2004-12-13 08:21
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The first week of PS (post-Sil) work went pretty well. Richard, the guy we now report to, is getting groomed for management, and we're the low-impact techie types that were available for him to ease into the process by directing. It's a good fit professionally and personally (not to mention, he's the guy I golf with, so now it's ostensibly work-related, and the balloon has been floated that it's not altogether unlikely that 3pm "meetings" may be held off-site, with physical representations of goals and targets *grin*). Be that as it may, gearing up to do the work of a person and a half, rather than three fourths of a person, has an obvious impact on my ability to slack. ;-)
Friday night is a pleasantly drunken blur of shredding potatoes, "100% Kosher," good-naturing arguing with
ross_winn and discussing tits with
critus &
netgoth, also known as Sil's Chanukkah Bash (a/k/a The Twelve Sins of Jewmas)
- Twelve Yiddish Curses
- Eleven Kosher Viewings
- What's "Ten" in Hebrew?
- Nine Kinds of Liquor
- Eight "Goth Is ______"'s
- Seven Musical Interludes
- Six Jewish In-Jokes
- Five Kinds of Cheeeeeeeeeese
- Four Sea Conch Surprises
- Three Cups of Shame
- Two Jedi Mind Fucks
- And Some Latkes from my Sweetieeeeee
Good friggin times, even if I woke up composing that on...
Saturday morning: Attempted not to exacerbate K's red-wine hangover (ph34r the liver of a Jedi, for I was ready to take on small portions of the world), and dove into "Tomorrow's Forecast," which I can solidly blame
deviathan for both inciting and continuing to provide motivation (I want to finish it tonight, pore over it tomorrow, and get it in the mail before Wednesday's deadline for Polyphony 5), in and among assorted sessions of World of Warcraft with K.
Sunday was more of the same, with a few loads of laundry and an early-morning trip to Best Buy & the gym (including one lovely, if fleeting, moment when I stepped on the scale, and it read 174). My first brush with circuit training has my biceps and delts a little sore today, but after our first dilligent week of gym membership, I'm already noticing good things, which I hope to improve upon by GC2 and beyond.
In the "stuff
angel_renewed will get a laugh out of" department, we have two items today:
- MBI put "125 gallon fish tank" on his xms list (I have not yet laughed at his ignorant folly)
- There is a Night Elf player character in WoW named "Sil" that K & I ran past last night. . . in a play zone called "Westfall." *muahahah*
[Also: mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa on the rest of the Props - they're in the queue. Really. I just need to get "Forecast" out by Wednesday]
Friday night is a pleasantly drunken blur of shredding potatoes, "100% Kosher," good-naturing arguing with
- Twelve Yiddish Curses
- Eleven Kosher Viewings
- What's "Ten" in Hebrew?
- Nine Kinds of Liquor
- Eight "Goth Is ______"'s
- Seven Musical Interludes
- Six Jewish In-Jokes
- Five Kinds of Cheeeeeeeeeese
- Four Sea Conch Surprises
- Three Cups of Shame
- Two Jedi Mind Fucks
- And Some Latkes from my Sweetieeeeee
Good friggin times, even if I woke up composing that on...
Saturday morning: Attempted not to exacerbate K's red-wine hangover (ph34r the liver of a Jedi, for I was ready to take on small portions of the world), and dove into "Tomorrow's Forecast," which I can solidly blame
Sunday was more of the same, with a few loads of laundry and an early-morning trip to Best Buy & the gym (including one lovely, if fleeting, moment when I stepped on the scale, and it read 174). My first brush with circuit training has my biceps and delts a little sore today, but after our first dilligent week of gym membership, I'm already noticing good things, which I hope to improve upon by GC2 and beyond.
In the "stuff
- MBI put "125 gallon fish tank" on his xms list (I have not yet laughed at his ignorant folly)
- There is a Night Elf player character in WoW named "Sil" that K & I ran past last night. . . in a play zone called "Westfall." *muahahah*
[Also: mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa on the rest of the Props - they're in the queue. Really. I just need to get "Forecast" out by Wednesday]
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Hooray for Jedi Drinks!
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And they were still pretty tasty.
Just remember, if you want them on XMS Eve - good vodka, real Midori, and non-shite pineapple juice. Also, a transparent-ish pitcher of 24-48 oz capacity is a must.
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We also need to determine if K & I will be bringing the bird that night or using it as the centerpiece among the hangover cure comestibles at our place on Jebus' birthday.
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No wonder I was sick the next morning!
<-- allergic.
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(Too tired to read what context that was in. Too stressed to care I'm replying out of it)
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Yes, it's got pineapple in it.
Perhaps, in that case, you should stick to Shame, Guilt, and Pain. *grins*
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Sorry, hon. Normally the only warning label on 'em is for alcohol content, not allergens. *hug*
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As fond as I am of the Jedi, I'm really getting to like Shame. It's tasty and easy to make.
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No harm, no foul. Besides, M enjoyed having the other half of mine! :)
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. . . I bet you thought I was going to say "shameful." ;-)
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you know, the usual. *grin*
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I am seriously going to pout and be pissy!
How could you?!?!?!
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I had a fat, disgusting, slovenly, unwashed, unemployed, unmotivated housemate who would schedule plane raids overnight and then take the next day off (when he still had a job), and who accumulated a fucking bushel of empty soda cans and worn socks & underwear around his computer desk. . . which was in the living room. . . while playing EQ.
That's why I won't play EQ. Four hundred pound men in elf ears are a disincentive.
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And me running around as a cute elf isnt incentive?
*shakes head*
You will play WoW but not EQ...I am really upset over this...
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he runs around like an elf. . . in person. fat, nasty, unwashed LARP action is a compelling argument.
if you're going to get bent out of shape over my irrational bias against one game, dearie. . . *poke, poke* I hate EQ, despite the assurances from certain parties that it isn't irredeemably dorky. That's not changing.
Besides, I'd rather get in at the beginning of a new game and be on relatively even footing with everyone than be a complete newbie in a system where all my friends are really advanced players, and feel like the weak-sister charity case.
pfoo.
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Oh and it is completly irrational, hence I will continue to poke at it!
You have the EXACT personality which would appreciate it yet you continue to unjustifiably reject/fear it. And yes it IS unjustifiably!
Also I am discussing Eq2, which JUST came out, and is EXTREMLY different from EQ1. There arent a ton of twinked out characters because the game is BRAND SPANKING NEW, and they didnt port characters OVER. Game, gear, its all brand spanking new. The tradeskills are new, the graphics are new... and you wont even try it, yet you bash it.
You arent a racist, you are a gamist.
So there. On that note I have something extremly person to ask of you, and it has to be taken offline. Where do you want an email?
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I don't have time to play two MMORPGs. I'd end up with half-assed characters in both of them. Shit, I don't even play Halo 2 much these days. I do still have a life offline I'm trying to maintain, you know. ;-)
you can use my digi-dis email or rafe dot [lastname] at gmail. or use my lj email, which boinks over to my yahoo addy. . . *puzzled expression*