m going to talk about WoW! Hurray! I know I’m always ranting about story, but if I immersed myself always in good story, well then I wouldn’t get as much satisfaction out of life. You must starve yourself from what you truly desire.
And as long as I’m starving myself from story for a while, I might as well be entertained. So far, WoW is the only game to-date that I find enjoyable to play after so many hours of playing it. Seriously, Wow. Others should join. Seriously. But, if anyone is going to do anything that I suggest, watch Battlestar Galactica.
Just typing those two words makes my heart ACHE. It’s aching because I know that it won’t be until FREAKING SEPTEMBER until I get to see any more of it. It makes me want to just hibernate through the summer just to get to it. But I can’t hibernate because I’m not a bear. I just can’t “BEAR” to wait! But, seriously folks, I like WoW. I’m playing a druid, and I’m level 62. I need to level up.
Seriously.
Seriously. Watch BSG. So that YOUR heart may ache as well! MUAHAHAHA.
Anyway, I like WoW for many reasons. It’s got a seriously good community. Hardly any game can claim that. Counterstrike? Yeah right. Final Fantasy XI? “”Sorry! I am not in speaking of English!” That’s not very fun. Lone RPs don’t provide the sort of comradeship that an MMORPG does, and just going online to ‘chat’ isn’t fun enough. Ok, sure, you’ll get the odd dorky dweep who’s all like WOOH, I’VE GOT NO SOCIAL SKILLS… But that doesn’t happen very ofter, especially when you’re in a good guild. Then you deal with your guildmates, who are usually just like you. Oh, and we have this one guild member… she’s like a 45 year old mother. She’s all like, “Sorry, guys, I can’t run Karazan tonight. I’ve gotta pick up my kids from school,” in her wicked southern accent. Old woman gamers are hot. Seriously. (More like NOT, am I right? lawl)
World of Warcraft also offers good depth to the game play. Sure you can mash your abilities hoping to kill the enemy, but you really have to know the subtleties of your class if you want to be productive. Things like that make it interesting to play, and also rewarding to play for a long time.
And then, WoW is, like, the ONLY MMORPG where soloing is an option. Try pulling that off in FFXI, or EQ, or EQII, or RO, or Rose. Or any other MMO. Even though I am playing an MMORPG for the multiplayer action, sometimes it is fun just to fight alone. Grouping is really just for hard quests and dungeons.
SPEAKING OF WHICH! There are actually DUNGEONS in this game. Like, “go from room to room killing everything until you get to the boss and kill him” type place. That is so awesome! AWESOME.
All in all, I really like WoW. And I will probably be playing it all the way throughout summer. Until school and BSG start up again.
Seriously, play Wow.
Seriously.
Watch BSG.
Seriously
LYRICS:
When ink and pen in hands of men
Inscribe your form, bipedal P
They draw an altar on which
God has slaughtered all stability
No eyes could ever soak in all the places you anoint
And yet to see you all at once we only need the point
Flirting with infinity, your geometric progeny
That fit inside you oh so tight
With triangles that feel so right(3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841 9716939937510582097494459)
Your ever-constant homily says flaw is discipline
The patron saint of imperfection frees us from our sin
And if our transcendental lift shall find a final floor
Then Man will know the death of God where wonder was beforeYeah, I know this Pi @#%$ backwards and forwards
Check it outI did three chicks then I pointed at the door
A girl entered in so that made it four
I snapped one time in came another five
Add ‘em all up and that makes nine
The average age 26.5
Now that’s what I call gettin’ some pi
Five of the chicks wore 6-inch heels
Two of the nine squealed like seals
514 was the area code
Quebec, Canada my winter abode
And my 1.3 million dollar chalet
Pi backwards, pi forwards, all night and all day3. 1415926535897932384626433832795028841971 6939937510582097494459230781640628620899 86280348253421170679
8214808651328230664709384460955058223172 5359408128481117450284502(fade out)
So, if 300 had a cast of Pokemon, how much cooler would it be? If you said it would be infinitely times cooler, then you don’t realize that infinity is a mathemtical theory and not a constant, so it cannot be used as a common number like 3 or e or pi.
If, on the otherhand, you said it would be log(10)/|sin(e^x)| then you’d get this:
Tonight… WE DINE IN HELL! (with Pokemon)
Tonight’s theme is ‘Going Stale’.
You know which ‘funny’ person in Hollywood that, to me, is going stale. Will Ferrell. I don’t like him and I’ve never liked him. I kind of tolerated him before, but now I couldn’t even stomach one of his movies. Elf. Anchorman. Old School. Talladega Nights. Blades of Glory. Not one of these movies is remotely entertaining to me. Not even remotely. I liked him in Zoolander… and in Austin Powers. Lol. Mustafa. I also can’t stand Jack Black. But I digress.
You know what else is going stale? Television. Though, I guess it’s not going stale, but it’s just seemingly staler and staler every day. After just 30 minutes watching the T.V., I’m bored out of my freaking gourde. It sucks the energy out of me, turning me into this hideous lethargic monster. The weird part is, however, that after I watch one show, I’m irresistibly drawn to the next, sucking up my entire evening. That is why, right here, right now, I am making a pack.
ABSOLUTELY NO T.V. THIS SUMMER.
That’s right.
I went there.
When I say no T.V., I mean no watching the television. That doesn’t mean I can’t pop in my Corner Gas and watch that. Nor does it mean that I can’t download season 3 of House and finally stop being confused. Once summer is over, however, Battlestar Galactica begins, and OHEMGEE sudenly I can’ty type im so freakin exicited
I’ll get this much out: I love (That’s right LOVE, LOVE LOVE LOVE) Battlestar Galactica. Anyone who doesn’t watch it is living only a half-life.
Now you, my dedicated readers, are probably curious as to the amount of posting of my thoughts and rantings as of late. Before it was one-a-day, and now it’s barely ever at all. There is a simple and good reason for this, and that is that I don’t want another lame blog that is just about me complaining about my life. “Whaa, my life is sooo hard… WHAAA WHAAA.”
Well, I can’t do that. My life ISN’T hard. None of us have hard lives. We live in the freakin’ best place in the entire world, considering our location, our means, our lifestyles, our freedoms, our… everything. How incredibly petty of me would it be if all I had to say was meaningless quips about my own life.
And that doesn’t make for good writing. What people want to hear is interesting, thought provoking monologue. People want to read things that will get them thinking. Especially, I don’t want things that make people thing that I’m a stupid whiny baby who thinks that the world is out to get me and that everything is just so darned-tootin’ hard. That and it is difficult to come up with things that are so interesting to read.
Well, secrets out, life isn’t hard. Do you come from a home with a “complicated situation?” I do too! Are you in school, constantly worried about your marks and what your parents will think of said marks? I do too! And you don’t hear me complaining. Very often. If work is bogging you down, get over it. If school is draining your lifeforce, tough it out. If family/friends make living near impossible, deal with it. If you do think of these things as milestones, then maybe you should look at yourself and what you have become. Why do these life-qualms bother you so much? It doesn’t change or get any easier. It always gets harder.
Fourth Year in University is, by all means, more difficult then any other year. And YET, people do worse on second year. That’s because the people in third and fourth year are so desensitized and dejected from the nastisity of school that they can push past it. It not like the shooling is getting easier.
Life is hard if you make it hard. Quit whining and sit straight, and you’ll do fine.
This clip is from Corner Gas Season 4. It’s one of my favourite episodes/scenes. Just FYI, this scene is on MY account on YouTube. That’s right. I uploaded it.
I heart Corner Gas.
Why is George Shrinks so small? Does he have dwarfism? Why is he not the study of hundreds of scientists, all of which who are baffled about how he is still alive with such an extreme case of dwarfism? I was watching that show today – don’t ask why – and in the episode, he grows to normal-size and his father shrinks to his size. After a hilarious calamity of the pair of them cleaning the house, George returns to his normal size, relieved that he may now return to his normal state of affairs when every task is an excursion and you fear to leave the house less a strong wind carry you to your death. I bet you George Shrinks doesn’t live to 10 years old. Not like a funeral would be expensive. Such a tiny casket. Or they could just flush him down the toilet.
If/When I have my many beautiful children, television will not be accessible to them. It’s a deadly scourge. What does George Shrinks teach our children? ‘Freaks get things done, too!’ I think that if they don’t know that lesson, then you should do the ol’ catch-and-release on your dumb kid. Try again. Is it suppose to teach our kids that if you are different, you’ll probably have some sort of machine to help you out, like George’s Zooper? We don’t all get Zoopers for our shorthandedness, so why should he? That’s just lazy.
If I was George, and I thank GOD everyday that I’m not, I would be on a non-stop quest to find how to cure my lack of growth. Certainly his BRAIN isn’t lacking anything, cause he’s the smartest one in the neighbourhood.
P.S. If you are wondering why I am so knowledgeable on the George Shrinks issue, then you should watch more TV.
Several qualms this post.
My regular 4-hours-a-week has been turned into a SHOCKING 16 hours. Stupid Lianne decided to quit without notice, so now there is only four of us in the Deli, including me. My regularly scheduled ‘Hang with my awesome and fun aunt, Jacquie, and work little over Easter,’ has been destroyed and replaced with ‘Smash your face in work-a-thon all weekend. No one likes work-a-thons. Unless you are some sort of cyborg that feeds off of the suffering and the work of yourself and others. But that’s just scary to think about.
Secondly, not so much of a qualm as it is an unrequited jubilation, but I found my keys! I FOUND MY FREAKIN’ KEYS WOOOH! No more crawling in through the window cause no one’s home deal. I just stumbled upon them out of no where, underneath the couch that’s off to the side in our basement. I’m… just so relieved. I thought I was going to be key-less forever. But WOOOH.
So, as I mentioned previous, my super-awesome-make-you-smile-cause-she’s-around-happy-go-lucky aunt is coming to town for Easter weekend. But will Tyler enjoy my… *shifty eyes to make sure no relative of mine is watching* enjoy my FAVOURITE aunt’s company?? Of course not. Oh well. ’tis but another bump on the roller coaster of life.
For all of those who are keeping score, that’s The Roller Coaster of Life: 1, Tyler: 0, and the Couch off to the Side of the Basement: 1.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
I love this show!! Corner Gas RULES.
