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Well, this certainly still exists. Imagine my surprise.
We had Kim's birthday party this past weekend, and I only really call it a birthday party because I don't have the time or energy to look up the proper name for a cross between a Bacchanalia and a massive tribute to a mortal woman. I'll figure it out later, but that's really what went on. I'm not one to say excessively stupid things like "I will never drink again," but this would be the third time in my life where I took a mental step back and considered the merits for a few moments. All I can say there is that, perhaps, I will never egg Nikki on while drinking, again.
Actually, that's probably the common thread between two incidents of such self destruction now. I should probably give that a little deeper consideration.
Our new community outreach coordinator, Brooke, is remarkable at her job. Somewhat unfortunately, the majority of her job boils down to "find things for Seth and Brooke to attend and give lectures at". The woman is just starting and has already put the feather in her cap previously held in the "feathers for your hat when you make someone work 14 days straight" case. I'll let you puzzle out how she did that, but let's say that it involved making me work 14 days straight. We were haggard at the end of it, like a pair of unlikely buddy-cop movie stars who had slugged their way through a crime cartel and came out with the appropriate number of saved children and actresses. Except we actually just spent alot of time running around and talking. But, at times, our audience wasn't in formal dress attire, so the comparison is pretty close.
I gave up on raiding yet again with The New Guild I was playing with. I did this about a month ago, in a decision that wasn't hard at all due to the reason that brought me to making it. These were decent people, all in all, despite being internet folk. But at the end of the equation, I really just couldn't give a flying sniper-trained assassin dolphin about the whole deal. I didn't really know these people and that meant their successes or failures didn't seem to give me any personal sense of accomplishment or drive to do better. Considering that it was that exact situation I was fishing for, I realized that I was pretty much done. I resolved to just let my WoW account linger when I would log in for an hour or two maaaybe and tool around on some alts. But then, of course, there was Brooke, holding my work schedule in her hands and mangling it with a gleeful chitter that haunts me to this very day.
Either that or she cheerfully asked me if I had time to do such and such event, and I happily agreed. It was only after this process had repeated ten times or so did I realize (far, far too late) that she was in fact a witch and had performed dark trickery upon me.
I'd say I learned my lesson, but I just spent my weekend drinking myself into a blackout and then recovering, so really the lesson here is that I do not in fact learn them.
Slow, burn, let it all fade out,
And pull the curtain down.
Wonder where you've been.
You've earned everything you found.
And painted faces frown,
I'll say I knew you when.
We had Kim's birthday party this past weekend, and I only really call it a birthday party because I don't have the time or energy to look up the proper name for a cross between a Bacchanalia and a massive tribute to a mortal woman. I'll figure it out later, but that's really what went on. I'm not one to say excessively stupid things like "I will never drink again," but this would be the third time in my life where I took a mental step back and considered the merits for a few moments. All I can say there is that, perhaps, I will never egg Nikki on while drinking, again.
Actually, that's probably the common thread between two incidents of such self destruction now. I should probably give that a little deeper consideration.
Our new community outreach coordinator, Brooke, is remarkable at her job. Somewhat unfortunately, the majority of her job boils down to "find things for Seth and Brooke to attend and give lectures at". The woman is just starting and has already put the feather in her cap previously held in the "feathers for your hat when you make someone work 14 days straight" case. I'll let you puzzle out how she did that, but let's say that it involved making me work 14 days straight. We were haggard at the end of it, like a pair of unlikely buddy-cop movie stars who had slugged their way through a crime cartel and came out with the appropriate number of saved children and actresses. Except we actually just spent alot of time running around and talking. But, at times, our audience wasn't in formal dress attire, so the comparison is pretty close.
I gave up on raiding yet again with The New Guild I was playing with. I did this about a month ago, in a decision that wasn't hard at all due to the reason that brought me to making it. These were decent people, all in all, despite being internet folk. But at the end of the equation, I really just couldn't give a flying sniper-trained assassin dolphin about the whole deal. I didn't really know these people and that meant their successes or failures didn't seem to give me any personal sense of accomplishment or drive to do better. Considering that it was that exact situation I was fishing for, I realized that I was pretty much done. I resolved to just let my WoW account linger when I would log in for an hour or two maaaybe and tool around on some alts. But then, of course, there was Brooke, holding my work schedule in her hands and mangling it with a gleeful chitter that haunts me to this very day.
Either that or she cheerfully asked me if I had time to do such and such event, and I happily agreed. It was only after this process had repeated ten times or so did I realize (far, far too late) that she was in fact a witch and had performed dark trickery upon me.
I'd say I learned my lesson, but I just spent my weekend drinking myself into a blackout and then recovering, so really the lesson here is that I do not in fact learn them.
Slow, burn, let it all fade out,
And pull the curtain down.
Wonder where you've been.
You've earned everything you found.
And painted faces frown,
I'll say I knew you when.