Thursday, September 21, 2006

Dying Battery

There's something about me and technology. My computer dies on a regular basis. The radio I work on die easily. And my car battery... haih. My car battery. Tonight, it wasn't dead. No. It was dying. There were lights, there was radio. But start the car? Nah. Sorry. No can do. Good thing Von Darke was almost home (but not quite home yet). He went back to the carpark and while my girlfriend held the torchlight (borrowed from the guard), we jumpstarted my car with his nifty jumper cables.

And that's cool. Gracias to all. BUT. We found out my car battery was faulty. It was leaking white stuff (which ain't sperm). My father didn't believe me though. Once again, it was all about me not filling the battery water. Which is true. Although the battery still had oodles and oodles of water. The cocksucker was LEAKING okay. You know how pissed I am or not?! *throws something on the floor for dramatic effect*

And now Guild Wars downloading at 3KB/sec! Wtf! Slow connection ftl!

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Community Service Messages

On the radio, they can get preachy. Annoyingly so. Picture this: It's been a hard day at work. Your boss is pissed at you, you're feeling down, there's misery in the air. So on the way home, you turn on the radio hoping to hear Hilary Duff singing 'Wake Up' or maybe that 'Dejavu' song. I mean come on, even that 'Bad Day' song would be welcomed (it would be most apt indeed). The last thing you want to hear is some irritating voice telling you not to drive too fast.

BUT.

THAT is exactly what you hear. And it doesn't even get to the point at once. It does that long-winded "3 words that can change your life blablabla" then some schmucks come in and chime "I love you" and "God bless you" and "That's the loo" and then they go on with the accident stuff and suddenly we have negative thoughts like "Oh my God" and "Damn I'm screwed" and "Not my fault". Do people really want to listen to this on the way home from work while stuck in a traffic jam? It's a wonder road rage incidents haven't spiked. I just hate that holier-than-thou tone the voice takes. Hate. HATE. Makes me want to step down on the accelerator and hit something. Like maybe the old lady standing on the side of the road or something. Or whoever they hired to annoy listeners.

In the US, radio stations were full of ads in the morning, and they played mostly songs in the evening. In Malaysia, DJs yak ALL DAY over the air. Goddamnit, would it kill to just play songs? It's the radio! Play songs!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

The End, The Beginning

That's the end of my Frank Flynn days. It was a bitch putting everything back together again. I figure that everyone now thinks I'm dead and gone forever, so it's probably safe to crawl out of the woodwork again to bask in obscurity.

Amazing how it's always the worst of days which spur me into action. To recap, I went under as Armasazi (I'm not there anymore, but someone else could be). Too many people who shoulnd't know about this knew about this. Enough time has gone by that no one remembers me anymore. So I can go about the job of getting to know everybody again. Apparently, a clean start isn't what I wanted. I wanted to revise everybody's opinion of me so that they would think of me as some nice guy instead of that despicable asshole. Fat chance of that happening. I know Tony Stark once used a device to make everyone forget he was Iron-Man, but I think that got destroyed somehow. And the Avengers, especially Captain America, wasn't happy with him either.

Where am I now anyway? Like, what is the state of the union? What is the status quo? The answer, simply, is not very good. The past couple of months have seen a severe deterioration of drive. Work has sucked me lifeless - all I do is go home and play Guild Wars. Heck, I wasn't even playing Guild Wars properly. Bought Prophecies a couple of months after it launched. Then I stopped playing. Then I heard that Factions was coming out, so I restarted a new character. Played a bit too, and then stopped again. And then I heard Nightfall was coming out. So I played the second character earnestly, and before I knew it, I had already completed both campaigns with Ilfar Danan. These nights, I go home and play with my spankingly brilliant mesmer called Siew Mei. Someday I might even post pics of Her Royal Dominatrixness.

That's on the PC gaming front. My PS2 is firmly entrenched in the hall now, for use of my father. He seems to like the bout games very much. Boxing, Mortal Kombat... I tried to get him to play Bloodrayne, but I think he didn't really get the 3rd person action adventure genre. Just saying it's goodbye to my PS2 gaming days (not that Guild Wars leaves me a lot of time for anything else).

Work? Don't talk to me about work. I would actually resign and get a new job, but damnit, I'm too lazy to do anything but fix easy bugs. There is no drive. The drive is gone. I don't know where the hell it went to. Worse, the drive is gone from EVERYWHERE. The only drive left is to do stuff in Guild Wars, and that's only because of the game mechanics which appeal to my obsessive-compulsive side (gotta cap 'em all!).

Healthwise, I'm getting fat (so, what else is new?). My stomach was bloated this morning. Worrying, really. Maybe I should stop eating for awhile to see what happens. Doesn't help that I have about a million weddings to attend in the coming weekends. I feel HORRIBLE about missing Siew Mei's (the friend, not my GW persona) wedding, but the coming ones... uh... well, maybe I will feel bad about missing them. I mean, old friends I haven't seen in aeons, yeah. Family I haven't seen in aeons, yeah. Damnit, I'm getting soft in my old age.

Anyway, end of recap. Will I blog more these days now that Prosian Thoughts is back in business? Don't know. Don't really care. No one knows I'm here anymore anyway. Well, Von Darke will be informed. And a couple of other people. Maybe this will be a footnote for my blog. "In the end, he came home and died." Something sweet like that.

Let it Slide

In a broader talk rejecting any religious motivation for violence, Benedict cited the words of a 14th-century Byzantine emperor who characterized some teachings of Muhammad as "evil and inhuman," particularly "his command to spread by the sword the faith."


And this is what Popey said:

Show me just what Muhammad brought that was new, and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached.


So okay, that's being taken way out of context (cause apparently the Pope didn't agree with that - he was just using it as an example), but then, those schmucks went to do this:

"We tell the worshipper of the cross (the Pope) that you and the West will be defeated, as is the case in Iraq, Afghanistan, Chechnya," said a Web statement by the Mujahideen Shura Council, an umbrella group led by Iraq's branch of al Qaeda.

"We shall break the cross and spill the wine," said the statement, posted on Sunday on an Internet site often used by al Qaeda and other militant groups.


Over-reaction, much? And of course, there was the Italian nun killing which could be related. That's right, you idiots. Go ahead and prove Ratzinger right. Holy war's the answer to EVERYTHING these days, isn't it? Haihhh. It's getting old. The Pope's getting old. He might have made a mistake. His words could have been taken out of context. Or, he could just be goading you extremist "I solve everything with a bomb" militants to solve this issue with a bomb. Let it slide. He's already issued an apology. Don't prove him right by picking up that sword. Just go bitch about it on your blog or something.

Sometimes, I think religion causes more problems than it solves.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Of Dolphins & Leeches

Yes they do. If you're a dolphin, you could be peacefully swimming in the nice blue sea when suddenly, this big gang of dolphins start humping you. Ditto if you're a duck. Or a goose. It's savage, but that's nature. You're a duck, happily waddling in a pond, and then suddenly this huge-assed black duck pounces on you and starts shoving its dirty yellow beak up your ass. Now how would that feel? Or maybe you get gangraped in the sky by a flock of other ducks while flying south for winter. Everyone thinks humans getting raped is bad, but no one is there to bring nature's rapists to justice. Goddamn non-consensual monsters.

Why am I researching dolphin rape? Cause I'm stuck fixing a dead-end bug which has been tearing my soul apart for the past couple of weeks. It's not easy, it's not fun, it's frustrating. It's more elusive than Carmen Sandiego in the final mission of "Where in Time is Carmen Sandiego?". I've been feeling so horrible. So so horrible. Do not walk by my cubicle. You might just get mauled to bloody ribbons of red flesh.

In other news, my cubemate reported that his mother's friend's friend died because she had leeches living in her stomach. Yes, leeches, those damn little bloodsuckers. They live in leafy green vegetables (or so the story goes), and if they're not dead when you eat them, they'll start interior decorating your intestines and stomach and live there. Then they'll have sex with each other or breed asexually, and they'll lay their little eggs in all those niches in your intestines. Those small, roundish, yellow eggs. And then the eggs will hatch, and little baby leeches will slither out, and then they'll have leech sex and before you know it, there are thousands of leeches living inside your stomach. Apparently, at this point, your stomach will get bloated. And there will be nothing you can do but die. An operation to remove the leeches will be futile on account of their sharp leechy teeth which bite into the walls of your stomach. Is this true? Is this false? I don't know. My cubemate just said so.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Slowing Down on Guild Wars

I've been working hard on Guild Wars. Really hard. So hard that when I sleep, I dream I'm playing the game. It happened last night. Due to the late nights spent playing Guild Wars, I quaffed two shots of Vasparov (if only to conserve my spankingly brand new Dewars) and went to bed at 2am. This after finishing a couple of Conan (the Cimmerian, not the detective) stories. Winked out, and then I was back in Cantha, fighting the Am Fah in the crowded streets of Kaineng City. Oh how easy life is when you can kill some bad guys and discover a rare bow.

Anyway, Guild Wars has been taking up a lot of my life lately. I was finally able to finish the Factions story quests over the weekend. And then I went back to finish up the side quests of the other faction which I wasn't using. So actually, it wasn't all that hard to finish up Guild Wars. Or at least the main storyline. I just... went off track earlier because I wasn't playing the game right.

Now it's time to slow down a bit, maybe go back to Tyria to finish up the high level stuff... and wait for Nightfall in October.

In other news, if you're heading off to the mamak on the other side of the road from your office and you see dark clouds all over the place, please bring an umbrella. Don't end up soaked like me.