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Heff, Entropy's Agent of Destruction
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| How to invalidate your review |
[31 Oct 2009|05:17pm] |
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So, me n K like the halloween events. she's all enthusiastic about it, and after last year, Im hooked.
so Im reading about a place we're going to tonight, looking for info about whether or not they do food, and I find this bitchin review.
My 3rd year here and it only gets worse. Seems like they pull no punches when it comes to old standbys. I have seen enough of the Hearse,Chainsaws and RopeBridge.One room featured the only way out squeezing through a old refigerator,which was identical to last year and not very scary. This profit based haunt has become nothing but predictable. The same delapitated shacks strewn through a muddy woods populated with country bumpkins who feel hootin and hollerin is a good scare. There are enough bumps and bangs to make you jump but nothing too scary. The props and scenes appear unfinished and rushed. The actors are very off-cue and most half costumed and out of character. As we walked from shack to shack there were masked people just standing around warming themselves by the bonfires or talking to one another. One scene in a tent had a Real Coffin but no action,another a false truck cab was very unoriginal as well as the trailer with Santa Clause which lacked in both Class and a Scare. Seemed more like a Day After Christmas sale at WalMart in which I'm sure most of the props originated. If you enjoy good old fashioned country fun this may be the haunt for you. The woods is Creepy in itself. The wait was not very long but I do not feel it is worth the asking price for it does not take long to walk through. SummaryPricey for the amount of scares. Predictable scenes. Lack of originality with the exception of one scene I found disturbing. The room was lit by candles and birthday music was playing and it was all done up like a kids birthday party. I thought this is not normal! All I saw was zombie children seated at the table until we looked for a exit and were greeted by a creepy little clown asking if we came for the party. Another clown knew my name and squirted us with party strings and laughed a evil laugh. It was original,unexpected and freaked us out,Clowns throwing a birthday party in a abandoned shack in the woods and evidence of prior lured victims. Enough to make the wheels of my mind spin. This could really happen! VERY ORIGINAL. I'd go back next year for that,but the rest needs work.
THIS COULD REALLY HAPPEN 2/5!
wtf.
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[25 Oct 2009|02:34am] |
Writers Block
If a friend or relative makes a racist or homophobic remark, do you tend to confront them or let it slide? Are you more likely to confront them if it offends you directly or someone else who seems reluctant to speak up?
response:
Dear Writers block : stay the fuck off my facebook page.
having highschool friends out themselves and new ardent BNP supporters is depressing on two fronts
1. that you were friends with the person
2. that you were stupid enough to expect better.
Seriously, whats with people that peaked in high school? how can you mentally, emotionally, just shut off and stop growing and become a vapid little hole for whatever rupert murdoch tells you to think? I dont get it.
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| Cause and effect. |
[18 Oct 2009|01:49am] |
Fun times in wow.
This isnt really about wow, its more about how I dont like someone in my guild, and an altercation with a third party.
If you imagine Its on b.com, you'd enjoy the story, so shut it.
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So, in our guild, there are basically two MT's. Its a role with a lot of responsibility. you fuck up, people wipe, it costs them monies to repair. basically; if you're crap at it, you waste a lot of peoples time and effort and everyone will hate you.
I am one of the MT's. the other is the dude I dont like. and I dont like him for a number of reasons : he's bad at his job (never uses interrupts. for wow-fans : he's a warrior tank, so he has like 5 interrupts. half of them should be on rotation anyway (revenge/shockwave...hammerthingie icon)) and the thing that Im sure you can guess is : he acts like the king shit. He talks big talk about his experience on raids (which he never goes on with us, and pugchecker.com says he's never been on, period) and basically acts like his dick eclipses the sun.
So yeah. the same reason I disliked guys on b.com : all talk, no substance.
There's a girl in our guild (in fact, there are many). he's sweet on this chick. or they are dating, or married, or whatever. I dont keep track.
So, here;s how it goes down.
There are a bunch of people in guild. someone wants to go to HToC, and so do a few others. we round up a little group and go : as usual, not enough people are in useful roles and 2 dps guys dont get a slot. One of them (the chick) whines that she'll do it "tomorrow, or later, or never, I guess" and basically makes everyone who got to go feel bad that she's not there. Boo fucking hoo.
later on, I form up a group to go do the daily. Im tanking, so I have 4 slots left : one heals, and 3 dps. I ask in guild many times before I leave who wants to come? I try and make an effort to be inclusive and helpful. I get people in slots, the chick says _nothing_. I pick up one dps from outside the guild and we go and get on with it.
as soon as we start she bitches that once again shes been left out. I point out to her that I asked in guild several times and she didnt say anything. she says "it would have been nice to be invited anyway". I inform her, quite nicely, that when I ask and you dont say anything, that taking an attitude with me isnt smart. She then strops offline with this passive aggressive shite;
"well, I guess i'd better button my mouth before I get kicked out of guild, so much I want to say but shouldnt"
Seems pretty clear to me. I type in guild, for everyone to see : "wow. thats a passive aggressive cunt. Feel free to quote me on that"
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Pretty open and shut case, right?
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Then the dude I dont like storms online, cusses me out, calls me a pussy and shithead and a coward and a bully for basically calling this girl a cunt. amidst all of his southern-50s style bravado and bullshit, he comes up with this as his core reason for why I shouldnt say it; "you dont call a woman a cunt"
Now, here's the thing. I dont use the word lightly. you have to like, earn your way there, but Im sorry, Im not going to dance around the subject and not call you a cunt just because you happen to have ovaries. act the cunt, get called a cunt. cause and effect.
this drags on in guild chat for a while, with him doing the usual moron guy stuff. he apologises for calling me bad things and "stooping to my level" I point out that he'd not really sorry for saying bad things about me, and he agrees that he meant every mean thing he said. I call him "son" a couple of times to push his buttons. our guildleader drags us into Officer chat and talks it over with us.
our GM? she's a chick. I tell her the story as I've just told it to you. we cut across the point that I called her a cunt when she wasnt online anymore. I make it very clear that if its wrong for me to say such things behind her back, I can cheerfully tell her to her face. I calmly tell him many times he wasnt there, whilst he gives me value judgements about how it makes him feel and what he would do in my shoes. he curses at me a lot. I tell him he's not me, he wasnt there, and he needs to be quiet now because he doesnt know what he's talking about anymore.
right now? he's not talking to me anymore, Im tanking my little heart out in heroics all over the place and doing a flawless job. he's not running people anywhere. I also took a slice out of my day and bought some better gear than him, because he thinks gearscore = cocksize.
By the end of enxt week, I guarantee another meltdown.
I love my guild.
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| Odd |
[09 Oct 2009|02:30am] |
Tonight was nice. The raiding was shit, as always. it went on too long, too slow, with too many wipes. excuses were offered "some people are new" but mostly the overall explanation for tonights fail was "Ulduar just doesnt like us tonight".
'k.
the nice part was after the raid, where a healer in our guild is dual speccing to tank. we get to talking. he's an older dude, in his 20s or 30s. He doesnt want to embarass himself and he wants to be good at it. The thing that stood out was, he did this really neat thing that I dont get from many people;
He asked for help, then STFU and listened. There wasnt any "oh yeah, because blahblah -see, I barely need your help, just a pointer-" face saving crap. There wasnt any "lets throw him a curveball" bullshit. He asked questions, I answered, I pointed him in the right direction for stuff, and he listened. It was a really good feeling, and just for half an hour I forgot I was lecturing a dude about how to play a fucking computer game character and actually just enjoyed teaching someone respectful what I know.
and deep down in my shallow little heart, thats what I miss most about b.com. Its not the feeling superior to the near-vegetable masses, or the screaming abuse at people stupid enough to argue with me. It was the being able to take a rarified,detailed set of knowledge, and every now and then, unpack it like a gypsy in a childrens book, dazzling with magical sights.
I miss being right, and being respected for that.
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| Goddammit |
[06 Oct 2009|07:29am] |
TPB is down and Demonoid is down.
I am Irate.
anyone know of a decent torrent site that isnt a bag of dick?
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| blah wow shit |
[28 Sep 2009|02:33pm] |
anyone play a mage? mine is jacked all the fuck up :/
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| hai guys guess wat |
[20 Sep 2009|12:15pm] |
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Machine melted on saturday night. its been dying for a while, and last night, reimaging no longer resurrected the leperous beast. New motherboard and restore disks incoming, ETA 1 week.
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| finally. |
[10 Sep 2009|11:35pm] |
Champion of the frozen wastes.
also, if You're on duskwood, or looking to move servers, and you're a good DPS, please, look me up. Im srs. we have Uber Tanks, and Uber heals, and no fucking good DPS at all.
we'll even take death knights if you can pull over 3k.
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| flotsam |
[05 Sep 2009|11:40pm] |
It is strange that one of the best margheritas of my life consists of Jose Cuervo silver and a cheap bottle of strawberry marg mix that F got at MM.
Yes, Strawberry. I know, right?
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RSI is creeping down my right thumb again.
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I got my second piece of T9 today and still cant get a group for anything higher than Siege of Ulduar.
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My guitar is being mailed to me. considering I learned how to play prettymuch 3 chords incredibly badly before I flew out more than a year ago, its weird how excited I am at the prospect of seeing an instrument I can barely tell ass from elbow on.
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I can taste october when I go outside. Halloween cometh.
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This year I am determined that there will be at least a small fire for Nov 5th, even if I have to drag K to the beach with a bundle of firewood.
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I miss b.com. I miss an audience. I miss having people to write for. I feel like the orateur in me is dying.
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To remedy the above I am considering DMing Dark Heresy games, but the problem lies with this : I dont fucking know anyone in milwaukee. at all. I suck at meeting people. Period.
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I feel like I spend my entire life washing dishes.
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The highlist of yesterday was gummy worms.
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| Additional angry |
[24 Aug 2009|05:51pm] |
being able to gain XP in battlegrounds is the worst idea blizzard have ever had, as proven by 2 dps in my Old kingdom group today, who admitted to me that they hit 80 by farming AV. I told them "it shows" Where does it show, Heff? in the fact that my mage put out twice their dps? COMBINED? maybe in their bullshit gear (whats def? asks the tank, before we kick him and replace him with a 'din) perhaps in them not understanding what threat is, or kill-order marking.
I fucking hate PVPers.
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| Raid news, and a 40k ramble. |
[21 Aug 2009|11:29pm] |
( Wow shit behind the cut )Jorm raised the ugly spectre of WH40K in my mind again today and I find myself groping around online looking for a hardcover version of the original Rogue Trader rulebook. (Note, if you love me, and you get me one, I will put out/buy candy/beer/kill someone for you.) The thing thats weird about WH40K is I loved it when I was a kid, and most of my passions from that time have fallen by the wayside because I've either outgrown them, or taken them to that place where you either stop or get serious. 40K keeps lurking in the back of my mind, taunting me from mars, whispering dark secrets in my mind about possible MMOs. Relic doesnt help, those bastards are the devil, I swear.
I like the original representations of Chaos, the Lust, the Wrath, the Entropy, the Disease. I liked the concept of chaos undivided, and word bearers being shunned by one-faction extremists. I liked the eldar, I like the marines, even the nomadic, semi-spiritual bugfucking insane orks. and I loved the inquisition. God bless schizophrenic holy-war police state fascists.
but the thing I liked most about 40K when it was presented to me was that it was very much like Tolkiens LOTR. Not the races, but the flavour : the empire of man is massive, it builds the nation of gondor, osgiliath, It builds helms deep. it makes mighty walls and colossal statues and huge watchtowers which are slowly falling into disrepair. I liked the parallel between the forces of mankind being cpable of driving back the dark... but not doing so, because they are stretched too thin, and beset with bureaucratic nightmares (steward, Wyrmtongue and Rohan, etc anyone?) I loved the idea of the golden age of technology becoming rotten, of space hulk drifting through the warp, bringing back nightmares.
Its why I love post-apocalypse movies, Its why I love Steampunk, its why I love Distract 9. To me, its real. Its supertechnology with a cost of rust and a fuse blown. its the grandest political Utopia subverted on a hundreds world for personal gain. its the necessity of cost-benefit management to where its more expediant and practical to burn a world than it is to bring it back into the fold. Its an engine in a tank being blessed by a priest rather than serviced by a mechanic. I love that shit. Wish I knew why.
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| District 9 |
[15 Aug 2009|10:59pm] |
There are No spoliers here.
Its difficult to review this movie. There are no set pieces; It is horrific, but there's not a moment where it crosses a line and makes you go "holy shit, thats too far". Its fucking funny in places, that black, warped twisted humour that makes you giggle inside when someone says a noise that makes you want to punch a baby. but there arent any single funny, quoteable jokes. Its stark, and beautiful, but I cant give you a moment wher they pick a flower or exchange a kiss ang go "this is beautiful".
How do you relate your first experience of the Matrix on the big screen, or Dark Knight? with Dark knight, you say "this is batman how it should be made", and people reach down into a bag of childhood hopes and they find those dreams played out on screen. I dont even know how people talked about the matrix. How do I tell you how good district 9 is?
I cant tell you how good it is, because I cant explain how much of a fucking badass batman is. I cant tell you how much this movie rocks, because I cant tell you in easy words the difference between the blue pill and the red pill.
Go and see it. Please. Go and see this movie while you can still see it on the big screen.
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| Yes. |
[24 Jul 2009|05:31pm] |
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K : "honey, when we can afford real cable, lets get the nudie channel"
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| snapshot of my hatred |
[11 Jul 2009|01:51pm] |
A couple years ago, when we were trying (unsuccessfully) to set up a round of Tiger Woods with Gabe's father, I can recall that the Elder Krahulik was almost flabbergasted by the notion that you could buy a product that simply didn't work, or worked partially, or worked according to the voodoo whims of some witch calendar, or that buying had been divorced from ownership, or any one of a hundred other treacherous ambiguities brought on by the alloyed Eden of the digital age. - Tycho Brahe, Penny Arcade.
Herein lies my general dismay with the games being turned out today. I can understand a realm of patches and fixes for the PC platform : with a millions of hardware configurations, its not unheard of for you to need fixes. and with complex games, its not unreasonable to find exploits and have to close them.
When console owners are forced to patch and fix, I find myself questioning the system. This is a closed circuit : one you know, down to how many transistors lurk beneath its plastic chassis. I may be showing my age here, but it does make me angry to spend money on products that dont work, and with MMOs, theres no recourse; you cant even take it back to the store because the parent company is fucking it up; you lease 'play time' from them, you dont buy a product. With EULAs, Software companies have effectively stolen our rights as consumers and disposed of their responsibilites as producers of a commidity; We no longer buy, we lease. we aquire time-limited licences; in the case of companies like google, its become a fundamental paradigm of the business, and one of the saddest in-jokes in the computer world, that dreaded continuing word "Beta".
Now we move into the penultimate phase, the disposal of the card copy : games we buy through PSN or XBLA or the Wii Store, that download to our consoles. Usually these were the more elderly games, games created where errors were limited to unexpected Buffer and stack errors (remember those?). once you have bought them with your pseudocurrency, theres no means of return. The final phase will see the elimination of local copies, the broadband infrastructure will expand to a wideband one, and our games consoles and PC's will become thin-clients, accessing the resource at a distance, downloading only as much as is necessary down to localised ram.
and then what?
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| Probably just for gene |
[02 Jul 2009|10:44pm] |
hey. when I used to cycle all the time, I had a decent set of abs and whatnot going on. I dont cycle, but I still do crunches and situps and things like that. but Ive got a new problem. I tense my abdominal wall, and it looks sort of how it should, but around the ouside of the wall, in a V at the top of my hips, I bulge outwards slightly.
I never used to do that. What the fuck? I look at muscle maps and there doesnt seem to be an obvious muscle covering the area, so Im just left confused.
I want to fix. halp.
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| MJ |
[29 Jun 2009|08:34pm] |
I didnt like him 15-20 years ago when he was musically relevant, I didnt like him 10 years ago on his first comeback, I didnt flush with sympathy when the "vitiligo" struck, I wasnt full of belief and sympathy over the sexual abuse allegations, the first round of "dude touches kids" the second round of "dude touches kids". I wasnt surprised when he went bankrupt. I wasnt awestruck at his perpetual media-driven "comebacks".
He died on my birthday, and Im actually quite pleased that once the "omg, hes dead" has slid off the news, that I'll never have to see his tedious shit in the press ever again. I've had 2 people so far try and make me feel bad over this. I dont. I feel increasingly pitying of the final round of media-vulturing, spurring facebook notes to "leave messages" on his facebook wall, to buy his music, to send tribute. Tribute to what? someone who wrote one good album 20 years ago, and has since lived what can at best be called a dubious life, and at worst be called a wife-battering child-molesting drug addict?
No Tribute. Just a GTFO. 20 years late, but GTFO. take your post-mortem fans with you, too.
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| New Seething Hatred |
[02 Jun 2009|10:47am] |
People who talk about how bad writing is that dont know anything about literary critique.
Bonus :
When the piece is about how critique and perfectionism ruins the nicest of things.
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