A Nightmare Before Kefka

Still visiting my parents because my dad has some work he needs help with, and I have some debt I need to repay to my good friend Jared.

Usually when I visit my parents, I do it on a routine. I visit one weekend, stay home the next weekend, visit the next one, etc. Which worked out well, because every two weeks my parents would go away for the weekend. So I'm visiting one weekend, they're gone the next, etc. So this is the first time in many months that I have been here for a weekend that they have not.

My brother had a party. My parents knew he was having one, but it wasn't a small party. It was supposed to be a "beer pong tournament". I was bribed to stay in my room for the whole of the party, fifteen dollars and a fair amount of pizza. So I elected to move my computer upstairs. Which I would have done whether or not I was going to use it, like hell I'm going to leave Dr. Badass in the hands of drunken idiots. It worked out fairly well for me, I ended up starting an anime I'd downloaded but never gotten around to watching, Berserk. A lot better than I thought it would be, I have six episodes left.

The party got out of hand when more people showed up than were invited, but I found myself more or less unaffected by the ordeal, aside from having no internet.

I found a bottle of Bawls in my room. It turns out that energy drinks can expire. This, I did not know. I like energy drinks, so I decided to go ahead with this, and drank about a third of it before I decided that it tasted absolutely disgusting. I was disappointed.

Anyways, the rest of the night went by with only a few incidents, mostly drunk people being loud outside and bothering our neighbours. But it was not my party, it was not my responsibility, so I didn't care.

The next day, I had Kate over, we watched Taken, cooked food, and had a good time. She still won't have sex with me. But I'm far from giving up.

Then Dave came over, we watched Fired Up and Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

I'd seen all of the movies I watched yesterday, but it was fun watching them again.

Dave ended up crashing here for the night, we wandered Rockwood, and fought a dozen ninja robot aliens. They were unkind to us.

And now I am going to log into World of Warcraft and wait for a raid to start that I don't want to be part of. I don't want to raid a fourth night a week, but the raiders are being required to at least make an attempt. I personally hope that we don't get enough people on-line and have to give up.

Also, a large number of the DPS in the raids are now upset with a player named Takoro, a healer. He was sitting out of the raid and just listening to us on vent when we wiped again, then commented on how when we wipe, it seems to always be a problem with the DPS, and not the healers. He continued prodding at us until the person that owned the vent server moved him into another channel to shut him up. It's the first time I've put someone that raids with us on /ignore and also muted them on vent. He shall stay that way, because if you know me at all, then you know that I tend to hold grudges.

But anyways, I suppose I'd best check in now. At least until the raid forms, I can just keep watching Berserk.

Until next time,
I watched a movie today where a zombie wrestled a shark. Fucking badass.
~Kataron

Cruising

So I decided to do something completely pointless today.

I got a Twitter account. (Kataron was taken by someone advertising something, so I had to settle for Kataron_. Don't bother checking it, it is utterly pointless).

Why? I dunno. I'm not a fan of the whole Twitter idea anyway. It's like a Facebook status. And I never, ever, ever update my Facebook status. Probably because I avoid Facebook as though it has leprosy, but that's beside the point.

Do you want to know why I REALLY got Twitter? Hm? Do you? Spoiler alert, it's pathetic. I saw an advertisement on EvilAvatar for a WoW addon that allowed one to...."tweet", I believe it is called, from within World of Warcraft...It also had a neat feature to add screenshots...So I figured "Meh".

It's another website I will rarely update, and when I do update, whoever reads it will not give a shit. Kind of like this blog. I don't think anyone actually reads this anymore, but it's three thirty in the morning, Megavideo won't let me watch another episode of Burn Notice, and I don't feel like getting emotionally involved with a movie this late at night.

So I decided to rant about things.

When I rule the world, I think I'm going to have a number of death squads. You know, people that work for me that just go around dealing out horrible deaths to those who oppose me. I'm trying to decide on their uniform. Do I go something standard, like a stormtrooper or a soldier? Or do I make them wear clown clothes? That would be kind of awesome.

"Hey look, clowns!"

"....Why do they have machetes?"

Awesome.

I wish I could whistle. Can't do it. Not that I've put all that much effort into figuring out how, it seems too difficult to be worth it. The only reason I can think of that I might want to whistle would be for an inappropriate cat-call. And frankly, I don't leave the house enough to see girls that I might whistle at.

Another thing I've never had?

Warning: You probably don't want to read this next section. So just scroll down until you see more bold text alerting you to when it is safe.

I have never had a wet dream. This was a large point of discussion last time I visited my parents, when I was drinking with Eric and Cameron. I have no idea how the subject came up (lol), but they were incredulous and drunk at the fact that I have never, EVER had a wet dream. Even when I was first ascending into puberty, I got nothin'.

Frankly, it sounds like an interesting experience. I once heard of somebody having a wet dream (I won't say who) about how they were running a race in the olypmics or something, and then they won, and then BAM. Orgasm. Must have been the best race ever.

Okay, you can read again now.

Felt I should mention that.

You know who I hate?

The goddamn Rebel Alliance. FUCKING REBELS. They should just give in to the Empire. They know what's what. They've got their fancy white uniforms. And hey, good guys wear white, right?

Ten bonus points to anyone that got the clothing reference.

But yeah, rebels are whiny little bitches that should all just shut the fuck up and die. I always hated playing as the Rebels in Battlefront. Eric used to play them, I was the Imperials, and I'd just come in and wreck shit. We had epic battles for control of the galaxy. Whatever he tried, he simple could not defeat me on...Naboo, I think. And I could NOT wrest the cloud city of Bespin from his control. This is oldschool Battlefront, btw. ANYWAYS, in the end, I just blew the fucker up. Take that, BESPIN. Or should I say...BLEWUPSPIN.

That goes out to Eric, who complained that I never talk about how much I hate the Rebels anymore....And let it be known that even if I don't rant about hating something these days, I still hate it. Whatever it is that I ranted about in the past about hating, there's a 99.63% chance that I still hate it. I'm a very hateful person.

Speaking of which, I hate kids. In all shapes and forms, I just despise children. Pretty much up until the point that they hit puberty. Yeah, that's not true, I actually hate them more at that point. That's when they get MORE bitchy and whiny and fucked up. Even when I watch a movie with a child actor in it, I get distracted from the plot of the movie by thinking about how much I hate them. Maybe I hate child actors more than I hate actual children (we all know actors aren't real people.), but I don't actually have much experience with actual children these days. Which is for the best, I have little patience and am a horrible influence.

So Chris is getting married in WoW. In RP. His character is a woman. The other night in the raid he was talking about his wedding dress. It was difficult not yelling "GAY" at him until my fingers hurt. I think the wedding is this weekend. Sunday or something. I will of course not be attending. Even though Chris' character is marrying a member of my RP House (Clan Anvilmar), a little Gnome affectionately known as "The Foodle". I dislike the wedding both in character and out of character. Plus I could be doing much more productive things than watch Chris get married in a video game. Like bash my head repeatedly into a wall. Or set a tree on fire. Or try to teach an invisible animal tricks that I cannot see whether or not it is performing properly. Or ritualistic suicide.

So I'm visiting my parents this weekend, just got in today. My dad might have a bit of work lined up, which would mean that I could give Jared a bit of money, which would please him.

Sometimes in my mind I see Jared as Jabba the Hutt, except with glasses. Weird, huh?

And I guess Eric is gone for the summer, which means no late night walks for me this visit, which is a shame because I enjoy those when I come back. Even though all we talk about is World of Warcraft. STILL FUN.

What the fuck, I just noticed a new tab at the top of this page. I wonder how long it's been there. Probably a long time, I don't check this shit. I see "Posting", "Settings", "Template". Those are all normal. But now I notice another, "Monetize".

I shall click on it now.

Ugh, it's advertising. That's what my blog needs...Advertising...God dammit that's stupid. I wonder if it would be one of those advertisement things that looks at words on the webpage and makes "related" ads for them. That's intriguing. I wonder what my ads would be....Probably something about World of Warcraft, and then something sexual, like an ad for Viagra or something.

OR MAYBE BOTH OF THEM TOGETHER. WOULDN'T THAT BE WONDERFUL. You'll note that that wasn't actually a question. No question mark.

Now my head hurts, so I'm going to bed.

Until next time,
Making a Twitter account is like trying to rape a scorpion. Figure that one out for yourself.
~Kataron

Digital Love

Afternoon, ladies.

So, what is there to talk about today.

I saw Transformers 2 on the weekend with Scott, Jared, and Megan. It was AWESOME. A nonstop robot rumble with a lot of casualties. Just what I look for in a movie. Could have done without a few "comic relief" characters, and I got exceedingly tired of the whole relationship story between the two main characters, but aside from that, it was golden.

Then we all hung out in our living room and chatted about this and that until I think about four in the morning. The next day we hit up the mall, tried to connect my PS2 to the projector for some Shadow of the Colossus action, but it didn't seem to want to work. We're not sure why. In the end we moved a tv in front of the screen, but it's below enough that it doesn't actually obscure anyone's view of it, so now we can use the PS2 out there if we want. Which is fine, I haven't used it in here in at least a month.

I suppose there's some big news in that Michael Jackson has died. Not sure why this is big news. Why is it that as soon as some random celebrity dies, everyone throws a fit? I honestly can't remember the last time I gave a shit about somebody in the media dying. The comical thing is that all the newspapers are now writing him up as some kind of idol. Amusing, because Michael Jackson had been the butt of jokes for years, and the media was not kind to him. That is of course until he died. Now they're playing nice, not that it matters.

I always figured he was guilty of violating the kid from Home Alone, I wasn't a fan of his music, and the guy freaked me out. So I'm not really hurt by this turn of events.

Yep.

To anybody interested, we're looking to get Tales of Rusitu Maitas up and running again in its new format, upgraded from the site that was hosted previously. Unfortunately, all character applications have been lost and people will need to reapply. Also, we're looking into a way to get Against All Odds going again, also on this new format. If you visited the most recent Rusitu Maitas, you'll know that it's a map format. We're looking to do something similar with Against All Odds, but instead of a big area already mapped out, we want to leave it mostly blank, and have the players decide what they encounter as they move out from the starting areas. If we get enough interest off the bat, we'll probably have multiple starting areas, as that was the main failing of our last attempt. A dozen people trying to RP in a single thread, it didn't go all that well...But that will be fixed.

I'm currently working on an old RP story that Seth and I had going. I'm taking the basic idea and running with that as my own story. We had most of it mapped out, the key points, but it should be fun to write. Keep an eye out for that in the future, I'll probably post at least the first bit on here within the week. Keep your eyes peeled you cockbags.

Also, I have some funny videos for you to watch.

Jon Lajoie's take on MJ's death. I lol'ed.

A funny song about internet comments.

uhhh....Can't think of any others at this moment in time.

THERE. I UPDATED.

Until next time,
Last night I had a dream where I was the Avatar...I made a giant rockman and crushed a small town.
~Kataron

Rise of Mercy

I had a dream last night in which there was a viral outbreak of a zombie disease, but then it took an odd turn. I began the dream as myself, rounded up because I had very visible symptoms (weakness, skin turning grey), and I was imprisoned with a few other people in a government facility where they could keep an eye on us. The cells were weird, no bars or anything, but they were raised platforms with partial walls between the cells, and a two-story drop in front of them.

Somehow the disease passed and it was everyone else that was affected by it, not the people that had visible symptoms earlier.

Oh, did I mention that Andrew was in the cell next to me? Yeah, me and Andrew.

For some reason the cells then lowered themselves, and...erm...we....Well, we morphed into our WoW characters. Kataron and Angrus. And there weren't any zombies in the facility, just...for some reason...wolves. Like the kind you would find in the starter zone in Elwynn Forest...

My dreams are usually about zombies, occasionally about WoW, but this is the first time I can recall them being both. Also there was some kind of nuclear reactor. And someone that resembled Kevin Bacon.

I think my subconcious is crazy.

CRAAAAAAAZY.

So we downed the second-last boss in Ulduar on Thursday, pretty exciting. We're up to the old God now, and we're gonna rip him a new one.

I went drinking with Eric and Cameron last night. Not so much for the drinking, but for the obvious entertainment of seeing those two get drunk. Not a big fan of the Rockwood bars, or most drinking in general, but it was fun. Cameron is a hilarious drunk. I stayed mostly sober, only three rum and cokes and a shot of something Jenny recommended, but that was over the four hours we were at the bar, while the others had a constant stream of drinks. I think they were up to six or seven pitchers and two shots when Eric made friends with the bathroom floor. I had to help him walk home, as he had trouble just standing still, or getting off the bathroom floor for that matter. Sort of reminiscent of Dave at my birthday.

When I got Eric home, I walked Cameron most of the way back (he seemed more sober than Eric, but he had done no predrinking and had eaten a full meal just before coming down), and we had a nice chat about WoW.

Then I got back, tried to play TF2, but my reflexes were somewhat slowed, I was a little tipsy. I am an easy, easy drunk. So then I chatted a little, and went to bed.

When I woke up, Kate had called, and then I hung out with her all afternoon. We watched 21 and Sex Drive, both of which I have seen before, but both of which are pretty good. 21 being a movie about blackjack, Sex Drive being a decent sort of teen comedy.

So far it's been a pretty good weekend visiting my parents, and it's Father's Day tomorrow. Well technically today.

Unfortunately I am missing Seth's last night in Cambridge before he goes to work at a camp for the rest of the summer. Which is a shame, because I miss that glorious bastard something fierce. Some of the best weekends I had in high school were the ones I spent with Seth.

I still remember the first time I met him, I was hanging out with Jared and Seth's sister, whom I was already friends with, and then Seth and I got talking about video games, and I realized "This kid is fucking awesome". So when he gets back from the camp job, I have got to go spend a weekend with him like the good old days.

...So I downloaded The Sims 3 the other day. Didn't really want to pay for yet another Sims title that will have repeated expansions, each as costly as the last. So I hit up TPB (The Pirate Bay, you fools) and got it for freeeeeeee.

I'm glad I didn't pay for it. I played it for about three hours, then got bored of it. The character customization is pretty good, but what's the point? When am I going to be locked in on my sim's face? All that matters to me, for the most part, is the clothing, And the hair. Aside from that, I could not possibly care less what my sim looks like. So allowing me to customize the facial features, the nose, the eyes, it's completely fucking pointless.

Aside from that, my favourite thing about the franchise is flirting with ladies and getting some woohoo. But in this game it is so fucking easy. Just set a trait as "flirty", and you get all kinds of social options to woo the ladies...And if THEY have the flirty trait, then it's like shooting fish in a barrel. But in this case the fish is a woman. And the gun is my penis. And the barrel is the bed I guess? Shit, I don't know.

I have no interest in the ease at which I can seduce women in this game. The challenge is gone. In the three hours I played, I got to the point where I was literally meeting the women, and bedding them the same day, with no effort whatsoever. Boring.

So I've already lost interest in the game.

Also, the aging process has me irritated. When I have a character go to work, they generally come back with a hundred and some-odd dollars, but when I only have a limited amount of time, a limited number of days to work and move up and try to reach the height of a profession when I have a limited time to do so. It makes all of the money my sims bring home for a day of work....Lessened.

Yeah. Anyways...

I think that's all for this particular moment of time.

Until next time,
If I was a criminal mastermind, I would put explosive labels on all barrels without explosive contents, and no labels on the barrels with the boom boom.
~Kataron

Get to the Choppa!

Ladies and gentlemen, I am awesome.

Why am I awesome, you ask? Well, by this point you should already know. I am disappointed in each and every one of you.

But in this specific instance, I am awesome because of what I just bought in World of Warcraft. Hold on, you say. How can something in a game make you awesome? It's not even real. Well, fuck you.

It's awesome because it's a goddamn fucking motorcycle. That's right. I now ride around in a motorcycle.

That's stupid, you may say. Well, unfortunately, you are incorrect. The word you were looking for is awesome. Or possibly badass. Or possibly sexy and/or manly. Any of those options works just fine.

Why is this such a big deal, you ask? Because it's fucking expensive. To just buy the parts (which you have to be an engineer to buy), it costs you twelve thousand, five hundred gold. Consider that the epic flyer, the best purchase you can make in the game, costs five thousand. This is twice that. Plus a big. Plus you need to get an engineer with the plans (the plans alone cost three hundred), plus you need to get a handful of other stuff.

The list of items needed:

Twelve Titansteel bars. These bars are made from titanium and various elementals, and you can only make one bar every twenty hours. In the beginning of Wrath of the Lich King, these things were going for a thousand gold a piece. Now they cost eighty gold a piece on the Auction House.

Forty Handfuls of Cobalt Bolts. To be honest, these aren't difficult to get, they're just really irritating. Cobalt spawns a lot less frequently than saronite, making it (though worth less) more time-consuming to farm.

Two Arctic Furs. These can be skinned off of any creature in Northrend, though they have a very low rate of being skinned. Luckily I had six of them in my bank, so this was not an issue.

Then comes the expensive stuff.

Eight Goblin-Machined Pistons. These cost a thousand gold a piece, making them altogether the biggest money-sink. You can only by these from a certain person, you must be an engineer, and there is no way to make it cheaper or make them yourself.

One Elementium-plated Exhaust Pipe. The exhaust has gotta come out somewhere. Apparently somewhere plated with elementium. Whatever the fuck that is. One thousand five hundred gold, also only purchased by engineers from a certain person and impossible to craft on your own.

Then there's the Salvaged Iron Golem Parts. Three thousand gold, same details apply to both of the previous ones.

Also, if you are really quite lucky, you may find one of these pieces when disassembling the Flame Leviathan, the first boss in twenty-five man Ulduar.

I was very fortunate tonight in that I managed to coerce Ravenfury to give me the cobalt bolts as well as the golem parts, because we were lucky enough to get the golem parts from the first boss in Ulduar, and it can literally only be used to create motorcycles.

So that's twelve thousand five hundred gold. Plus three hundred for the plans. Plus a hundred for the arctic fur, who knows how much for the cobalt, let's say a hundred and fifty because I don't want to check auction house prices, a thousand for Titansteel, and whatever tip the engineer wants. That's fourteen thousand gold total, not counting a tip for the engineer. And I got it for three thousand less than that.

...I probably should have tipped Hex, but I will make it up to him. I did, however, the other week donate him large amounts of saronite ore so that he could level his engineering, and did not charge him a copper.

I'll still try to find something nice to do for him for taking the time to make it for me though.

But at any rate, I'm going to drive around for a little while in it, then call it a night.

Until next time,
Fucking badass.
~Kataron