The past few days have worn me out. Though not on account of the usual things-that-wear-me-out, such as long walks or children. This is about cleaning, cleaning, organizing, cleaning, hauling heavy things to a dumpster that's all the way across a parking lot, and only a mild amount of dealing with children. (And kittens. Cute, but potentially lethal!)
To elaborate, Mom and I have been cleaning house over at Bro's place. I won't lie: the place has needed it for a couple of years. I'm glad we're finally getting around to it, and the place being partially clean has made it much nicer to take residence in. This is an ongoing project and Mom will probably be dragging me there over the next couple days as well, if for no other reason than to lift more heavy things.
Yesterday, though, their newest kitten Max gave me a right good clawing. Right down the left wrist, and a couple of other nicks elsewhere. I'm quite happy that he didn't manage to claw my wrist horizontally (down the road, not across the street!), else I'd look like...well, an emo! There's really no other word to describe the type of people who slit their wrists. Not to mention I look silly in public with a gigantic bandage around my wrist. All's well now, though, as the claw wound has closed up nicely and barely hurts anymore. And Max's ridiculous cuteness has lead to forgiveness in my book. (Insert emoticon-as-punctuation here.)
The Standings, As They...Stand
Results for the Summer 2009 Dualstream Day of Zeux have been revealed, and my game, News First!, placed 5th overall. As predicted, Logicow's game was disqualified for not following the theme (though the judges did actually enjoy playing the game, it seems), and the winner was Lancer's Reconquista/Escalation. My personal favorite, Achtung!, placed 3rd.
So I wasn't terribly far off on my DoZ predictions. The question yet remains what I plan on doing for the Winter 2009 competition (they're asking who will host it - I don't plan on doing that again).
So I wasn't terribly far off on my DoZ predictions. The question yet remains what I plan on doing for the Winter 2009 competition (they're asking who will host it - I don't plan on doing that again).
The Curious Case of Weasel's Posting Schedule
Things seem to happen all the time when I don't have the Blaugh nearby to post about them. So here's a rundown of the past couple of days...
Saturday began the Summer 2009 DualStream Day of Zeux, with the topics of Paranoia and News Reporters. I'd opted to compete solo this time around, so I thought to myself: how can I make a game in 24 hours, with as little coding as possible, and without need for a lot of graphical skills? I'd play on my strengths and avoid my weaknesses - I'd keep graphics to a minimum by focusing more on the writing, and I'd keep the code to a minimum by - quite literally - using nothing more advanced than setting booleans and teleporting the player from board to board. Nope - I didn't use any sort of fancy file-access stuff here. Just a crapload of duplicate boards with mild variations.
The resulting game, #40125: News First!, took me approximately 17 hours to complete.
During the earlier hours of the competition, I had divided my attention between Zeuxing and assisting Malachai in installing Windows XP SP2 on his Dell Mini 12 (no more display driver crashes, no more Windows 7 stupidity). We had at first attempted to dual-boot it with Ubuntu 9.04, but the Mini 12's are notoriously bad at running Ubuntu lately, especially in regards to the video drivers. What a pain. Since the Minis don't have optical drives, I used a USB 2.0 DVD writer instead - Dad's old one (he's since replaced it with an LG Lightscribe).
After a healthy amount of sleep, I awoke Sunday to specially made French Toast (with cream cheese) that I had initially mistaken for grilled cheese sandwiches. That's what I get for not being up early enough to see Mom make them. A little bit later, Mal and I headed down to Rivals for our D&D session. Since our regular DM is not here (in Europe I believe), we accepted a substitute (who allowed us to level up twice before the campaign) and entered a Hill Giant compound. Our group kicked all kinds of ass, even though there were only four of us.
Of course we had Johnny Walker, who was constantly dealing out melee damage despite the fact that his extended reach did him no good against the Giants; Grog Bash who absorbed damage like some people can absorb beer (even more so since his two levels nearly doubled his hitpoints); Gwendolyn, who basically just did what she always did; and me, Remielle, who had learned quite a few more spells since the last campaign so abruptly cliffhangered. My favorite part: I had the capacity to cast three more Fireballs than before, with a possibility of doing up to 96 damage per fireball. At my level, I was rolling 9d6 - I'm glad I bought my "power up" dice: a set of 12 flaming orange 6-sided dice, that Malachai bought for me specifically for Fireball spells. Oooh yeah, feel the burn!
Though as satisfying as the D&D game was this week, it couldn't quite put out of my mind the most ludicrously sad movie I've seen in years: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, that Mom had ordered on-demand the preceding Saturday. Yeah, I was watching a movie while working on my DoZ game. A movie about a man who is born old and ages in reverse. There was absolutely not a single happy moment in that whole movie. It's a shining example of Deus Angst Machina - everything that can go wrong, goes wrong within 3 minutes of the previous thing that went wrong. I'm never going to watch a sad movie again. If it's drama, keep me out of it. Not since Disney's The Kid have I ended up disliking a movie like this.
Granted, I don't think the movie is a bad one by any means. I just hate it.
Saturday began the Summer 2009 DualStream Day of Zeux, with the topics of Paranoia and News Reporters. I'd opted to compete solo this time around, so I thought to myself: how can I make a game in 24 hours, with as little coding as possible, and without need for a lot of graphical skills? I'd play on my strengths and avoid my weaknesses - I'd keep graphics to a minimum by focusing more on the writing, and I'd keep the code to a minimum by - quite literally - using nothing more advanced than setting booleans and teleporting the player from board to board. Nope - I didn't use any sort of fancy file-access stuff here. Just a crapload of duplicate boards with mild variations.
The resulting game, #40125: News First!, took me approximately 17 hours to complete.
During the earlier hours of the competition, I had divided my attention between Zeuxing and assisting Malachai in installing Windows XP SP2 on his Dell Mini 12 (no more display driver crashes, no more Windows 7 stupidity). We had at first attempted to dual-boot it with Ubuntu 9.04, but the Mini 12's are notoriously bad at running Ubuntu lately, especially in regards to the video drivers. What a pain. Since the Minis don't have optical drives, I used a USB 2.0 DVD writer instead - Dad's old one (he's since replaced it with an LG Lightscribe).
After a healthy amount of sleep, I awoke Sunday to specially made French Toast (with cream cheese) that I had initially mistaken for grilled cheese sandwiches. That's what I get for not being up early enough to see Mom make them. A little bit later, Mal and I headed down to Rivals for our D&D session. Since our regular DM is not here (in Europe I believe), we accepted a substitute (who allowed us to level up twice before the campaign) and entered a Hill Giant compound. Our group kicked all kinds of ass, even though there were only four of us.
Of course we had Johnny Walker, who was constantly dealing out melee damage despite the fact that his extended reach did him no good against the Giants; Grog Bash who absorbed damage like some people can absorb beer (even more so since his two levels nearly doubled his hitpoints); Gwendolyn, who basically just did what she always did; and me, Remielle, who had learned quite a few more spells since the last campaign so abruptly cliffhangered. My favorite part: I had the capacity to cast three more Fireballs than before, with a possibility of doing up to 96 damage per fireball. At my level, I was rolling 9d6 - I'm glad I bought my "power up" dice: a set of 12 flaming orange 6-sided dice, that Malachai bought for me specifically for Fireball spells. Oooh yeah, feel the burn!
Though as satisfying as the D&D game was this week, it couldn't quite put out of my mind the most ludicrously sad movie I've seen in years: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, that Mom had ordered on-demand the preceding Saturday. Yeah, I was watching a movie while working on my DoZ game. A movie about a man who is born old and ages in reverse. There was absolutely not a single happy moment in that whole movie. It's a shining example of Deus Angst Machina - everything that can go wrong, goes wrong within 3 minutes of the previous thing that went wrong. I'm never going to watch a sad movie again. If it's drama, keep me out of it. Not since Disney's The Kid have I ended up disliking a movie like this.
Granted, I don't think the movie is a bad one by any means. I just hate it.
Don't Sell Yourself Short, Judge - You're A Tremendous Slouch
In the mail today: a nondescript envelope from the Oregon Department of Administrative Services. Its contents: a check for ten dollars for my brief participation in jury duty. Thanks, guys.
Oh, and to pad this post out just a little bit...here's an image macro I made to properly send off a locked thread on the ZDoom forums:
Oh, and to pad this post out just a little bit...here's an image macro I made to properly send off a locked thread on the ZDoom forums:
Posting From Some Guy's Netbook
Malachai has acquired yet another awesome laptop, the Dell Mini 12. It's a tiny little piece of work, weighing in at just under 3 pounds with battery, and Mal's already written a review of it over at I Can Has Typewriter. My thoughts? Well, it's almost literally the weight and size of a copy of Game Informer, and with practically none of the egorific ravings hot air (it puts out practically no heat).
And my previous job has only been over for three days, and I'm already in line for another, suspiciously similar job - working support and sales calls for an outfit in Beaverton. I am to hear back within a week or two, which Malachai (who also works there) assures me means that I am practically guaranteed to get the job.
Hooray, I am (theoretically) not going to be poor anymore.
And my previous job has only been over for three days, and I'm already in line for another, suspiciously similar job - working support and sales calls for an outfit in Beaverton. I am to hear back within a week or two, which Malachai (who also works there) assures me means that I am practically guaranteed to get the job.
Hooray, I am (theoretically) not going to be poor anymore.
The Call Center Job, Day Five?
Unfortunately, my job ended yesterday.
Due to what I imagine were technical difficulties - and the fact that apparently the DTV converter box coupons will stop being mailed out at the end of today - I discovered that I was no longer needed. The agency representative approached everyone in the call center area and politely informed everyone (well, everyone that didn't speak Spanish) that Monday would be their last day at Epiq.
Being cut free a day early doesn't lift a burden from my back, so much as it feels like my coinpurse is being lifted from my belt. I'm not going to claim discrimination (the last few times I pulled that card on other temp agencies, it didn't work and may have made me look like a dick), but it sucks to be pulled out of a day of work. That's not a small amount of money to me. I've still found myself attempting to sell my stuff just to make a little extra cash.
Mom had at some point offered to buy me any $20 item for my birthday. At this rate I think I may just ask if I can have the money instead. Sigh.
Due to what I imagine were technical difficulties - and the fact that apparently the DTV converter box coupons will stop being mailed out at the end of today - I discovered that I was no longer needed. The agency representative approached everyone in the call center area and politely informed everyone (well, everyone that didn't speak Spanish) that Monday would be their last day at Epiq.
Being cut free a day early doesn't lift a burden from my back, so much as it feels like my coinpurse is being lifted from my belt. I'm not going to claim discrimination (the last few times I pulled that card on other temp agencies, it didn't work and may have made me look like a dick), but it sucks to be pulled out of a day of work. That's not a small amount of money to me. I've still found myself attempting to sell my stuff just to make a little extra cash.
Mom had at some point offered to buy me any $20 item for my birthday. At this rate I think I may just ask if I can have the money instead. Sigh.
The Call Center Job, Day Four
The day hasn't properly started yet (it's still just over an hour until I'm even supposed to be at a desk - not my desk, just a desk, I'm a temp worker remember), but already I've decided to go back to my old tricks and write the Blaugh from work!
Well actually, I'm technically playing it safe. The company's regulations forbid me from using the desk computers for anything other than the call center, as "excessive web browsing can crash the phones" (their words). And, well, I did technically get caught doing this the last time I worked here. So what's different? I'm using the break room computer. The use of a public terminal - while off-duty, no less - should in theory immediately excuse me from any workplace regulations relating to blogging from work (unless I do something really stupid and disclose trade secrets or personal information - fat chance...)
Already things are different. The past couple of days have been very silent. The cubicle areas were completely dead. Not a single phone was ringing, not one keyboard could be heard tapping and clicking. Not even footsteps could be heard. Walking into the call center, though, would immerse you in the sounds of the telephone agents talking to their clients. Except every single voice was in Spanish.
I still don't know what happened, or if it's fixed today, but the last couple of days have shown zero call volume for the English-speaking agents. (I like using the word "agent" to describe myself. It feels so...Deus Ex.) So I spent the vast majority of yesterday reading through Masters of Doom, and starting to read Big Trouble by Dave Barry (the movie of which is actually pretty damned good, everybody go watch it).
Today shows a huge difference. Now that all the regular monday through friday people are in the office, the break room is full of life, I'm starting to see familiar faces from my previous job here (and praying that none of them recognize me), and the cubicle areas...are still dead silent. Guess people tend to work quietly around here.
Will I get any calls today? Or will I set a new personal record for number of books finished in a single work day? Only time - and donuts - will tell.
Well actually, I'm technically playing it safe. The company's regulations forbid me from using the desk computers for anything other than the call center, as "excessive web browsing can crash the phones" (their words). And, well, I did technically get caught doing this the last time I worked here. So what's different? I'm using the break room computer. The use of a public terminal - while off-duty, no less - should in theory immediately excuse me from any workplace regulations relating to blogging from work (unless I do something really stupid and disclose trade secrets or personal information - fat chance...)
Already things are different. The past couple of days have been very silent. The cubicle areas were completely dead. Not a single phone was ringing, not one keyboard could be heard tapping and clicking. Not even footsteps could be heard. Walking into the call center, though, would immerse you in the sounds of the telephone agents talking to their clients. Except every single voice was in Spanish.
I still don't know what happened, or if it's fixed today, but the last couple of days have shown zero call volume for the English-speaking agents. (I like using the word "agent" to describe myself. It feels so...Deus Ex.) So I spent the vast majority of yesterday reading through Masters of Doom, and starting to read Big Trouble by Dave Barry (the movie of which is actually pretty damned good, everybody go watch it).
Today shows a huge difference. Now that all the regular monday through friday people are in the office, the break room is full of life, I'm starting to see familiar faces from my previous job here (and praying that none of them recognize me), and the cubicle areas...are still dead silent. Guess people tend to work quietly around here.
Will I get any calls today? Or will I set a new personal record for number of books finished in a single work day? Only time - and donuts - will tell.
The Call Center Job, Day Three
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Well, same thing happened today that happened yesterday, so if you want to know how today went, read the previous post.
In other news, I have attained Level 22 in the midst of grinding my Call Center skill. My Reputation ranking hasn't improved any, to my knowledge, but that's such an obtuse mechanic that it's hard to tell. I feel that my Strength has improved slightly, though in a bizarre first, my Willpower has dropped considerably.
Enough of this RPG metaphor. =P
In other news, I have attained Level 22 in the midst of grinding my Call Center skill. My Reputation ranking hasn't improved any, to my knowledge, but that's such an obtuse mechanic that it's hard to tell. I feel that my Strength has improved slightly, though in a bizarre first, my Willpower has dropped considerably.
Enough of this RPG metaphor. =P
The Call Center Job, Day Two
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Gee, this call center job is pretty challenging! I have to sit at a computer with a headset on and theoretically answer phone calls from people who potentially exist, and have some probability of perhaps calling me...
...Actually, to tell the truth, I never answered a single call today. Why? God knows why. Only the Spanish-speaking operators received any calls today, whereas I and the other 60-some English-speaking operators never fielded a single call. Did our client screw up? Technical difficulties, perhaps? Meh - it means I had to sit in a chair for about eight hours doing nothing (they wouldn't let me use my PSP - yet strangely, newspapers and books were not forbidden...again with the double standard), but at least I'm still getting paid for it!
...Actually, to tell the truth, I never answered a single call today. Why? God knows why. Only the Spanish-speaking operators received any calls today, whereas I and the other 60-some English-speaking operators never fielded a single call. Did our client screw up? Technical difficulties, perhaps? Meh - it means I had to sit in a chair for about eight hours doing nothing (they wouldn't let me use my PSP - yet strangely, newspapers and books were not forbidden...again with the double standard), but at least I'm still getting paid for it!
Temporary Careers
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I've got a job for the next five days. Answering phones. And the ironic part is, it's from the same company that I was working for about this time last year.
Can I hold out for all five days? We shall see.
Can I hold out for all five days? We shall see.
My Duty As A Citizen
...is apparently to sit in a room for a couple of hours and get paid $10 for it. In theory. I'm not sure if the money thing is going to come into play. Being a juror is apparently my responsibility as an American - and yet I never actually got picked for any sort of trials or cases. Just as well. I'd probably end up having a Phoenix Wright flashback and get kicked out.
I don't feel very energetic today. Might have been the mile I had to walk to get to the courthouse. Might have been the crappy leftovers I had for both lunch and dinner. I'm kind of feeling ill when I think back on it.
And now I guess my brother doesn't want to be around me when I'm in a mood like this. Meh, fine with me. Let him retreat to his world of screaming children and people smoking outside his apartment's window, and I'll retreat to my void of vastly inappropriate music and piles of untouched laundry.
It must be a bad thing when I only bother sleeping when I'm bored.
(Yes, this is rather different from my usual sort of post. Lest I be accused of going emo, I swear my next post will be something more constructive.)
I don't feel very energetic today. Might have been the mile I had to walk to get to the courthouse. Might have been the crappy leftovers I had for both lunch and dinner. I'm kind of feeling ill when I think back on it.
And now I guess my brother doesn't want to be around me when I'm in a mood like this. Meh, fine with me. Let him retreat to his world of screaming children and people smoking outside his apartment's window, and I'll retreat to my void of vastly inappropriate music and piles of untouched laundry.
It must be a bad thing when I only bother sleeping when I'm bored.
(Yes, this is rather different from my usual sort of post. Lest I be accused of going emo, I swear my next post will be something more constructive.)
They May Kick Our Ass, But They'll Never Kick Our FREEDOM
I've already established that I'm something of a firearms geek, in a manner of speaking. However, it has been in excess of ten years since the last time I handled a real firearm. Yesterday was set to remedy that, as I assisted Malachai and his good friend in polishing off an old (1948 vintage) Mosin-Nagant rifle. After about an hour of driving and getting mildly lost in the woods, we found a good spot to shoot.
The Mosin-Nagant is, according to its two co-owners (Malachai and friend), a weapon that actually saw action past the 1940's. This weapon was still stamped with Russian markings, and was in excellent shape. So after gathering a little ammo, the first shot was fired at a card we found lying around. The report of the weapon was akin to a large cannon, particularly because we had not thought to bring ear protection (fast food napkins are a partially suitable, if uncomfortable, approach). Thankfully, we managed to get through the day without anybody's ear drums rupturing, so I call that something of a success.
Before the trip, I opted to tell Dad where I was going to be for most of the day. He was not only supportive, but also loaned me a semi-automatic .22 rifle with scope (I hadn't thought to check the manufacturer or model) and several small boxes of ammunition. Dad's wasn't the only .22 rifle in the collection, as I learned when Mal dug out his bolt-action (which, again, I hadn't thought to check the manufacturer). I learned a lot about the loading and operation of these weapons, and surprisingly I was also a damned good shot with them, with what I estimate to be around 70% shots hit. I brought home two souvenirs from this trip: a spent 7.62x54R casing (I'm unsure if this is the one I fired), and an empty bottle of root beer that I impaled with a .22 round. The bottle was struck just half an inch away from dead center of its bottlecap, and the bullet penetrated all the way through the bottom of the bottle. I probably could have placed the shot better, but it was still a worthy trophy. (And, since I didn't disfigure the label or UPC, this bottle will still be accepted for the five-cent bottle deposit.)
The Mosin-Nagant is, according to its two co-owners (Malachai and friend), a weapon that actually saw action past the 1940's. This weapon was still stamped with Russian markings, and was in excellent shape. So after gathering a little ammo, the first shot was fired at a card we found lying around. The report of the weapon was akin to a large cannon, particularly because we had not thought to bring ear protection (fast food napkins are a partially suitable, if uncomfortable, approach). Thankfully, we managed to get through the day without anybody's ear drums rupturing, so I call that something of a success.
Before the trip, I opted to tell Dad where I was going to be for most of the day. He was not only supportive, but also loaned me a semi-automatic .22 rifle with scope (I hadn't thought to check the manufacturer or model) and several small boxes of ammunition. Dad's wasn't the only .22 rifle in the collection, as I learned when Mal dug out his bolt-action (which, again, I hadn't thought to check the manufacturer). I learned a lot about the loading and operation of these weapons, and surprisingly I was also a damned good shot with them, with what I estimate to be around 70% shots hit. I brought home two souvenirs from this trip: a spent 7.62x54R casing (I'm unsure if this is the one I fired), and an empty bottle of root beer that I impaled with a .22 round. The bottle was struck just half an inch away from dead center of its bottlecap, and the bullet penetrated all the way through the bottom of the bottle. I probably could have placed the shot better, but it was still a worthy trophy. (And, since I didn't disfigure the label or UPC, this bottle will still be accepted for the five-cent bottle deposit.)
Weasel's E3 Predictions 2009
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Everybody else is jumping on this bandwagon, so I'm going to do it too. While E3 isn't quite as huge as it used to be, it still has a degree of importance, so today I'm doing my predictions for what might happen.
More Than Likely
1. Bethesda will announce more Fallout 3 DLC.
2. Microsoft will hype up Halo 3: ODST.
3. Sony's press conference will be boring as hell.
Could Go Either Way
1. Kojima Productions reveals the new Metal Gear they've been teasing to be an expansion of MGS4 or Metal Gear Online. Or both.
2. 3D Realms, predictably, does not appear.
3. Capcom shows up to demo Dead Rising 2 and Lost Planet 2, sans Japanese staff.
4. Nintendo announces Pokemon Heart Gold and Soul Silver for English release.
5. There will probably be at least one treadmill or exercise bike peripheral for the Wii.
Probably Not, But Still Possible
1. Kojima Productions reveals the new Metal Gear they've been teasing to be a remake of the very first Metal Gear, but does not announce which platform it will be on.
2. 3D Realms, predictably, is NOT dead and manages to show up to make an announcement regarding the fate of Duke Nukem Forever and Duke Nukem Trilogy, complete with teaser trailers that consist of nothing but logos.
Not Bloody Likely!
1. Kojima Productions reveals the new Metal Gear to be an XBox 360 exclusive.
2. Shigeru Miyamoto announces his retirement; Nintendo makes a Wii game specifically aimed at seniors.
3. Nintendo announces a new IP for Wii, aimed at the "core gamer" audience.
More Than Likely
1. Bethesda will announce more Fallout 3 DLC.
2. Microsoft will hype up Halo 3: ODST.
3. Sony's press conference will be boring as hell.
Could Go Either Way
1. Kojima Productions reveals the new Metal Gear they've been teasing to be an expansion of MGS4 or Metal Gear Online. Or both.
2. 3D Realms, predictably, does not appear.
3. Capcom shows up to demo Dead Rising 2 and Lost Planet 2, sans Japanese staff.
4. Nintendo announces Pokemon Heart Gold and Soul Silver for English release.
5. There will probably be at least one treadmill or exercise bike peripheral for the Wii.
Probably Not, But Still Possible
1. Kojima Productions reveals the new Metal Gear they've been teasing to be a remake of the very first Metal Gear, but does not announce which platform it will be on.
2. 3D Realms, predictably, is NOT dead and manages to show up to make an announcement regarding the fate of Duke Nukem Forever and Duke Nukem Trilogy, complete with teaser trailers that consist of nothing but logos.
Not Bloody Likely!
1. Kojima Productions reveals the new Metal Gear to be an XBox 360 exclusive.
2. Shigeru Miyamoto announces his retirement; Nintendo makes a Wii game specifically aimed at seniors.
3. Nintendo announces a new IP for Wii, aimed at the "core gamer" audience.
On Being Modest
For my birthday this year, I don't really want anything spectacular. Maybe a unique, heart-felt cake or something (Cake-o-demon?). Maybe some cash, or a job.
Or maybe just some old game nobody's heard of.
Really, I don't mind. Maybe somebody could buy me some socks. I'd appreciate anything.
Or maybe just some old game nobody's heard of.
Really, I don't mind. Maybe somebody could buy me some socks. I'd appreciate anything.
I Fought The Lawn...
Well, if nothing else, I could at least get a good amount of money rolling in by mowing Malachai's lawn every week or so. Damn thing grows back unnaturally fast (probably all the dog poop) and takes about an hour to mow, front and back, if it hasn't rained recently. Not to say it's a bad thing - this is what my two years in Colorado were spent doing! Though to be fair, it never rained in Colorado.
The usual Going Rate ($20 for both front and back lawns) is probably going to go into another movie ticket. I can't remember if I blogged about the new Star Trek film, but this time I will be seeing Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian with Malachai and company. (Unless Watchmen is still in theaters. Er, wait...damn! That's a tough choice!)
Malachai managed to lift quite a bit of boredom last night, though, as he perfected a private server setup for a certain popular online role playing game. I love breaking the "rules" of video games, and it's so much easier to do when you have the administrator tools on hand! Induce aggro in NPCs? Kill the King? This brings back memories of killing Lord British - fond ones at that. (I can't thank DOUG the Eagle enough for posting these articles. Funny as hell, and all the more topical now that I've got a system that agrees with the Thief games!)
The usual Going Rate ($20 for both front and back lawns) is probably going to go into another movie ticket. I can't remember if I blogged about the new Star Trek film, but this time I will be seeing Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian with Malachai and company. (Unless Watchmen is still in theaters. Er, wait...damn! That's a tough choice!)
Malachai managed to lift quite a bit of boredom last night, though, as he perfected a private server setup for a certain popular online role playing game. I love breaking the "rules" of video games, and it's so much easier to do when you have the administrator tools on hand! Induce aggro in NPCs? Kill the King? This brings back memories of killing Lord British - fond ones at that. (I can't thank DOUG the Eagle enough for posting these articles. Funny as hell, and all the more topical now that I've got a system that agrees with the Thief games!)
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