hard times

Last night I had a very weird dream.  I was playing World of Warcraft and was about to go on a raid.  That’s odd enough, since I’ve never had a character high enough level to raid (altaholics ftw), but what was even odder was that this instance was still under construction, as in the buildings, etc were just boxes.  There were even bricks and lumber sitting around.  And I wasn’t playing the game so much as I was IN the game.  We were gathered up outside the instance and the raid leader assigned everyone a task via some cool on-screen thing, but I missed what I was supposed to be doing.  I just assumed that I was a backup healer since I was a priest and a noob.  Someone gave everyone potions to drink, but instead of using the trade window they tossed them through the air for you to catch.  I drank mine, I’m not really sure what it did.

Then we entered the instance and it appeared to be a mall.  The first mob we encountered was a surly teenage girl who mouthed off to us.  There was no fighting, everyone stood around until I took a coat off one of the racks in a store and subdued the target by putting it on her backwards.  It gets kind of fuzzy after that, I led the prisoner along as we walked through what appeared to be an abandoned mall.  We were kind of on a catwalk that looked down on the main part of the instance, a big empty room littered with construction trash.  I think I lost my connection at that point and logged off.

Happy Hunting!

How To Make A Voodoo Doll

Mine’s gonna either be A-Rod or Nick Saban, I haven’t really decided yet.

Tonight at trivia Sarah admonished me for not updating, so in her honor, I’m doing the meme she did the other day:

How many total songs?
2044 songs, 8.46Gb, about 5.25 days

Sort by song title - first and last
“About The Weather” by Magazine
“99 Luftballons” by Nena

Sort by time - shortest and longest
“Faber College Theme” by Elmer Bernstein
“Catholic Girls″ by Frank Zappa

Sort by Album - first and last
“Airport - Motors’ Greatest Hits” by The Motors (Bram Tchaikovsky, hell yeah!)
“Youthquake″ by Dead or Alive

Sort by Artist - first and last
The A’s
10cc

Top five played songs:
“Istanbul, Not Constantinople” by They Might Be Giants
“Friday I’m in Love” by The Cure
“You Spin Me ‘Round (Like A Record)″ by Dead or Alive
“Pretty In Pink (Remastered)” by The Psychedelic Furs
“In A Big Country (Radio)” by Big Country

Find the following words. How many songs show up?
Sex: 8
Death: 4
Love: 100
You: 163
Home: 18
Boy: 43
Girl: 84

First five songs that come up on Party Shuffle:
“If You Leave” by OMD
“When You’re Gone” by The Cranberries
“Take It And Run” by Dropkick Murphys (5 stars!)
“Put Your Big Toe In The Milk of Human Kindness” by Elvis Costello
“53 Miles West of Venus” by The B-52s

So there you have it! Looks like someone is stuck in the 80’s…

It’s been an interesting few weeks around here. First of all, the Sox are going to another World Series, and that is a good thing. Once they clobber the Rockies, we’ll celebrate some more. Man, does Papelbon look happy or what? And scary!

Secondly, I had a date with a blogger. But she didn’t know that I was one too; in fact, she still doesn’t know that I know about her blog (well, she might if she ever reads this). We had a fun buildup to one nice date, then things fizzled pretty quick. She’s as smart and funny as I thought she’d be, but I knew the whole time that it was going to be short and sweet. It was my fault, I tried too hard to be funny and I sucked at it. Anyway, it ran its short course and was done.

And you know how people are always saying that things happen for a reason, and when one door closes another opens, yadda yadda? Well in this case those sayings were true. I’m not going to gross you out with icky details, but I met someone, and if you’ve seen me grinning like a jackass lately it’s not because of the Red Sox. Well, maybe a little. But mostly it’s her. We’re going to this Halloween thing this weekend and she’s dressing up as a bar wench, that alone should tell you that she knows me pretty well. I’m going as Hall of Fame third baseman Wade Boggs, back in the 80’s before he sold out and became a stinkin’ Yankee. So if you see old number 26 wandering around town Friday night, be sure to say hi and buy me a beer. And congratulate the Sox on being up 2 games on the Rockies already.

Me: Sarah got a little freaked out when I told her that you had Space Pen at your house.  He is the secret to our success after all.

Her: Well you tell Sarah that I’ve held onto other precious things of yours without any problem.

Me: Good point.  But you can tell her that.

I got blogged about twice today!  You can read about the ATL trip here.  A tip - if you’re in a strip club and accidentally knock a bunch of champagne into the person who paid for its lap, just go ahead and dump some ice water from the bucket onto your lap as penance.  You’ll bond with the other person, and they will quit bitching about the champagne on their lap.

The other place where I’m blogged about must remain secret for now, lest I jeopardize an ongoing operation and the agent in the field (namely, me).   Watch this space for updates, it promises to be an interesting weekend.

The little guy in the picture is Jack. He’s in fourth grade and is currently on a Pokemon kick. He’s also got Type I diabetes, which means that in order to stay healthy, he has to check his blood sugar five or six times a day, and get insulin injections. For the rest of his life. Unless a cure is found…they are getting closer every day. So go here and donate if you can - hit the Sponsor Me button. To those of you who have already given, thank you very, very much.

UPDATE:

Men barred from playing female characters in MMO.  In related news, World of Warcraft will begin requiring a death certificate before you are allowed to play undead characters.

Remember that scene in Sixteen Candles where Farmer Ted is trying to get the two dorks to take his picture with the hot girl and the dorks look at each other and say “female extraterrestrials?”. This story reminded me of that.

Modest_girl_77 just winked at me on match.com. She’s a 28 year old female who lives in Texas. Here’s what she has to say:

If I shall find such person that it will be the happiest person on light. I shall give it all love, caress and warmly. It will be simple to thaw in my embraces! I search for the kind gentle and tender person who would love me all heart. I am necessary to me the man with which could be is happy. The person which is necessary to me will present me all love and caress. I already very much for a long time cannot find such person. I have very much become bored on caress of the man.

She sorta reminds me of Miss Teen South Carolina for some reason. I really like her “favorite hot spots”:

I like to go with girlfriends to silent cafe I spend a vacation at the grandmother in village.

The Texas villages are so lovely!

She concludes:

I wait for such person very much for a long time and still I do not lose hope that the destiny will sometime reduce us together. Please make me the happy girl! I very much want for the husband!

This could be the one I’ve been looking for! I can’t wait to thaw in her embraces!

I’m even more pissed after reading this.  You know why?  Cause my parents didn’t name me Casanova Love, that’s why!  If they had had the foresight to give me a kickass name like that, I could be all White Chocolated up today, hanging out in Jena and mackin’ on protester chicks.  And I’d be pimpin instead of slavin away for the man 8 hours a day.

Know someone that needs a punch in the face?  Send them my way, I am PMSing or something.  I’ll try to be jovial again before October rolls in.

Sam Adams: Hey, pal, you need to update the other place. You suck lately!

Me: Yeah, yeah, I’ve been busy.

Sam Adams: So, ready to watch the Red Sox pound the Yankees tonight?

Me: Um, about that….I’ve sorta got other plans.

Sam Adams: What the hell are you talkin about? This is do or die time! The race for the pennant is on!

Me: Dude, the last time they played, I went all out. I wore my hat, my shirt, my mojo beads, and the Yankees ran all over us. So this time I’m gonna act all nonchalant and see if that works out better. You know, reverse psychology.

Sam Adams: Well what will you be doing?

Me: Oh, you know, a quiet evening in Atlanta. Maybe take in a shoe show.

Sam Adams: Hey, that might be fun, maybe I can tag along.

Me: I dunno, we’ve got a pretty full group already…

Jose Cuervo: OLA BEESHES!

Sam Adams: What the? Tell me you aren’t going out with this asshole!

Me: He said he’s gonna behave. He’s changed. Plus, the guy knows how to party.

Sam Adams: Right, if I recall correctly, the last time you guys hung out, you lost half your clothes and a pair of Oakleys.

Me: Look, I’ll be back in time to watch the game with you Saturday. And look on the bright side, I don’t have another pair of Oakleys to lose!

Jose Cuervo: WOOO! AY YI YI YI!