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Guild Whores
So, I’m playing Guild Wars for the first time in nearly a year, and at first I’m reminded of why I love the game. The graphics are luscious, the sound effects are superb, Jeremy Soule the composer of the score is a genius, and the combat while vaguely turn based is still pretty spiffy.
I also have a favorite character of all the slots I have. ( Read more... ) -
Things and Stuff
I love being vague and noncommittal in my post titles ( Read more... ) -
Life Angst
Well now, I’m sitting at my otherwise fave coffee shop, and was in a fairly good mood when I walked up, but their wireless is down, they effed up my order, I’m sitting outside cause it’s too crowded, which means I can’t plug in the ‘puter, I suddenly have a headache from the ever-so-bright “Day Star”…
At least I’m well fed. Yay for silver linings!
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Insomnia
I only smoke weed when I need to.
And I need to d]get some rest.
Where's the sex?
I confess,
I burned a hole in the matress.
Yes, yes it was me.
I plead guilty.
And at the count of three.
I pull back the duvet.
Make my way to the refridgeratah.
One dry potatah inside,
No lie, not even bread, jam.
When the light above my head went BAM!
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Writer's Block: Sweet Tooth
It all started with Easter, coincidentally enough. I LOVE peanut butter, and my whole hearted pity and condolences go out to all people allergic to peanuts, even slightly. In any case, The year Reese's came out with the big fat PB Egg, I got one in my basket. It was AWE-some. I had never had that much (imho) perfectly sweetened PB in my life before ( Read more... ) -
An excersize in 'Second Person' writing.
UNTITLED
It is early winter, or late autumn. Either way, the trees are bare and the wind is bitter cold, but no snow has yet fallen. The old cobbles are cold enough to draw the moisture out of the air and blanket themselves in frost. The night is clear, but for the occasional puff of cloud. The moon shines full and bright, causing the frost ( Read more... ) -
A "Haary Pooter" Brain Spew
I know I'm paraphrasing the lines here, I don't bloody care. Accuracy was not the point.
"Professor, " asked Harry, "What do you see when you look in the Mirror of Erised?"
Dumbledore gazed into the glass. He saw Gellert Grindelwald, as the young man he once was when Albus first knew him. He was dressed in figure hugging black leather which showed ( Read more... ) -
Well now...
I have a Live Journal. Well, duh. Anyroad, I went and opened this account. I was once on as either Kenlow or Narniqaan. Don't remember any more. I also had a fake one of a fictional character whom I WAS going to write about his awakening to a dark world of modern archana and his decent into it. Well, it's been so long since I last logged on to ( Read more... )