Sad World...

I looked at my blog yesterday, just to see where I had left it since I hadn’t updated in a little over a month, and I was surprised to see a comment under my last post. A comment, someone had left something to say about my page. It hadn’t happened before and the small thrill of seeing that tiny 1 next to ‘comments’ made my fingers itched. So I clicked on the link and nothing…the blogger site was down. This morning I tried again and this time the linked worked. I started to read the comment, something like…I think your site is cool…nice so far…check this website out…What? Why would I want to do that…but since I am a total moron, I followed the link to some dating service.

Spam strikes again.

Assholes.

Great News Article on NYT

This is a quick note. But I came across this wonderful article on the NYT, via on wowvault.com. It is wonderful. To read you will need to register at the site, but it is free.

Happy reading!

http://www.nytimes.com/2005/08/06/sports/06game.html?

Birds are angry with me...I got the worms

It is late. 5:49AM. Just finished another round of WoW. This time with Risana. Poor girl felt all neglected and alone.

Yet, here I am typing away on the keyboard, feeling the itching of sleep's fingers behind my eyes. The ache and dryness of the skin.

Saw the first three episodes of Firefly today. It seems like a good show. A little weak with the characters at the moment. Especially the captain. While I can see where they are going with him, he has moment that I am not where were they are taking him. Like his relationship with the Paid Companion. One minute he calls her a whore, the next he tells her to stay in the ship. I just wonder what is the status of their relationship for him to feel the need to insult her, regardless of her job and yet still feel concern?

There is a movie coming out, based on the ill-fated series. I want to see it. Now that Sci-Fi is running the episodes, I can understand the storyline for the movie.

Well this one is going to short...and not very witty. Sleep deprivation is a bitch for clever banter. So Good Night (or Morning)...see you later.

On a more serious note...(or how I wish I was a monkey)

Being an adult sucks.

There are moments of joy, granted. Most of the time, I thoroughly enjoy the freedom of living on my own, having a relationship and now understanding all the jokes in Disney movies. The knowledge of the world is a wonderful thing. However, what is not so wonderful is debt. Why, oh, why did the world see fit to create the concept of credit cards.

10 years.

10 years of struggle and barely making payments or not being able to make them at all and I am now done. Well done with a side of ketchup.

I used to think I could handle it, but as time has continued to expand away from me, I have noticed I have no concept of money or a budget

Hence, today.
Today I decided to screw it and get help.
I called an agency to help me consolidate my cards and pay them off. If I never see a credit card again, it will be too soon. The plastic makes my skin blister. They repulse me. This feeling of inadequately and shame has hounded me for years. Seeing all my friends move forward to their new stages of life and I still can't even get to the show.

It is pathetic and it hurts. Bad.

These are the moments I wish I were a monkey. I took an anthropology course last spring and we watched a movie about monkeys on an island that had been converted to a sanctuary. Watching them swing from branches, giving each other hugs, cleaning them and even snubbing them was amazing. There were a bunch of monkeys with a complex hierarchy, strong family ties and intelligence. They swung from trees, had sex, tried to impress the head monkey, then die. No house to maintain, no bills, no credit cards.

What are we doing to ourselves? Why are we creating modes of anxiety and frustrations which are not even part of our makeup? Why can’t we be like the monkeys?
I don’t know, but I wish I did.

Here is Beldandy!

Well here she is! More screen shots of the game will be uploaded as soon as I am able to figure out how to edit them on our server.

Beldandy on the move...

Well I have hit 32 and made my first semi run through Gnome.
Not Nice!

I now know why no one ever wants to do it. It is royally hard and long. Besides that, I finally have my own account. However, Bel is going to have to stay on own old account. =(

WoW in the Comics

Fox Trot features WoW…

Thank God for the internet. My cousin forwarded me the above strip.

Upon further investigation. It seem Fox Trot has been running for almost two weeks with a WoW story line. It is hilarious! I would highly recommend! Go to http://www.ucomics.com/foxtrot/2005/08/01/ and you can see previous posts in the series. How true it is!

On other WoW news…still 31, haven’t done gnome and a little bitter about it.

House status-Still a mess.

On a good note, I was able to sleep for 12 hours last night…this after I stayed up until 6:30 am that morning playing.

So how was your weekend???

Did I clean the house----NO.

Did I fix my office----NO

Did I start writing the great American novel---NO

So what did I do this weekend…Well…I played WOW!!!

I was finally able to get on with Bel for more than an hour in a couple of weeks. Luis has been holding our main account hostage for days now, and I was finally able to pay the ransom. Well, really real world called and forced his butt in the chair to finish his homework. I was able to level to 31 last night which is really nice. Now if only I could do Gnome…that would really make my log a lot lighter.

Oh the sad state of my world…to be concerned with the status of a fictional, virtual woman logged into a digital world. It is a pathetic.

Yet, even as pathetic as I see it to be, I can now say I understand the attraction to games like WoW.

I once thought comments about Everquest to be an exaggeration. One time I heard it said you only gave the game to someone you never wanted to see again. This meaning of course, as soon as the person started to play they would never leave. The fixation of an alternate world and our ability of create alternate, powerful egos within them is intoxicating. There is an element of addiction within this game. It is the same attraction which can be attributed to to any fan of a specific TV show, movie, book, etc. Think about it…if you in ‘real’ life are tall, skinny, slob with a face full of acne and buck teeth…in WoW you can be a handsome nightelf with bugling muscles. If the ‘real’ world you are a fat, middle aged, single male with no respect from anyone, but in WoW you have one of the highest ranking Paladin’s with an epic mount, then it wouldn't matter.

Why? Beacause in WoW you are respected.

In WoW, you exist.

I think that is the root of the matter. The feeling of existence and life. Evidence you are real, moving and changing part of the bigger picture.

Even if that picture is made up of pixels.

The deep breath before the plunge...

Alright...got the supplies in order...got the gloves...got the mop...time to ATTACK! The use of the work Attack is not far from the truth. I am messy...very, very messy and my office reflects that. After months of studying, working and becoming obsessed with WOW, I haven't done much work in my office. But those things are being placed in their correct order and now it is time to revisit my favorite hunting grounds. Let’s hope my pass is still good.

One more for the road, Sam...

Alright, mystery ladies and Gents. I have once again graced the hollowed halls of the cyber world to leave my stinking stamp. Well...more like, I am going to be the only one reading this, so might was well making amusing for myself! This is the first chapter of, I hope, a very long and overly complicated novel.
Hee, hee...
If anyone does stumble down this far, then here is a drink on me!!! You deserve it. Probably are covered with wet bruises from slamming down the dark stairs.


'k, now that that is out of the way, the point of this little adventure it to create a sort of progress note of my writing career . Anyway, I found all these cute little meters and books and pens and paper and ideas and characters and words...well you get the idea...I am a pack rat/anal retentive/clueless freak.

Oh well...
Lets get those knuckles cracking!