Moderation Is Key

Howdy folks.

Just popping in for a quick blog post before I wander off to sleep/plot the downfall of man.

Haven't really done much since I last posted. I did think today was Wednesday, though. Very disappointing to learn that I was mistaken.

Tonight, Eric and I were gonna hang out. And by that, I mean that I'd been talking to him on Sunday, and we'd decided to hang out since it was the only night of the week he had free. But I called his house a few times, and eventually learned that, no, he was over at Josh/Jake/girlJoshJake's house. Normally this would mean another evening of sitting around my bedroom playing video games in the dark and pondering what a sad and lonely life I lead, but instead Rebecca randomly called me. To see if I knew the release date of Fable 2. Now with Gamefaqs at my disposal, I learn that it's slated for release sometime in 2007 with no specified time given. At that point though, I didn't know. We ended up talking for a few minutes, and next thing I knew we'd agreed to hang out and watch Ultimate Avengers, since she's one of the few people I hang out with that hasn't seen it. She'd been wanting to see it for a while, so I went over there and we watched it on her enormous projector dealy in the basement.

Then I came home, watched the season finale of House, and drew a diagram briefly outlining my plan for the enslavement of mankind. It's a flow chart.

That essentially brings us to tonight.

Few random points to discuss now.

Just before I came down here to go on-line, I saw a commercial for a new movie. Room 1408, it was called. I thought it rang a bell when I heard the title, and when I saw more of it in the commercial, I thought to myself "hey...I know this...". And I did. It's going to be a film adaptation of one of Stephen King's short stories. This one was in his book of short stories, Everything's Eventual, and it was one of my favourite stories in the book. Essentially it's a hotel room that's pretty dang haunted, and a journalist of some sort decides to spend the night there, having heard the stories, in order to write one himself. Long story short, GHOSTS! Looks like it's going to star John Cusack and Samuel L. Jackson. And as we all know, nothing with Samuel L. Jackson can be anything short of awesome.

Aside from that, there's not much more to say. Well, there's always more to say, but I need more time to sort through it all and decide what to post, and what not to post.

But let me just say that police brutality is a good thing. Especially in the cases of damn dirty hippy rallies. They seem hardly "peaceful" anyway. Those damn hippies just go out of their way to give the police a hard time. And I say it's about time they return the favour: With bullets! Or at least...you know, extremely violent acts that far outweigh what needs to be done on their part. Just smash some skulls, men. They're hippies. The pond scum of society. We don't like them, you don't like them. They think that people like them, but really, no. No they don't. Only hippies like other hippies. With their hemp clothing, and their bong water, and other such related items.

In fact, protesting stupid causes in itself should be a crime. And I should be the one to decide which causes are stupid or not. I should be given a desk, a nice big salary, and I should be spending all day going over a computer screen at a list of causes, clicking either "Stupid" or "Don't care". That's how it should be done. There wouldn't be any more of them protesting KFC. Or McDonald's. Or anywhere else that doesn't treat their animals well. Because the hippies that are protesting that are stupid. There are humans having human problems out there, why the fuck should anybody be concerned about the treatment of animals whose birthright is death?

There also wouldn't be any more of those goddamn fucking idiots protesting the release of violent games. In fact, I'd have Jack Thompson arrested just for fun, and put him in a cell with some burly black guys that love the Grand Theft Auto series. See how well he fares there.

But if there's an actual protest that isn't stupid. Like...Protesting the lack of gorgeous women, or protesting the very idea of pepsi. Those would be worthy causes. I would not click "stupid".

So dammit, Government of Canada, give me that job, and make protesting illegal. Or the U.S. could do that. I'm easy. As long as I'm getting paid lots for clicking hippies to jail or horrible beatings, I know I've done my part. And if the U.S. did that, maybe I'd get interviewed on the Colbert Report, and I could tell him how much I hate those fucking long-haired hippy bastards.

And I'd probably dress like M. Bison. 'cause I'd rock like that.

Anyways, Nate tired. Nate sleep.

Until next time,
Anyone who opposes me shall be destroyed!
~Kataron

Poker Face

Howdy all. My weekend's been pretty good.

Very...churchy, though, which is surprising, considering Agnostic me.

Friday's youth group I already discussed, so Saturday came after that. Andrew was in town to try to sell some t-shirts to saps at a little car wash/junk sale they had at a church down on Harris street. This was the first churchy event of the weekend. I didn't want the guy to be there all alone, so I got up early and went down to hang with him. It was pretty fun, just him and I hanging out for a few hours. Eric showed up about half an hour before it ended, when we'd already been out for about three hours. Most of it wasn't overly sunny, but by the end of it, that flaming bastard was rearing its ugly head and giving me a sunburn. *shakes fist*

We only sold two t-shirts, both to the wife of the person that had convinced us to show up, but we did spread the word some about the drop-in.

After that, we chilled at Eric's for a while, watching a video taken at the drop-in weeks earlier, and setting it to different songs. And it actually worked for a lot of them. Which was strange.

Then Andrew had to leave, since he was taking his lady to the ballet that evening, so Eric got in touch with Josh, and then he came down. We went to some place in Guelph and they got some veal sandwiches. I wasn't particularly hungry, though I was impressed by the portions. Then we decided to get Rick. We didn't know where he lives, though. Well, we kinda knew, but I'd only seen it once, and Eric had only seen it twice. So we drove around for a while looking for it, then went to the Galaxy and phoned him, then got lost again looking for him, and eventually found him. It was probably forty-five minutes to an hour of driving around, in the Rebel car.

Yeah, Josh's car has a large Rebel symbol painted on the hood of it. It's pretty sweet. He also had those toy lightsabers in the back again, so I played with them a lot.

When we found Rick, we went back to Eric's place to watch Star Wars, Episode IV. That's Episode 4, for you non-Romans. That's A New Hope for you non-episoders. That's the first one from the original trilogy, for you stupids.

We were celebrating the thirtieth anniversary of Star Wars, so it seemed appropriate.

After the movie, I went home, they went somewhere, and I watched television for the rest of the day, then went to bed early with a killer headache.

Woke up today, played some Dark Cloud 2. Had fun. Then Eric called and asked if I was coming to 24/7 with him.

That's the church that Kip started in a night club. He'd told me I was going with him to it on Friday. I had a bit of a headache (possibly leftover from the night before), so I wasn't completely for it, but then I figured "What else am I gonna do all day?", and agreed to it. So I went down there, and hung out with him a bit until Chris picked us up at two-ish. I was surprised to see Aaron Salo in the car as well. Some of you might remember him, he was a guy in my grade back at Ross. I met him in grade nine. We were in the model airplane club together, and he was in my math class. There was also another guy. I never actually figured out his name. It was either Jake or Jack. He seemed to go by either.

Then we embarked on the long journey to Burlington. We got there about three-ish, and then proceeded to sit around and wait for the club owner to show up and let us and the others (including Andrew, who'd gotten there before us) in. When he finally did, we went in and helped wheel in chairs on a couple of dollies they had. That took a while, and seemed to be more effort than we originally believed it would be.

When that was done, we didn't really help set up any more. Well, Eric and I didn't. Jake/Jack played Pokemon on his DS, while Andrew, Chris, and Aaron went about the technical business. There was still a couple of hours until it actually began, so we basically just hung out and had fun.

When it did start, the band played a few songs, then Kip came up and said some stuff. He was pretty funny.

We were watching from the balcony thingy up above, so we weren't in the uncomfortable chairs that the peons below were forced into. There were a few other people up there, a couple girls and a guy that was doing a video thing for the projector screen, but other than that it was just us.

After that, the band played some more, and then it was over. We helped clean up, and I think we were gonna leave when we were told that there was a party at a park for somebody who's birthday it was that day. The others seemed to know him, so we were gonna go. So we went to Tim Horton's first, where we were supposed to meet Andrew after he did something. He didn't take long, but then for some reason that I still haven't figured out, we ended up waiting around there for a good half an hour or so before leaving.

Then we got to the place, and the party was pretty much disbanding. The cake was gone, people were leaving, and some of them were going to...some food place, I forget. I think it was considered that we would go with them, but then we decided to just go to a Tim Horton's that had a Pizza Pizza in it, and just get a few slices.

So we did. If we'd just gone from the church to there, we wouldn't have wasted an entire fucking hour. I was pretty pissed about the complete waste of time, moreso because nobody seemed to be able to tell me why we were waiting, and why we weren't just going. Fucking irritating.

The pizza was good.

Then we drove back.

Left Rockwood around two. Got back around eleven forty-five. So we were gone for almost ten hours for the night club church.

And it was a much cooler night club than I'd originally assumed, too. I mean, I figured that since they were housing a church in there one night a week, it probably wasn't going to be that impressive, but it was actually pretty big, with a bunch of pool tables, a cool bar, a damn nice lighting system, a stage, a big-ass projector screen, and a whole bunch of high tech gizmos to run it all up above.

So yeah. If Eric continues to go, I might also go, since I don't seem to have much else to do on Sundays, for the most part.

But I'm not sure.

So, did anybody else hear about the female Catholics that were ordained as priests and deacons by a female Bishop? Whaaaa? Apparently some chick went and got herself "ordained" by some people in Spain. And apparently that makes her a Bishop, a secret ceremony held in Spain.

A lot of people find the fact that the Catholics only accept male priests pretty darn sexist, but I say: Deal with it. If only having men ordained is a sacrament (and my sources say it is), then they're not going to change it for anybody, especially not some damn feminists.

So by that right, that woman is not a Bishop, and none of the people she "ordained" are any more married that two people in the street would be if I walked up and performed a random marriage service, then vanished into the night.

Oh, and they also "ordained" a married dude, which is also not allowed. They're just breakin' all the rules, aren't they? Too bad nothing they do actually counts for anything. If you have a problem with the religion, then break off and form your own sect. It was all the rage back in the day. But don't affiliate yourselves with a group that's been around this long while you're clearly and knowingly violating their rules that have been set in place for generations. They're not going to change 'em just for some whiny feminists.

Not that I'm overly fond of the Catholics. Except Greg, I guess. OH WAIT. I NEVER GOT INVITED TO HIS WEDDING. Bastard.

Anyways, I've got stuff to do tomorrow, sleep time is now.

Until next time,
And there were actually a few attractive ladies there, too. And one woman that kept giving me weird looks, as though she had "detect alignment" on...
~Kataron

Epic Fight Scene

I am a sad Nate.

My guinea pig just died the other day. I was going to bed, and I opened the cage dealy to give him a carrot, and then was surprised that he didn't rush up as he usually did, impatiently grabbing at the food. So I changed his water, and came back, and again, he hadn't rushed up. So I turned the light on, and looked in, to find him motionless and cold. It was very sad.

We built him a little coffin-ish box and stained it, and we're gonna bury him soon.

I was going to post about this last night, but my part of Rockwood was plagued by terrible power-outages, that lasted from just before nine thirty up to about...Well, probably five in the morning. Although there were brief flashes of power. False alarms that seemed to say "Hey, we's fixed!". Bastards.

I guess it was Hoju's time. He was and old guy. I got him...let's see...During tenth grade. I remember that 'cause I was asking people what I should name him, and I got the idea for Hoju from a guy in my English class. Good times.

That means that the little guy was four or five years old when he died. Which is pretty good for a guinea pig, I guess. I got him from the Rockwood pet store way back in the day, before Dwayne even burned it down for the insurance money.

With the loss of my cat a few months back, and now my guinea pig descending into the depths of Hades (yeah, I'm pretty sure he lived a pretty hardcore life of sin), I now am pet-less. No pets are in my name. Both of the other cats are Ethan's (in this house, the act of naming the animal grants the ownership upon the namer).

So I'm getting a kitten.

My dad and I were down at the Kingsmill's getting some mulch (they recently butcherized some big trees that were dead with a big machine that mulched them good), and my dad said "Hey, wanna go see the kittens?". I think you can pretty much tell where this is going from there.

Apparently, the cat is an absolute slut, and has at least two litters a year. This particular litter consisted of three cats. Two tabbies, just like my old cat, and a black cat, just like my much older cat that died years ago.

I think I'm going to go with the black cat, after a brief discussion with Jared.

Jared said that he wanted a cat at some point when we were living together, so I figured "KITTY!". Yeah, when it comes to small kittens, I think the instinctual human reaction is to point and say in a goofy-sounding voice "Kitty!". Or at least, that's what I keep doing.

They're not quite old enough to leave their mother yet, but in about a month it shall be mine!

I'm in the naming process right now. I had two original names that I gave the most merit, but I'm willing to look at other possibilities, if you guys have any suggestions. And no, Dave, I'm not going to name it "Cat".

The first possibility is Odin. 'cause that name kicks all the ass. I got the idea from a dog Rick used to have, named Thor. Thor's a good name for a dog, but a crappy name for a cat. Odin, on the other hand, is a great name for anything. It's powerful, starts with an O, and it's fun to say. Especially when firing flaming arrows into the mist to try to find land!

The other possibility, the one that seems to have been vetoed by my parents, was Hitler. I just think it would be an interesting social experiment to name a cat Hitler. I mean, with the kitten, you just hold it up to a girl, and they melt. They want to pet it, and say "Kitty!". But then if you told them that the cat's name was Hitler, they'd have no idea what to think. I presume their heads might explode. It would be fun!

I'm completely open to suggestions from you guys about it, though. Unless they're stupid, which a lot of them are assured to be.

Youth group was fun tonight, despite a lack of attendance. It was prom, so Eric was off gallivanting with that...girl-person, whose name I don't know how to spell. I know the first letter. J! Josie. Jocelyn. Something like that. If you're Dave, you might recall that she's a guy with long hair. Or at least, that's what we used to sing about her.

And Dave was off with Rebecca, so I presume it was a magical night for everybody.

I, on the other hand, finished work, came home, bathed while reading Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Philosophy, then went to youth group, where I waited (with Tony...) for Andrew to show up. Then we realized we had no Coke, so we went to the grocery store. I decided that I wanted some chocolate milk and a milkshake, the former of which I forgot in the youth group fridge. If those Karate bastards touch it, I will chop off their limbs and...well, that's as far as I've thought that threat through. Give me some time.

Once we left there, we went to the video place. I figured that since attendance was so sparse, we might as well have an impromptu movie night via Andrew's laptop. So we rented X-Men 3, since his lady-friend hadn't seen it before (which offended my very being). We were about to leave, when we (mostly myself) engaged in a conversation about movies with the girl that was working there. I do that a lot. I like to talk about movies. Apparently she hasn't seen any of the X-Men movies. Terribly offensive.

Then we got back, and started the movie. But before we'd even gotten to the DVD menu, Josh showed up with some old but powerful speakers, and we hooked those up to the laptop, then proceeded to watch the movie, commenting on it the entire way through. Mostly on various powers that would be cool. My favourite was "Black power!". I said that one.

After the movie, we did the devo, and headed out to Sun Sun's, Andrew and Liz in his car, Josh and I in the Rebel Car. We listened to loud Christian music, and the last few songs he played, I actually knew. I was pleased.

Chinese food was good, and we discussed lightsabers while snacking. The finer points of battle, battles that would be cool, etc. The entire time, we were holding light sabers, and occasionally engaging in small battles. But I ended up losing all of my limbs numerous times, so I stopped.

Good times were had by all.

But I'm tired, and Andrew's coming by rather early tomorrow, so I'd best be off to sleep. I'm just glad I had my precious internet tonight. Last night was hell.

Until next time,
All right...WHO gave the midget the lightsaber? That's what I'm really asking about here. That's the core to my entire line of questioning. We get that one out of the way, and my other questions fall like dominoes.
~Kataron

I Will

You know, I've met an awful lot of people in my life.

And I think I've hated about 90% of them. Sometimes I'll pretend that I don't hate somebody just for the sake of avoiding those awkward silences you get when you're forced to engage in conversations with somebody you're visualizing yourself stabbing. But I hate them. They may never know it, but I hate them.

In fact, some people that I hate probably believe that I may actually be their friend. It's happened before. Irritating as hell.

I even hate people I've never spoken to that I just pass in the street. Because I assume that they're all jackasses. And quite frankly, I'm probably right. Because we, as people in general, suck pretty hard.

Some of you may be thinking "Hey, you can't judge somebody when you know absolutely nothing about them!".

The short response is, yes I can. I do it all the time. So you do. So do ALL of you. ESPECIALLY you. You know who you are.

And god dammit, I hate people that say that they don't judge people. It's human nature to judge people. And that's fine. There is absolutely nothing wrong with judging people based on little more than aesthetics. Because our minds do it subconsciously before we have a chance to stop them. The only way to actually prevent it is to completely not notice the person. That's...The only way to get around the auto-judge feature that comes standard with the human mind.

Oh yeah, I was blogging. Sorry, got caught up in some other interwebbage.

Did anybody else see the season finale of Lost?

What the fuck was that?

I mean, maybe it's the fact that I haven't been following the series that much.

Maybe it was the fact that I was also playing Dark Cloud 2 while I was watching the episode.

But what the fuck?

Bah.

I also watched the Veronica Mars season finale last night. I watch a lot of television lately. It's...Very sad. But what else am I gonna do? Go outside? Fuck that. That's where NATURE lives.

Plus, I've only just tonight reached the point in Dark Cloud 2 where I was when I realized that I'd missed something and restarted the game.

But you know what?

I love being Canadian. I love Canada. Everybody loves Canada. To quote something from The Daily Show, we're like the world's gay friend. Not that we're gay. Oh no. But we're just that guy that you have around, and all the other countries love us. Because what do we do to people? Nothing. We're that guy that sits in the corner of the room and watches stuff go down. Because we can. And when we feel really strongly about something (which hasn't happened in a while), then we'll act on it.

I think we're just about the only country that's not going to get invaded at one point or another. The only country that really COULD invade us is America, and I'm afraid that's a very real possibility for the future. When the world's natural resources continue to dwindle and shrink, people are going to look at us, and say "They've got a lot of shit...I want some shit". And then they might invade us. But if America ever actually does that, I think most of the other countries in the world are gonna go "Hey, don't do that! That's Canada!". You know, plus our military is vastly superior to theirs. They've got MORE troops than we do, but ours are more skilled, and infinitely cooler. The only thing they could really get us with would be their nukes, but then that would pretty much fuck up the natural resources that they'd be invading us for, and we probably have some of our own. You know, sitting out in the Prairies or some such place. Maybe a couple in Quebec. But those ones are just for detonating Quebec when we get sick enough of their bitching. "We want to be our own country!". Boom! Whiners.

So basically what I'm saying is that Canada is better than other countries. We don't offend people, and we don't like Quebec.

I don't know if I've ever actually met a Canadian that likes Quebec. I vote we just blow them up now. Then pave over its remains. Maybe put up a big parking lot. Or a theme park. Or a strip mall. Or we just rebuild the province exactly as it was, except abolish all things French about it. That'd be nifty. Nifty as hell.

But it's late, I'm tired, and I want to sleep.

Until next time,
God dammit, I fucking hate Magical Trevor. I hate him so much.
~Kataron

Ninjas and Bagels

I wonder of Yoda built that little shack thingy he lived in. I mean, I guess he was small, so it didn't seem as horribly tiny as it actually was to him, but still. If he didn't build that himself, he got ripped off.

Err...Hey.

Not much to talk about tonight, really. Got up, did stuff, came home, did more stuff.

Boring boring boring. I called Eric's house after dinner to see if he wanted to hang, since I hadn't seen him since Thursday, but he was out with Chris or something. So I stayed in, watched television, and finished that dragon/mech story. Only added a couple more pages, but I like it. I'll probably post that up here at some point when I'm not so horribly lazy.

So, I think I'm going to tone down the computer project thing. I mean, I want a kickass computer, but I also want a computer like...now. So I'm going to start off with only the base things I'll need for the computer. So in only getting one graphics card and one hard drive to start, I'm already saving about four hundred bucks. And then I can buy the other stuff separately. That way, I'll be able to order pretty much everything I need as soon as I get paid. So huzzah for that.

Oh, and I also made a decision about college. I was going to move out with Jared at the start of the school year, and apply for the courses for the second semester. Instead of doing that, I'm gonna move in with him, and then work full time while he does his book-learnin', and just go in fresh at the beginning of the next year.

That way, we won't have to worry about rent as much, since Nate will be working full time, and Jared will be able to teach me some of the stuff he's learning to help us with our new programming project. And when I start school the next year, I'll be able to steal all of his old textbooks. Muahahaahaha! And I should already have a base idea of what the courses are about, having discussed them with Jared previously. Yep.

So that's my big plan for that now. It's a bit disconcerting how close we're getting to when I'm gonna be moving out with him. I haven't really discussed it with my parents that much. I think if I did, they'd assume it would be similar to last time, and that I'd bail out like I did last time. But no sir! I can't leave Jared all alone in...wherever the hell we're moving. That wouldn't be nice at all.

I've got to go with him and make sure he's not murdered in his sleep by ninjas.

You see, Jared pissed off some ninjas at some point last summer. He won't go into all the details with me, something about "emotional trauma blah blah blah". I assume that he entered into a zany series of highly unlikely but insanely comical events that ended in the death of some sort of ninja leader, a Shogun of sorts. And now a clan of ninjas is after him.

Yeah.

I remember when I first found out. It was pretty much right after it happened.

Jared and I were hanging out, watching a movie, drinking some Bawls, and all of a sudden, a dozen shuriken flew through the window and imbeded themselves in the wall. I was like "Whoa", and he was like "Yeah. Ninjas". And then I was like "Dang". And then we had to fight them.

And we've been fighting ninjas ever since. I mean, I remember one time at school, he showed up, and he was like "Nate. Ninjas" and then we fought them. Justin saw us. He was like "Wow!" and we were like "Yeah". Good times. I think that's the day Justin fell in love with me.

So yeah.

If I didn't move out with Jared, who would protect him from the ninjas? WHO?! Nobody, that's who. Jared would die. Death by ninjas.

No, he needs me to defend him. And to perpetrate horrible, horrible pranks on him. Like buying a hundred dollars worth of gay porn and hiding it around his room for himself and guests to find. But I probably won't do that. I could buy a D&D book for that much cash!

So yeah. I'm bored, and not tired enough to sleep yet.

So I wanna rant about something. *goes to MSN for a rant suggestion*

God dammit, what happened to the good old days, when you couldn't go shopping without getting a free sample of something? It's a good marketing idea. You give something to somebody FOR FREE and get them hooked on it.

If possible, lace it with crack. Then you'll get 'em coming back for more!

I mean, when I was little, I used to see free samples everywhere. They were delicious, for the most part. But now I rarely see them, and it saddens me greatly.

So clearly, every store should set up a free samples thing. I don't care what kind of store it is. Grocery store, drug store, video store, pet store, porn store. Free samples, dammit!

And you know what I still hate?

Hippies. Those goddamn fucking hippies. I hate them so very much. They call themselves activists and gay names like that, and try to stop us from doing what we love.

I think we should basically be able to do whatever the fuck we want. If we want to treat our animals like shit before we butcher them and eat them, then who the fuck cares? They were bred to be slaughtered. They were born to die. Born to become tasty foodstuffs that Nate eats.

And you know what? People are just getting too goddamn offended too goddamn easily these days. Oh no, he's a racist! Oh no, he said something derogatory towards a woman! Oh no, he pushed that little girl in the wheelchair down some stairs!

Get over it. Become as desensitized as so many of our youth today are, and just stop caring so damn much. I mean, if it's you they're treating like shit, then sure, care, but fuck all of you people that take up these causes for the sake of others. You people suck. If it doesn't affect you personally, then what the fuck do you care? You're just looking for a cause, looking for a crusade, and you should be shot. Shot with high powered rifles that liquify portions of people's bodies as they pass through them.


Nate is tired now, so Nate will sleep now.

Until next time,
God DAMN I want some cruelly treated chicken corpses right about now. I wish Rockwood had a KFC...
~Kataron

Weekend of the Living Dead

Well, my weekend was good. After I last posted Saturday morning, I played video games and watched tv until Rick was off work, then we hung out, watched Stranger Than Fiction, and went over to his place where I played WoW and he watched Fearless. I gained a couple levels, and all was well.

Then I went back to my place and watched more movies until I decided that sleep time was upon me.

The next day, I got up and did essentially the same thing. Watched stuff and chatted on MSN until Rick got back from work, then I went over to his place, played some more WoW while he played God of War 2.

And for the first time on my new account, I was ghanked. And quite honestly, I'd never realized it was that much fun. For those of you that are ignorant to the ways of the computer gaming, being ghanked means being mercilessly slaughtered (usually again and again) by somebody of a much, much higher level than you. It was my level 11 hunter versus a level 47 undead rogue named...Daeknos or something like that.

He first got me when he attacked the town I was while I was exploring Loch Modan. He killed a bunch of other guys, and I saw some of the guards doing damage to him, so I figured "I shall help!". So I tried to help. Chased him out of town with the guards, then they broke off. I...didn't. Killed me with throwing knives. Then he seemed to want to kill me more than others. I took it as a challenge. After I ran around for a while and he hunted me down and killed me with his stealthy rogueness, I decided that I should just stay in the graveyard. Stay in the graveyard...And dance!

Nobody can kill a happy dancing Dwarf, right? Right! And it worked. Well, more in the sense that he didn't find me. Then I wandered a bit, and found him, but he hadn't seen me yet. So I clicked on him, and...waved. Even if he wasn't watching, he would have noticed me from the "Kataron waves at you." that would have appeared at the bottom of his screen. He ran at me on his undead mount, but I reached the flight path dude first. And bam! Off I was to Ironforge. He couldn't kill me there! But Ironforge immediately bored me, so I hopped back on the flying beast and went right back. And was killed.

So this time, I decided to go to the inn. I assumed I would be safe there. And lo and behold, a level 70 Paladin was right there, right by the entrance! I assumed he would save me. But he was afk. But the rogue, taking no chances, sapped him first anyway, stopping him from doing anything for thirty seconds. And then killed me.

When I respawned, my first instinct was to go deeper into the building. So I went as far as I could down, to one of the bedrooms in the basement, and fell asleep on the bed. And just when I thought he'd forgotten about me, BAM! The inn was under attack. I turned up the speakers, and could hear the battle happening above. It slowed down a few times, presumably when the rogue went to heal, but after ten minutes, he entered the room where I slumbered. He approached my bed slowly, his two long blades held at the ready. One glowed red from a fire enchantment, the other an icy blue. I sat up slowly, unsure of how long I would have to live, and drew my weapon. I did not attack him though. I'd learned my lesson. He laughed at me.

I waved at him. He put on a funny hat. Then he went to sleep in the bed beside mine. And just to make things awkward, I climbed in with him and went to sleep as well. And I've got a screenshot that can attest to that, somewhere on Rick's computer.

Somebody asked on the local defense channel where he was then. I told them that the rogue and I were chillin' in the basement. So the guy got up, and slowly walked upstairs. I followed at an equal pace, and as soon as we entered the bar room, a level seventy hunter burst out and slaughtered him. I mourned my undead friend, and logged off, before my feelings overcame me.

Then Rick and I had a short conversation with Kate on MSN, where she showed off her new glasses, and I flirted shamelessly with her, as per usual. It was fun, and they looked good, so yeah.

Then Rick and I went to rent some more movies, and returned to my house to watch The Longest Yard. Dave came over partway through that, and we all had a good time watching it. He bought a bird, apparently. *shrug*

Then we went over to Rebecca's, where we watched 28 Days Later, which I love. I rented four zombie movies over the weekend. That was the first one we watched, then Dave and I watched Return of the Living Dead: Rave to the Grave, which he didn't like. I thought it was okay, simply because I'd had such low standards for it to begin with, so it took little to impress me. Today, we got up, watched some funny videos on YouTube, and he went back to Rebecca's, leaving me with the other zombie movies. First I watched Howl's Moving Castle, one of the few non-zombie movies I'd rented, then I went on to Resident Evil, Resident Evil: Apocalypse, and finally Land of the Dead.

Land of the Dead is one of the most underrated zombie films, and I can kind of understand why. But if you set aside your expectations from the other "of the dead" films, and watch it on its own, it's pretty decent. If you don't ask stupid questions like whoever wrote the imdb review did, you can enjoy the movie.

"doi, I'm dumb...Where did they get the power for that building?"

How the fuck do you THINK they powered the building, you fucking dumbass? How can you be irritated that they didn't explain it! It takes a retard NOT to understand that there's a fucking generator. I mean, they've even got gas pumps in the basement! That'll fuel the generators. It shouldn't need to be explained, you idiot.

But anyways, the only thing I disliked about the movie was the blood spatter effects. They sucked ass. But aside from that, there were some really cool deaths (including one where a zombie ripped a guy's face off in mid-scream. It was awesome), a story that you can follow if you ignore the midget, and lots of zombies.

So what's not to enjoy?

Anyways, I've got sites to search, so I'm done.

Until next time,
Zombies, man. Creep me out.
~Kataron

JoHo Invasion

Hey again, all. Yeah, I just posted, what's it to ya?

Well, here I was sitting here at the laptop, trying in vain to fix the other computer. It's either a problem with the harddrive or the connection TO the hardrive. Maybe a virus. I downloaded a lot of crap. Television shows, movies, dutch games...But dammit, I want it to work again! I tried for a few minutes to find the ghost image that I got with the computer, so that I could just fdisk it and get everything fresh and clean again, maybe fix any problems with the hard drive. But then I realized that without a boot disk, I can't really get to the DOS prompt, so I couldn't do that even if I could find all four CD's.

Bah!

So there I was, when out of the blue to women from Acton arrive at my door. To talk to me about God. That's right, I was just visited by some JoHo's. Jehovah's Witnesses. I think that happened once before, but they just gave me a pamphlet and were on their way.

So I treated them with the typical Nate politeness. Now, I know that there are some of you out there that are laughing at that idea, but screw you. I can be polite when I want to, and I've got no reason to hate somebody. So I listened, said "Yeah, I know shit". But not exactly in those words. I didn't even realize until they'd left that they were actual, bonified Jehovah's Witnesses. They invited me to their JoHo church in Acton...

Now, I don't mind talking about religion at all, since it's been a big thing for me over the last few years. Especially after the youth group converted some of my bestest buddies. It really is something I've been thinking about for a while. I've had conversations about it with Jared, back when he was big into the God, Seth's parents (both pastors), and even did most of my philosophy projects on the philosophy of God so I'd have a topic I'd be interested in. I did a lot of research for that one.

And still, I'm sitting on the Agnostic fence.

It's the most irritating when I have to play referee between the religious and the non-religious. But also, when I'm talking to somebody about religion, I can play Devil's Advocate, taking either side and arguing it, since I've read so much about this.

I'm actually partway through Lee Strobel's The Case for Faith right now, and I've already read a bunch of his Case for Christ, so I made reference to those books when I spoke to the JoHo's, so I'd seem smarter than I actually am.

I'm just glad they caught me, and not my dad or my brother...lol...My mother probably would have dismissed them, but in a more polite way. My dad probably would have shut the door, while my brother would have insulted their beliefs completely.

And there's no need to be that rude to the travelling JoHo's. Listen to what they have to say, get their free book thingy, and then go back to whatever you're doing. I know I've heard Eric make fun of the JoHo's a lot, but as long as they're polite enough to me, I'll return to favour. Doesn't mean I'll become a JoHo or start going to their JoHo church, but I'm always open to a little discussion about religion.

Unless I'm extremely tired. My arguments get...odd then.

[from a conversation Jared and I once had in the wee hours of the morning]

Jared: Something something God?

Nate: Jesus is a fag!

Jared: Maybe we should sleep.

Nate: Good idea.

Yeah...That seemed like a perfectly reasonable response at the time. So we went to bed, and he wasn't even irritated at me because he knew that I can't always make sense late at night.

Speaking of Jared, he's back! Woo for that! He read my Doom Machine post, and he's impressed by my computer. I can't wait to get it. And I should be getting paid soon, so bear with me! It'll be at least half the cash, maybe a bit more than that. And if I get my tax return thingy, that's another four hundred in my pocket, so I'm excited for that.

So yeah. That's basically what this post is about. JoHo's.

I'm gonna bring my PS2 downstairs now.

Until next time,
No, this isn't a residence. This is the...gay...witch....porn...store. The Satan club is meeting in the basement. Are you here for that? You forgot your comical plastic devil horns. No worries, we've got extras.
~Kataron

Fuck yeah!

STARCRAFT 2 IS COMING.

Hell yeah!

Blizzard finally announced their new game, and it's Starcraft 2. I can't say I'm not surprised, especially when the announcement is coinciding with a Starcraft tournament in Korea :P

Oh yeah. Korea is still madly in love with the old one.

So how do you think THEY feel?

I think the entire country just had a massive nerdgasm, all over Blizzard.

Rick was wrong about one thing, though. They've stuck to the normal races. He figured they'd add a new one. So did I. But I'm still saying he was wrong and not me. BUT WHO THE HELL CARES?!

Starcraft 2 details can be found here.

Nate got shit to do.

Until next time,
It's about fucking time.
~Kataron

You've got NAIDS!

Hey guys.

Guess what! I made an amazing discovery. I was looking through a microscope that was lying on the sidewalk today, and I learned of a new STD, never before heard of! In honour of its discoverer, I named it after myself. I call it...NAIDS. It's basically AIDS, but it makes you want to play air guitar really badly. Yeah. Pretty sweet, huh?

Blizzard is announcing a new big game today. Within the next few hours, probably. I'm excited, but too tired to wait up.

My sources tell me that it could be one of a few things.

Starcraft 2. Which would be awesome, since it's the only major hit they've had that hasn't spawned a direct sequel yet, only an expansion pack.

A Starcraft MMO, probably along the lines of the Planet Side or whatever game. Meh.

Diablo 3. Which would ROCK OUT LOUD. The Diablo games have always been amazing.

A new WoW Expansion. Which would be sucky build-up, considering they already said that they were gonna release one a year.

Or...Something new entirely. That'd be wacky, huh?

I'll post again when I get some details, but my head's killing me, and I'm mega-tired.

Until next time,
Nothing can save you.
~Kataron

Cubicles are neat.

Hey guys.

Work today was pretty hectic. I encountered one hobo that somehow acquired a hose. He sprayed me down pretty good before running off. I slipped in a puddle as I gave chase, and he got away. For the moment. This has been the trickiest hobo I've ever come across. I first caught the scent of him about three days ago. Normally my hunts last only one night, but this guy's got game. He doesn't seem to get caught in any of my traps. It's almost as if he's...hunting...me. Hunting the hobo-hunter. Oh, the irony. But no matter. I've got a new trap up my sleeve that is as deadly as it is flashy. And I love my traps flashy. Plus it's one that I've never tested in the field before, so he'll never see it coming.

*laughs maniacally*

I beat Dark Cloud last night. The boss took me forty-five minutes. Not because did a lot of damage or was particularly hard to kill...No, it was because of one unavoidable wind attack. Just kept killing me, the bastard. My main character was fine. My main character was AWESOME. I'd ended with pretty much the strongest sword I could have at that point. Chronicle, it was called. Nice sword. I rofl-pwned him with that character. It was when I had to switch to my spell-caster that the wind attack became an issue. I could only get off one energy blast before he'd retaliate with his unavoidable one. I just didn't have enough healing items, and that character wasn't leveled up enough 'cause...Well, who needs magic when you've got a giant sword, right? Yeah, that was pretty much my logic. If I'd taken the time to get her stronger, I wouldn't have ended up with Chronicle the way I did.

Luckily, I discovered a trick that got me through the fight. If I downed a stamina drink (I just did this to increase my damage), the wind attack hits, knocks you down, but does no actual damage. So I stocked up on those, and they protected me, AND doubled my damage. I was like "Stamina drinks, why haven't I been buying you all game?!" and then I remembered that they were three hundred bucks a bottle...Fuck that. My sword took out pretty much all other bosses with little to no issue.

So yeah. That game's done. Dark Cloud 2 is interesting. The battles are a lot faster-paced. And I've got a robot suit for some reason. Not like...a high tech one. More of a discount robot suit. I think the body is made out of a barrel.

And they gave me a gun. Woo for guns!

Yeah.

Hey, you know what really pisses me off?

Jericho was cancelled! There will be no second season! How DARE THEY!? That show was fucking awesome! That was the only show that I bothered to watch each week, without fail. It was fantastic, and they've just cast it aside like it was some crappy sitcom. Bastards! Now we'll never know what would have come next...Oh, the bitter disappointment...

But yeah. Aside from all that, I don't think there's much to talk about.

I'd make promises about posting this weekend, but I think we all know I'll be busy saving or destroying one world or another. Or hunting down that hobo. I will destroy him so utterly, that not even a trace of him will remain. Not even the mentions of him in the blog post.

Until next time,
How crappy would it be if your last moment on earth was crapping your pants? Like...Nuclear explosion goes off, you're in your living room watching some bad television show, and boom. Those tacos you had earlier are back. WITH A VENGEANCE! You don't even realize the end of the world is coming. You don't even realize you're about to be dead. You just crapped your pants. That would SUCK.
~Kataron

Into the Ether

Hey folks.

My day was boring, as per usual. That is, until I started hanging out with Eric and watching Popular season two on DVD. I lent James some money (lent him nine bucks, he said he'd pay me back twenty on Friday), then hung out with Eric for a while.

We got through the second disc of season two, having gone through most of the rest of it...uhhh...I forget. But it was awesome. It introduces my favourite story-line of Popular. The one where Harrison gets Leukemia. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love Harrison. He's my favourite character (aside from Emory Dick.), and he's the guy that you can't help but like. Plus, he went on to do Jake 2.0! I was so mad when that show got canceled. I loved it muchly.

Anyways, the last two episodes on disc two (four episodes per disc, I think), related directly to Harrison's horribly illness. Honestly, this was pretty much the only television show that ever made me cry, and this is where it did it. Well, not either of these two episodes, but in this little story-line.

But yeah. Moving on from Popular.

uhh...I don't know what else to discuss. My time right now basically goes to the stalking and murdering of the homeless, playing Dark Cloud, hanging with Eric, and working on the D&D campaign.

Dark Cloud is pretty great. I wanted to go through the old game. I remember why I used to like it. I got stuck in the second world then. Now I'm on the last world. Yay me!

The D&D campaign is coming along pretty well, though. I've even linked the next adventure to the main plot that hasn't even been introduced yet. Huzzah! This one will be the semi-pointless slaughter of Goblins, Bugbears, and all other things easily killable. Shouldn't be TOO difficult. The most work I have to put into this one is on the town we're visiting next. That, and the Goblin King and his trusty Warlock companion. I intend to use the Warlock to further my character's plot and do interesting things. Yay!

Aside from that, I don't really know what to talk about...

uhhh..

Well, there's only three days left of the week, then long weekend! I'm excited for that. Parents are gone again, so it's gonna be fun at my house! Or...hopefully, anyway. It might get kinda boring. Eric's gone to a place, so we can't pull a good D&D game until at least Monday afternoon, I'm not sure how willing to be around Andrew will be if we DO decide to go for a D&D game, he'd probably want to come down for then and not end up spending most of the long weekend in Rockwood (not that I blame him :P). Chris, I can handle only in small doses. I'll probably end up hanging out with James at some point this weekend. I don't know if Dave will be working. I'll probably play some video games with Rebecca and build her D&D character (more on that in a minute), and I'll probably end up spending a lot of time with Rick. Especially since pretty much everybody else is gonna be gone or busy. So a lot of time with Rick. Maybe we could go and see that new zombie movie. Apparently the end is one of those "it's not really the end" things, but what the fuck do you expect from zombie movies? You can't fucking win. They always come back. You're fucked. Deal with it. I mean, did you not sit through the credits after Dawn of the Dead? Yeah. They went to the island, and SURPRISE SURPRISE. ZOMBIES.

Bwah.

Rebecca's character should be cool, though. She'll be filling in for the role of group Druid, which we don't have.

Right now, we've got a fighter, a pally, a rogue, a cleric, a bard, and a sorcerer. Big group, eh? It's hell trying to get them all to pay attention to the game. Especially with Andrew punning every thirty seconds. But I deal with it.

Rebecca wanted to go with something a little different for her character, though. While we're all normal races (human, human, half-elf, I forget, gnome, and elf, in order matching above), Rebecca wants to be a Centaur. At first, I was all for it, but there are some complications. Complications in the sense that Centaurs are hella-awesome. I mean, they get a +8 base bonus to their strength! Their speed is almost twice everybody else's! And over twice of the heavily armoured slow-moving guys! It's got an ECL of +3 the class level...That's Effective Character Level. So whatever level Druid she is, she's basically that plus three levels. Right now, everybody else is level four, but adding her at the same level would make her (essentially) level seven. Madness, I say. So I've basically got two choices.

A) I just keep her three levels below everybody else.

or

B) I tone down the Centaur's bonuses, balancing them out with that of the other races.

Option B is probably the best, since A would keep her from the awesome Druid skills she wants. Mainly the ability to summon dinosaurs later on in the levels. So I'll have to go over the Centaur's base stuff with her at some point and figure out what bonuses to cut. I figure she can keep a strength bonus, her better speed, her natural armour bonus (+3, though essentially +2 since her "Large" size gives her -1 AC since a giant horse-person is easier to hit), and I think she'll have either darkvision or low-light vision. I dunno. I'll go over the other races and stuff to figure out something that's fair.

But you know what I realized? Nobody plays as a Dwarf. Nobody. Not a single player. I mean, they've got resistance to poison! Doesn't that count for anything these days?! I'll probably implement Dwarves more in the next campaign. You know, the Undead War campaign.

Now THAT one will be fun.

One thing my players need to learn, though, is when to run like hell. When the big bad is going to be just too big, and too bad for them to deal with. And the best way to do that is to pit them against something crazy-deadly. And kill some of them. I'll probably give them some decent resurrection so that they don't lose their character levels, but they're going to have to learn to pick their battles. Not that I'll put them in battles where there's no way out. I mean, when they're against something with a sword that's larger than the Centaur and it's wielding it with ease, then maybe they should try talking to it before they rush it. Now, this might be difficult for players like Dave to grasp, but it's going to need to be done.

But yeah.

I'm gonna go to sleep now. I've been a lot more tired lately. I think it's because I lost my sleeping-in-until-noon stuff on the weekend (damn hobos!), so I need to make up for it otherwise. Plus my dreams have been awesome lately. I can't remember them, but I remember that they were awesome! I think last night's was about zombies. Awesome!

Until next time,
Blame the Bard. Always blame the Bard.
~Kataron

Ancient Remains

I hate it when you're in a relationship and girls as you what you're thinking about.

I know this is kind of random, especially since I've been single for around a year now, but it was always really irritating.

I mean, what do they expect from us? Do they want us to be thinking deep, romantic thoughts all the time? When they ask that, do they want us to reply "Why, you, of course". Fuck that. I'm usually thinking about zombies and robots. Do they really want to know that? Of course not.

The best thing is to just make something up, or mumble something obscure that they don't understand, then refuse to clarify, on the grounds that "they should have been listening". Yep.

So, Eric recently had what I consider a brilliant idea.

Let's bring Hitler back from the dead, give him a million dollars, and see what he'll do. Will he go after the jews again, using the million to try to clone nazi super-soldiers? Will he just go to vegas and blow it all on hookers and slot machines? Will he invest, become even richer, and slowly conquer the world financially?

Frankly, that's something I'd like to find out. So, whenever we perfect cloning technology (Yeah...Whenever...*wink*), I say we bring him back from the dead and see what he'd do. Maybe he'd become one of those motivational speakers that tours countries, getting paid to talk about stuff. He always was good with the speeches.

Please note that I am most certainly not anti-semetic. I love Jewish people!

I just want to know...For science.

So yeah.

My weekend was okay. I had to work both days, so I didn't have much time for sleeping or plotting the downfall of Jack Thomspon, but that's okay. I get by.

I did hang out with Rick at some point and get my WoW character up a few levels. Good times. I'm almost to the point where I can get the pet training. I am the excitement.

Yeah.

Uhh...Other than that, stuff has been pretty dull and/or boring.

I'll try to post again soon, but recently I've been caught in a web of internet flash games.

Until next time,
I TOLD you he was a giant spider.
~Kataron

Hardest Mario

This may just be the funniest thing on the internet.

Thanks, Dave.

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Part 1

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Part 2

That's all for now, shit to do on-line before sleep.

Until next time,
Fuck you, blooper!
~Kataron

If I had three forms, I'd be pretty kickass too...

Hey gang. I know it's been a few days since my last post, so I decided to grace you all with a post tonight.

My week...Hasn't been overly interesting. I've been working, but the guy that pays for the Hobo Heads wasn't able to pay me when I wanted the cashes, so I had to wait until Tuesday to swing into Guelph and pick up the season two of Popular that I'd ordered about a month before. So now I have the entire series of Popular. All two seasons. Woo for me! Yeah, that set me back about a hundred bucks...Worth it, though.

While I was in there, I decided "I want to buy World of Warcraft for some reason!". So I did. Picked up the game and the expansion. And I don't even have a computer to play it on yet. But I will, dammit. I will. I got back to Eric's and tried to get things set up, but then found out I needed a credit card. The only one my parents have is very expired, so I hunted around for a bit for one, then gave up and coerced Chris to drive down to Rockwood, pick up Eric and myself, and go to the mall. We got from Eric's house to the mall in ten minutes. Ten terrifying, death-defying minutes. I thought I was going to die. Once there, I bought Eric a copy of somethingorother, and I picked up a game card for myself. Two months of WoW off of that, plus a month from buying the game, and another two from the expansion. That's five months of WoW! But no compy to play it on...*sad* But that will soon be remedied. I grow ever closer to the needed fundage to getting it. I've got a sack of hobo heads just waiting to be cashed in. Should give me about half the cash I need.

And if some people lent me the money they said they would like...weeks ago, I'd be even closer. You know who you are.

I am constantly reminded that I could cheapen out and just go for an average compy that can still run WoW, but then I think...NO. I NEED ONE THAT WILL KICK THE ASSES OF ALL OTHER COMPUTERS IT COMES INTO CONTACT WITH. I need something I can bring to LAN parties, set down on a desk, and say "That's right, that's my computer". And dammit, that's what I'll have!

So yeah. Got WoW. Dwarf Hunter, level five, Emerald Dream server. And that was just from a very short time of playing. Just headed out of the newbie area. Five more levels until I get the pet quest. Then another two levels before I can train Mangeclaw. My unique white Bear mob. I love him so.

But yeah. Other than that, I haven't been doing much. Hanging out with Eric, mostly. We've been going for walks a lot lately. Fun stuff. Just like we used to. Except we used to have Rick along for the ride.

The season finale of Jericho was on yesterday. It was pretty awesome. There was a tank. Boom!

And tonight, I thought that Eric had some church thing, so I was going to play Dark Cloud all night, but then he called me and told me to come over. So I had dinner, and was on my way, when he and Andrew pulled up and took me to Tim Horton's. It was fun. Then we got back to Eric's, and Eric's ex-ladyfriend showed up, and then Rick. It was a bit awkward, but most of us were playing WoW cards. Andrew just picked up the Onyxia Raid Deck, and for some reason they thought we might have a chance. As if...

This giant dragon was the first big boss battle thingy in World of Warcraft. Before Ragnaros, before whatever the expansion added. It has three forms. In the card game, the forms are divided into different healths and attacks. Each form has that corresponding number for it's attack. First form, one damage, second form, two damage, third form, three damage. Not too scary, right? Wrong, fool! Each form has differing health, starting with twenty, moving up to thirty, then going up to fifty. One hundred health in all. Each turn, a random card is played from an Event pool, which could be either good for us or bad for us. Usually bad. Very bad. And the dragon's abilities were fucking insane. It was destroying equipment left and right, taking out our allies, and rendering our abilities useless. And that was without the abilities that increased its attack. At form two, we were fighting one that did eleven damage, and that was after we'd dispelled a few of its damage-modifying abilities. And that's not even taking into consideration those damn whelps of hers. Baby dragons. A near-limitless number of them. She could have twenty-three out at a time. And when they died, they go back to the summonable pile. The only reason she was capped at twenty-three was because there were only twenty-three cards. Now, each Whelp had only one attack and one health, but when some of the cards that were played that allowed her to summon ten at a time, that damage starts to stack up...They're basically kamikaze troops. They stand no chance at survival, but since they can be resummoned, who cares? If there's an enemy ally with ten health (and very VERY few have that much), it would take ten Whelps to kill it. As long as the ally has at least one attack, it counters each of those Whelps, killing all ten before dying. But then she could just play another card to bring them back again. Argh!

And that's not even COUNTING her special abilities. During first form, if she gets up to ten resources, she can kill off an enemy hero. Yeah, an enemy HERO. Being a PLAYER. One player, just fucking gone, man. Takes ten turns to get to that amount (nine if she finds an Event that adds one). So we've got to kill her before then. Second form is less scary. Just summons a bunch of Whelps. But the third form is HELL. It's got fifty health in itself, and when it gets twenty resources, it has an ability similar to that of the first form. Except instead of killing ONE hero, it kills ALL OF THEM. Gwah-buh-fwug?! Fucking MADNESS! So you have to take down the bitch in twenty turns. *cries*

It's a damn good thing you get multiple heroes against it. But note that three IS NOT ENOUGH.

We got it out of first form all right, before it had a chance for insta-death, but second form was different. Some of her abilities (ie. summon ten whelps) have to be done during certain forms, so they only get more powerful as she does. Second form did us in. Andrew fell first. I pleaded with the beast for my life. I believe I offered to be her "Gnomish Whelpling" if she allowed me to survive. No such luck. But I did convince her to kill the Paladin first! Andrew was a Shaman (note: Totems are not so effective against the bitch-dragon). Eric was his Paladin, and I played my Gnomish Rogue. Bad idea. Most of my abilities are centered around instant-killing exhausted allies, which doesn't help against Onyxia. And my other deck's not so great either. Priest deck. Neither are designed for raids. I think that next time I'm gonna go Priest and see if I can keep the others alive for longer.

Oh, and did I mention I cheated a lot? Yeah. I was the last to die, and that was only because I'd been cheating for the latter half of the day. Not much, mind you. Just when I got bored of my hand, I'd draw a new card when nobody was looking. Happened only around six times. Then when it was just Eric and I, I said "Screw it", and began to cheat openly, drawing a new full hand in hopes that I might find something to bring the beast done to at least it's last form. No such luck.

So we spent the evening being violently raped by Onyxia. It wasn't pleasant.

But don't you folks worry. I'll take that dragon out. I'll kill it good. I just need some time. When I get the compy, my first non-PC purchase is gonna be two full boxes of WoW booster packs. Two hundred dollars worth of trading cards. And by the Gods, I WILL find the cards to slay that bitch.

Plus each booster contains a points thing that I can use to redeem for stuff in World of Warcraft. Not sure exactly what, but I don't care.

Oh, and I found out that Jared's slightly less stupid that I assumed from his going to Denmark. See, he was going as part of some program that allowed him to stay somewhere, so he didn't have to pay for rent. Also they fed him, so he didn't have to pay for food. He has to do a bunch of menial labour, but he doesn't pay nearly as much as I thought he would have to. See, the jackass never told me anything about that. So logically, I assumed that he'd be paying his way there, paying for a place to stay, and paying for food. Which is clearly insane, considering...well, everything. So now I've realized that, and I'm somewhat irritated that he didn't mention that at all. I almost feel bad for leaving a comment on his LJ that calls him an idiot. Almost, but not quite. I'm sure he deserves it for something else, then.

Does anybody else have a huge urge to play Final Fantasy VI? 'cause I want to. I wonder if I can find a ROM of the cooler version...The one with more swearing, lower-case letters in names, and somewhat changed names (ie they called Kefka something else). The first time I found that version, it said that it was the original, unchanged by whoever. I was intrigued.

But I've got to go to bed. No sleep for the slayer of hobos. They're too strung out to sleep, so in sleeping at all, I'm losing valuable hunting time. They get all the hobo drugs. Like hobo coke, which is basically jello powder with small shards of glass in it. Hobo crack, which is...well, crack with small shards of glass into it. Stuff like that. And I think one of them knows where I live...I'll have to keep a watch tonight, see if I can peg him from my bedroom window. Hopefully I'll be able to avoid the urge to shoot him in the head. Gamer's instincts. I don't get paid unless I bring back the head.

But anyways...

Until next time,
In case you were wondering, it's for tax purposes.
~Kataron

Temperate Plains

Well, the weekend's been good. Friday without work, and a weekend without parents. Huzzah!

Youth group was held here, and we just hung out for the majority of it. At one point, I went into Guelph with Andrew and Chris. We bought some foodstuffs for the weekend, and then bought a whole crapload of KFC. A twenty-piece bucket, three large things of fries, and some popcorn chicken. Over fifty bucks of it. I don't know why. Brought it back, ate a bunch of it, continued hanging out.

Andrew and Chris spent the night, and we leveled up our characters in D&D. Brought them up to level three. Then today, we hung out more, and eventually I went into Guelph again with Andrew and Chris. This time, the destination was Wal-Mart. Now, I hate that store, but I couldn't find a copy of HeroScape anywhere else. But now I got a copy of it. I was surprised to see that it was forty-five bucks plus tax. But you actually get a lot of stuff in there. And it's even got a number of expansion sets that you can buy for it. 'cause I need more stuff to spend money on...

Oh, I also bought an old PS1 game for Dave. He'd mentioned it before, it was called Ball Breakers. Really weird game. Each character has a ball instead of a set of legs, so you roll around and junk. Really freaking weird. Dave wanted it, and it was ten bucks, so I grabbed it for him. And while I was looting through the cheap games bin, I grabbed a copy of Bejeweled 2 for Eric. I've seen him play that a lot lately. Basically whenever he doesn't have the internet.

So yeah. Bought that stuff.

Then we came back here, hung out for a while, I made some perogies, then we played D&D.

This time it was Rick's quest.

In the first adventure, we slew a young Blue Dragon near Griffonford, as it was planning on looting and destroying most of the town. Killed it good, then went back there and got rewarded with a stay at a swanky inn. But while we were there, a group of bards showed up, and mesmerized me with their music. Yeah...mesmerized...They made me kill some random person in town. Yeah...made me...So I got arrested, and they had to try to prove my innocence. Yeah...innocence...In the end, I broke out of jail and we had to fight a group of charmed townspeople, including the local constabularies. Then we killed the bards good, and that basically brought us to today. We couldn't exactly go back to Griffonford, after the murder and the beating of all the guards and such, and me breaking out of jail, so instead I suggested a short cut.

First we found a weird pillar that had Draconic runes on it. Rick read it, and was silenced, unable to cast most of his spells. Ha! Then we ran into a caravan that was under attack by Bugbears (and destroyed and on fire...) that was being defended by a single fighter. We helped him, and he joined us. Then there were six. Myself (Rogue), Eric (Pally), Rick (Sorcerer), Andrew (Bard), Chris (Cleric), and now Dave (Fighter).

Then we continued down the path, until Rick's keen Elven insights allowed him to note one of many hidden doors in the mountain to our side. Logically, we plunged into the darkness and marched forwards until we found a Dragon. He laughed a lot and cast spells on us. Removed Rick's silence, and commissioned us to wipe out some Drow that were invading his cave. It's a good thing he was a Copper Dragon, and not some evil one...He even gave Rick a Runestaff of Destruction, synced with his own spells, so it used up the Dragon's spell-slots instead of Rick's. It allowed him to cast Disintegrate. Way too powerful for us to have normally, but not for what I had planned for us...


With clever use of a skill trick by Andrew, we snuck up on a group of Drow. And when I'm not noticed, I do the most damage! I took out one of three Drow Fighters in one hit with a sneak attack from my bow. Rolled sixteen out of a possible twenty damage. Then we fought them good, and they ended up dead. But we weren't too damaged, so I unleashed some Dracotaurs on us. Weird things. They had about thirty health a piece, and did 2d6+6 damage. Almost wiped out Eric in one hit, and he's our Paladin! Rick used the Runestaff to get two of them, and Eric and Dave slew the other one.

Dave took to D&D surprisingly well. Aside from all of the random jump checks....And the one time he decided to ride the Paladin around the cave. But he rolled a natural twenty on his ride check, so how could I say no?

A quick sleight of hand check, and I'd pocketed Rick's pretty Runestaff. Just because. His character assumed I took it, but the Dragon said that he'd gotten it back. I'd already stolen it once earlier. My sleight of hand is kickass. I've got a modifier of about ten. Pretty good for my level. If he learns that I took the staff, he'll probably be agitated, but it wouldn't have mattered to him anyway. It wouldn't use up the Dragon's spell-slots after we left the cave anyway, and he doesn't have any spells of that level. Plus the Runestaff is way too powerful to give to anybody at our low level. I think Kataron's going to use it as a walking stick. That'll tick Rick off. And be hilarious!

I think I've decided to go Assassin. I realized that the sneak attack damages for Rogue and Assassin stack, so I'd end up with the full sneak attack damage. All I'd be missing out on in Rogue levels would be extra dodge bonus to traps (which I hopefully won't be setting off anyway), and a few special abilities for Rogues that aren't that good. Assassins get spells, poison proficiency, resistance to poison, and a move that, if I watch an enemy for three rounds and get off a sneak attack after that, I can either instantly kill them or paralyze them. Pretty sweet! Oh, and Assassins also get a move that allows them to hide within any shadow in ten feet, even if I'm being watched when I try to hide. Now that is cool.

To become an Assassin, I have to fulfill a few criteria. First, I have to be evil. I'm only one step away from that at the moment anyway, at chaotic neutral. It goes like this.

Lawful Good (Stinky Pallies go here)
Neutral Good
Chaotic Good

Lawful Neutral (I think Dave's here.)
True Neutral
Chaotic Neutral (Me!)

Lawful Evil
Neutral Evil
Chaotic Evil

I forget what the other guys are at, but there's only one problem with me taking the plunge into eviltude. Eric can't travel with anyone he knows to be evil. So I have to hide my evilness from him for a few levels until he leaves Paladinhood and tries out the life of a Judiciar. Basically a Paladin, except he can do whatever he wants as long as he thinks he's right. So if somebody's running from him after doing something terribly evil, Eric could...I dunno, stab the person's wife so he has to come back for the funeral or something. He could do that. And it would be fine.

So when he does that, I won't have to hide it anymore. If I can get a Mask of Lies, I can get away with it, too. It gives me +5 to Bluffing, lets me cast Disguise Self three times a day, and nobody can detect my alignment. Woo! It costs 4,500 gold, though. Can't afford it yet...

Aside from being evil, I also need to have four ranks in Disguise (I have five), and eight ranks in Hide, as well as eight ranks in Move Silently. I have seven in both of those skills, and in just one short level, I will meed the needs there.

The last step to becoming an Assassin could get a little awkward with the Pally around, though...I have to kill somebody for no reason other than to become an Assassin. Which I've no real qualms with anyway, but Eric might have a problem with me randomly killing somebody. But if I do it this time, I think it'll be a lot more smooth than the murder in Griffonford. Lots of witnesses there.

But yeah. Eric and I leveled our characters again tonight, so we're now level four. Everybody else can level before our next session, whenever that'll be.

To keep things moving along so we can get to the next campaign, I'm not worrying so much about experiencing, and basically giving out a level a session. I figure they deserve it. But when we get to later points, I won't be so generous, 'cause they'll have to work a lot harder for those later levels. Until then, I'll be a nice DM. Aside from the stealing of good items from corpses with my characters. And the stealing of the Runestaff. I just like to steal things. I am a Rogue, after all.

Plus as a DM, it allows me to filter what my players get and don't get. I mean, if I hadn't outperformed everybody on a search check of the Dracotaur (with my 10 modifier, booyah!), somebody else might have gotten its spear...Its 2d6+6 spear...And if any of my players could do that much damage, I'd be afraid. Instead, I have it, and have no intention of using it. I'll probably sell it, or just get rid of it somewhere.

But yeah. D&D fun.

Nate tired now. Nate sleep.

Until next time,
He really is black!
~Kataron

Now It's Personal

Well, I've had an interesting day.

First the hobo slaying. Spent some hours hunting one particularly pesky one. Had a beard.

Then I got back home, and pretty much immediately went over to Rebecca's, where we proceeded to play Ultimate Alliance. I died. A lot. Like, every few minutes. It was sad. But we were playing on Hard, so...She's just ridiculously good at the game. Then I tried Oblivion. Then we played some Halo 2. Then she played some Dead Rising and showed me some of the stuff she unlocked. Good times were had by all.

But then she needed to go somewhere, so I headed off home. But on the way, I ran into Andrew's car. 'twas parked out in front of the church. I figured "Huh. Andrew and Eric must be around here somewhere". So I went home, used the washroom and grabbed a pair of gloves, and sat by/on Andrew's car for the next hour. When they exited the church, we proceeded to hang out. Little did I know that their plans already involved going to see Spiderman 3. So I figured "Me want!" and went to join them.

We got there early enough to get tickets for the 12:01 show, and then spent the next two or so hours hanging around the arcade, playing Dance Dance Revolution and other such games, and greeting people we hadn't seen in a while. Well, the latter was mostly me. I saw Sarah, Veronica, both sets of twins that I know, Wyatt, Justin, girlJustin. I even saw people I hadn't seen in even longer! Rachel F (I forget how to spell her last name), Scott Chen, even Zac Griesman(sp?) was there. As I was going into the theater, somebody called my name. I looked over and saw a pretty girl rubbing a guy's neck. I looked confused, and she nodded at me and gestured for me to come over. She recognized me from Ross. Even remembered my name. Kinda strange, considering she was a grade ahead of me, and I don't think I knew her that well. I recognized both her and her boyfriend person, since they both attended Ross. I think she may have hung out with some of the Comm. Tech geeks from back then, but I could be mistaken. I think I bought a candle from her in grade nine during the winter lamefest that Ross holds. Amy...something. It was weird that she recognized me and remembered my name.

Oh, and Andy was there! The one from Ross last year, not the one that I knew when I was a kid. We used to have great times on our spare together, with Justin. Good freaking times.

So we got in, and watched the movie. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I'll post a review of it on here soon, but I'm pretty tired right now, and don't want to include a whole bunch of spoilers for those of you that haven't seen the movie.

I'll just say that some people were disappointed in it, but I loved it. And Justin loved my sexual commentary that I ran basically throughout the movie. Pointing out chicks in the movie that I would do (I've always found the apartment manager's daughter strangely appealing...), talking about how large my wang is, stuff like that. My favourite one was when I realized that Spidey's webbing could be used for bondage. Good times.

Anyways, the movie was good, and I recommend that you go see it. Go see it now. The villains are better than ever. Great actors on both parts. Sandman was played extremely well, and the effects were really cool on him. Never once did I think "man, that could have been done better", as it so happens with most very CG movie villains. Green Goblin Jr. was okay. Had some cool scenes. But Venom...Wow. I mean, it changed Spidey and all when it was bonded with him, but when it switched to Topher Grace, it go SO MUCH COOLER. I wish it had been with him the entire movie. Fan-fucking-tastic. And Topher Grace pulled it off, probably the best actor in the entire movie.

Mary-Jane, I grew to dislike intensely in this movie. I never much liked the actress, but the character just pissed me off this time. I thought she came off as a colossal bitch for most of the film.

And I couldn't FUCKING STAND Spidey's stupid-ass emo haircut for large portions of the movie. WHY?! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?! It makes your head look like ASS! Fucking emo haircuts. Fucking emo kids. Fucking emo music. Fucking emo. Bah!

But anyways, Nate sleep now. Youth group's here tomorrow, what with my parents being away and all, so hopefully I won't get murdered by a zombified nazi and shoved in a closet.

Until next time,
"My Spidey sense is tingling...If you know what I mean!"
~Kataron

Everyone Tries

Hey folks.

'twas another uneventful day for Nate.

Got up, did stuff, came home.

Pretty general.

I couldn't even hang out with Eric 'cause he had a thing. So I just hung a round my room playing Dark Cloud and watching Jericho when it came on. God, I love that show. So awesome. Next week is the season finale, and I'm quite excited for it.

Then after Jericho ended, I went on a trek for Coke, since I was out. I donned my trenchcoat and gloves (fingerprints are the enemy!) and went down to the vending machine outside of Foodland, and got a couple cans of Coke. Then I wandered around for a while thinking about stories. I think I decided on the main villain for the latter half of the current D&D campaign. I needed a big bad guy to orchestrate a bunch of terrible things, but somebody so strong that the PC's can't kill him until they hit level twenty.

Since pretty much all of my players are Christians, I've decided to draw parallels between the main villain and Jesus. Just because. In Greyhawk (D&D world), there are many Gods. Picture the son of one of them, much like Jesus is believed to be for the Christian God, except instead of the Christian one, it's a really evil one. He comes down to earth, does stuff, then gets killed. Instead of resurrecting and going to heaven, it turns into a kick-ass demon and starts slaughtering. Yeah! I'll work out the specifics later.

I'm afraid I don't have any story snippets for you. Not here, anyway.....*shifty eyes*

I have like six blogs, you know. I bet the average reader only knows the url to this one, and maybe one more. Well, if you go to my profile, you get the link for the dying philosophy blog that Eric hasn't bothered to post in. But aside from those two, there are six others that don't appear on my profile. So muahahaha for those of you that don't know them. I think I'm gonna delete one and restart one similar. I grew tired of it. It'll be more of a story-blog. If I get a few posts up there that I like, I'll probably link to it.

Yep. That's about it. Tomorrow I'll be hanging out with Rebecca, probably playing some Ultimate Alliance. I still haven't played that one.

Anyways, Nate have things to do.

Until next time,
Conspiracy theories are fun!
~Kataron

The Infidels Rise

You know what pisses me right off? That damn Rebel Alliance.

"Oh, look at us in our X-Wings! We're rebels! We have a cause, but we're so stupid that we don't remember what it is!"

Fucking rebels.

You know, I blame them for the Death Star. I mean, I know the Imperials CREATED it and all, but they wouldn't have needed it if it weren't for those damn rebels. You know what? It was you, Princess Leia, that caused Alderaan to be destroyed. Because you're a smelly rebel.

Just do what the Emperor tells you to, dammit! Do that, and the entire galaxy will be a lot happier. Do that, and maybe you won't get Force Choke'd to death in a dark alley.

err...yeah.

Today was pretty boring. I got up two hours late, 'cause my dad wanted to go somewhere on his own first and check stuff out. So I continued sleeping. Then he got back, woke me up, we watched crappy westerns for an hour or so, then we went to the dump, went to Home Depot, then back home.

It was pretty dang uneventful. I played a bunch of Dark Cloud, got a headache and stared at the television for a while, then had dinner and went down to Eric's.

Eric and I have a weird thing going on right now. Pretty much every night, we'll hang out. It used to be downstairs, in the computer room or the living room (usually the latter), but now it's always in his bedroom, since he got that computer up there. And pretty much the entire time we're up there, he'll play World of Warcraft while I watch from the comfort of his bed. Then we'll discuss World of Warcraft, and other various things. Then I'll go home and sit around on-line for a while. I mean, I could be sitting at home, playing my own video games, or writing, or plotting the downfall of Jack Thompson (yeah, 'cause that'll take a lot of work...ZING!). But instead, I watch Eric play video games.

Tonight was fun, though. I watched him get killed by some Horde. Then when his sister wanted to use the internet, we decided to go for a walk. So we walked around Rockwood for around an hour. Mostly talking about World of Warcraft. And man, writing this post has helped me realize how sad and pathetic my life is. Ah well. At least I've got chicken. Oh god, that just brought me down two more notches. (bonus points if you get the reference!)

So yeah. Oh, did I mention that I found my trenchcoat? I love that thing. Mrs. Cudney bought it for me one time Eric and I were up at Seth's. He's got his own. Good freakin' times.

And I have gloves that I wear now. I decided that I don't like to leave fingerprints. At some point, I want to pick up a pair of nice leather gloves, to not leave fingerprints IN STYLE!

Yeah...So...

Nate tired, Nate spent last hour looking at wikipedia articles about Marvel superheroes and villains.

And Sam Raimi, don't think that I haven't noticed the liberties you're taking here with both Venom AND Sandman.

I mean, the Venom stuff at least kind of resembles the cartoon storyline, but Sandman apparently having killed Uncle Ben? Come on!

The closest thing he could have gotten that from was this: (copied from the Sandman Wikipedia article)

Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man storyline "Sandblasted", Sandman has approached Spider-Man asking for help in clearing the name of his father, who has been imprisoned for murdering a bum. Baker admits that his father is a petty criminal, but insists he would never go so far as to kill anybody. Baker also mentions that the victim bears an uncanny resemblance to a picture of Peter Parker's Uncle Ben. Sandman accompanies Spider-Man until they find the true killer, who turns out to be Chameleon 2211. Chameleon 2211 killed the Uncle Ben that Hobgoblin 2211 brought from an alternate universe (in issue #8 of Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man) and was posing as him after that. Thanks to Spider-Man, Floyd Baker is switched with Chameleon 2211 and saved, and for the time being, Sandman expresses his thanks to our hero.


That's about as close as we come.

But anyways, Nate tired. Sleep now.

(post end quote from Eric tonight, btw. Funny stuff.)

Until next time,
You're the worst pally I've ever seen. Well...There was this one guy...But it turns out he was a rogue.
~Kataron