World of Warcraft
Every once in a while, I would think about writing a journal entry. Instead, I would play World of Warcraft. It's enjoyable, accessable, and there is a lot to be done. A lot.
For those of you familiar with the most popular massive multiplayer online role-playing game in existence, I joined a raiding guild. We aren't very far because of a massive guild split while nearing the end of Blackwing Lair, but I do have a lot of epic armor (5 pieces of tier-1, 2 of tier-2). For those uninitiated, most of my time as a Druid is spent pushing one button for, say, three to four hours. Wendy's Warlock, on the other hand, gets to push maybe four. I was just reading this article on the World of Warcraft, and I think I may want to begin slowly distancing myself from the game. I have excellent raid attendance, but my free time might be better spent elsewhere. I actually do see a lot of what is said in there in my guild, not that it really bothers me that much because I imagine that many would probably spend their time drinking themselves into a stupor otherwise. Thank Blizzard for Warcraft!
Like three months ago, I wanted to share with you all the glory of Chuck Norris. Sadly, I was too busy playing Warcraft and discussing Chuck Norris in-game to Alt-Tab out and write up an entry. For those of you still unfamiliar with the phenomenon, you can be up to speed by Thanksgiving, just in time to share a few laughs between those awkward pauses in conversation with your relatives by checking up on www.chucknorrisfacts.com which interestingly beats out Chuck Norris's own homepage on Google's rankings.
Favorite: "As a teen, Chuck Norris had sex with every nun in a convent tucked away in the hills of Tuscany. Nine months later, the nuns gave birth to the 1972 Miami Dolphins, the only undefeated and untied team in professional football history." Sometimes I give people the wrong impression that I am a knowledgebale football fan when I recite that "fact". My license plate also gives that wrong impression: "Nine999". Other drivers have idea that they should shout at me from the other lane, "HEY! Hey, yeah, are you a football fan?! I see you've got the Fourty-Niners on your plate!! Haha, good one!" It's actually just a lucky Chinese number according to my parents. Nine that is, not having four of those nines. Four is a terrible number in Chinese, but hey, the more the merrier.
So I've moved back with my parents, and this sucks. I like being back in a good, clean, orderly house, but my dad keeps telling me to do stuff and gives me all this advice that should go to like a 10-year old. Like stuff about being a man and being careful not to touch the fireplace or knives. And then my mom cleans up my room without letting me know sometimes, and that's nice and all, but really, I'm, what, 24 now? Please, please give me some dignity, people. At least Mickey understands what I'm going through. Oh yeah, and then I have to explain to my mom about my bar crawl shirt when she asks what "Gettin' Shitty in Iowa City" means.
Also, Grandma lives five minutes away. She's nice enough, but she's old-school Chinese, meaning that she threatens to cut you if you don't do what she says. Seriously, I saw her hold up a knife to Mickey when he was sniffing at her dried-out sea-worms or whatever the fuck they were. She's pretty cool most other times, though, selling her garden vegetables at the flea market and making us food.
Next month, I hope to have a Nintendo Wii. I can't afford the Playstation 3, and I'm already behind since I don't own the PS2. I went to the local game store that just opened up nearby, and I was talking to them about the DS and asked them about the Wii, and the guy had no idea what I was talking about, and I was like, "Ummmm... you know, Nintendo's next-generation gaming platform with the remote control/nunchuck peripheral," and he was like, "OH! The Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii." That dumb shit.
I'm going to clean up the room before my mom does it for me. I'll write more later, promise.
For those of you familiar with the most popular massive multiplayer online role-playing game in existence, I joined a raiding guild. We aren't very far because of a massive guild split while nearing the end of Blackwing Lair, but I do have a lot of epic armor (5 pieces of tier-1, 2 of tier-2). For those uninitiated, most of my time as a Druid is spent pushing one button for, say, three to four hours. Wendy's Warlock, on the other hand, gets to push maybe four. I was just reading this article on the World of Warcraft, and I think I may want to begin slowly distancing myself from the game. I have excellent raid attendance, but my free time might be better spent elsewhere. I actually do see a lot of what is said in there in my guild, not that it really bothers me that much because I imagine that many would probably spend their time drinking themselves into a stupor otherwise. Thank Blizzard for Warcraft!
Like three months ago, I wanted to share with you all the glory of Chuck Norris. Sadly, I was too busy playing Warcraft and discussing Chuck Norris in-game to Alt-Tab out and write up an entry. For those of you still unfamiliar with the phenomenon, you can be up to speed by Thanksgiving, just in time to share a few laughs between those awkward pauses in conversation with your relatives by checking up on www.chucknorrisfacts.com which interestingly beats out Chuck Norris's own homepage on Google's rankings.
Favorite: "As a teen, Chuck Norris had sex with every nun in a convent tucked away in the hills of Tuscany. Nine months later, the nuns gave birth to the 1972 Miami Dolphins, the only undefeated and untied team in professional football history." Sometimes I give people the wrong impression that I am a knowledgebale football fan when I recite that "fact". My license plate also gives that wrong impression: "Nine999". Other drivers have idea that they should shout at me from the other lane, "HEY! Hey, yeah, are you a football fan?! I see you've got the Fourty-Niners on your plate!! Haha, good one!" It's actually just a lucky Chinese number according to my parents. Nine that is, not having four of those nines. Four is a terrible number in Chinese, but hey, the more the merrier.
So I've moved back with my parents, and this sucks. I like being back in a good, clean, orderly house, but my dad keeps telling me to do stuff and gives me all this advice that should go to like a 10-year old. Like stuff about being a man and being careful not to touch the fireplace or knives. And then my mom cleans up my room without letting me know sometimes, and that's nice and all, but really, I'm, what, 24 now? Please, please give me some dignity, people. At least Mickey understands what I'm going through. Oh yeah, and then I have to explain to my mom about my bar crawl shirt when she asks what "Gettin' Shitty in Iowa City" means.
Also, Grandma lives five minutes away. She's nice enough, but she's old-school Chinese, meaning that she threatens to cut you if you don't do what she says. Seriously, I saw her hold up a knife to Mickey when he was sniffing at her dried-out sea-worms or whatever the fuck they were. She's pretty cool most other times, though, selling her garden vegetables at the flea market and making us food.
Next month, I hope to have a Nintendo Wii. I can't afford the Playstation 3, and I'm already behind since I don't own the PS2. I went to the local game store that just opened up nearby, and I was talking to them about the DS and asked them about the Wii, and the guy had no idea what I was talking about, and I was like, "Ummmm... you know, Nintendo's next-generation gaming platform with the remote control/nunchuck peripheral," and he was like, "OH! The Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii." That dumb shit.
I'm going to clean up the room before my mom does it for me. I'll write more later, promise.