Dreamcatcher

Today was dull. Got up...forget what happened after that...uhh..Oh yeah, watched a couple episodes of Jericho, then talked with Scott for a while about a story he and Jared are writing. I gave him some sweet ideas, the story is going to kick all of your asses.

Then I got Rick up, and the Mormons came over again. They keep sending girls because they know our weakness. This time they even had a friend with them that played WoW. They almost convinced me to come out bowling with them tonight, but then they had another appointment, so they just kind of left.

So then Rick and I went to the mall, looked at nerf guns, and checked out EB, then we got Thai food. I'm afraid of food, so I just got fried rice with chicken, but even that had a metric shit-ton of vegetables in it that made me uncomfortable. But I tried it! And that's a big step.

So we've got a ten man planned for tonight, about two hours from now. We're setting a group for the next dungeon in WoW, called Ulduar. We will of course be running our 25-mans on the normal raiding nights, and ten of us will be taking the ten-mans on different nights. We're trying out a group tonight on some of the current ten-man dungeons to try to gauge how well we all work together. It should be good, the group has myself, Eric, and Rick.

Also, Luthien and Eihr are now out of the guild. If I don't talk to you guys about WoW at all, skip this section, but it turns out that Luthien was stealing enchanting mats by taking entire Kingship 10-man groups, demanding Master Looter, and taking every unwanted item to disenchant, and then keep the disenchanting mats for herself, rather than donate them to the guild-bank, which is what we all thought she was doing. So she got /gkicked, and Eihr went with her because they're dating. Kind of a shame, he was a good healer and I thought he was pretty funny. Luthien was just irritating. Maybe they'll break up and Eihr will come back, we are currently without a Druid healer.

I love the movie Dreamcatcher. But it's just terrible. I don't know why I enjoy it so much. I'm watching it now.

I'm pretty bored.

And alas, I have nothing else to say at the moment, and I have to be ready for that ten-man in about an hour, so I'm going to head off.

Until next time,
Don't feed the Kodos.
~Kataron

I Wasn't Made For Fighting

I dislike Liv Tyler.

I have disliked Liv Tyler for some time, ever since the Lord of the Rings movies. She freaks me out. I do not find her attractive. I don't know if this is because of Lord of the Rings, or just her facial features, but whatever. No, now that I think about it, I didn't really like her face back in Armageddon. I mean, she's got a hot body, but her face bothers me. Also the fact that her father looks like he could swallow an entire dump truck if he so desired. That shit is disconcerting.

Megan and James are watching Lord of the Rings on the projector. I would join them, but I think they're going to watch them all, and if I do that, there's no way I'll make it to the raid tonight. Also I'd be unable to resist talking through them. Because I talk a lot.

And there are a lot of things I dislike about Lord of the Rings that apparently James disagrees with.

So now I am subjecting you to a Lord of the Rings rant. If you don't care, I'd suggest skipping the rest of this post.

Anyways, the standard problem I hear people having with the movies is the lack of Tom Bombadil. I won't lie. I didn't read all of the first book. I initially watched the first movie, then got sucked into the world of Lord of the Rings. But as I could not wait for the next movies to be released, I went ahead and read the books. And they were amazing. They sucked me in and drew a vivid picture for me in my mind. I loved them, and then when the movies were released, I loved them as well.

Then as I started to rewatch the movies, repeatedly, and issues began to develop.

I also went back and tried to read the first book. Turns out? That shit is boring with a capital dull. I got to the point with Tom Bombadil, and thought hat it may be redeeming itself because that shit was, indeed, awesome. But then it got right back to being boring as goddamn shit.

But yeah, there were a lot of issues I had with thet movie. The scouring of the Shire, for instance. You know what? I hate Hobbits. I hate those little hairy fuckers. I wanted their home to be destroyed. Also Saruman died a shitty death. Didn't even get to have his revenge. I wanted some vengeance for him!

But the Shire was left completely unscoured. /sigh.

And then of course Liv Tyler got more air-time than she should have. Lots of scenes that didn't need her, had her. She shouldn't have even been in the first movie. Bitch.

But we argued about that for FAR too long yesterday at the mall. Because we're geeks. I was okay with it for a bit, but then when it became obvious that James was not going to let the conversation die, I went to the other side of the store where Scott was and hung out with him.

Also, the Elves should not have taken part in the battle of Helm's Deep. If you'll look at the history of Middle Earth (Okay, shut the fuck up. This was Jared. Okay? Not me. Not me at all. I don't read histories for fictional worlds, I just read the goddamn books and enjoy the movies. Okay? All right. Good.), the Elves were actually defending their own home city at the same time as Helm's Deep. Also, Elves kind of pussied that whole fight up. I mean, it's men against Orcs. Men vs. Orcs. Fuck the Elves. Fuck 'em. With their bows and their faggotry and their pointy goddamn ears. Fuck I hate Elves.

Except Legolas. Legolas, I could put up with. But only in the books. In the movie he was overdone and kind of gay. In the books, he had a deep and meaningful friendship with Gimli. You can actually see it grow from one book to the next, and in the end Gimli and Legolas have a lifelong friendship. Also maybe they fucked. I always thought it seemed a little gay. I dunno. Anyways, in the movie, it's more of a rivalry, and that doesn't give justice to it at all.

That's enough ranting about Lord of the Rings.

So Scott wants me to get Team Fortress 2. And so he linked me to some videos, and damn it looks good. I think I'm going to have to get it at some point, then I'll need to pick a class. It's got the standards, medic, heavy, soldier, pyro, spy, demolition, engineer, and scout. I think when I get it, I'll give scout a try. They seem to move pretty insanely fast. Looks fun.

Yeah.

Uhh...What else is there to talk about...Ummm...I dunno. I've got a raid in an hour and forty-five minutes. Think we might be giving Three-Drake Sartharion a try again. We failed the last few attempts, but we are getting good at it. With Rick healing, I think we really have a shot. Not that it drops ANYTHING I'm interested in. Mostly I just want the title. I don't have any tittles. Most people have like...dozens of titles. I don't play as much as them.

OH. I am reminded. Reminded am I.

Remember that site I mentioned in the last post, end comment, that I couldn't remember the url of but it was fucking amazing?

Linklinklink.

Check these fuckers out. If you're lucky, the opening video will be one with a clock melting or something. If not, go to projects, and check out the music video for "I Wasn't Made For Fighting". Fucking brilliant. Goddamn fucking brilliant. These people are fucking amazing. Watch it now.

Until next time,
I'm going to play with my nerf gun now.
~Kataron

Echo Chamber

Hey there, kiddies.

Exciting day today.

Well, exciting for me. So probably an average Saturday for all but the most socially maligned. But as I am one of the socially maligned, I quite enjoyed it.

So I'd been up until roughly six in the morning, chatting with a girl named Samantha from the webcam site Stickam. I'll rant more about that later, namely one asshole that decided to google me.

Anyways, I was tired. I didn't sleep very well last night even when I did get to bed, which is not unusual for me, and it was sometime around ten or eleven that I was jostled from sleep by someone showering. As my bed rests against the shared bathroom wall with the shower, I usually notice such things. I was trying to get back to sleep when I started hearing voices talking just outside. Lots of loud voices. After about ten, fifteen minutes of fruitless attempts to return to whatever forgotten dream I was in, so I got up, dressed, and stumbled out of my room.

I was irritated at having my sleep interrupted, but as it turned out, Scott was visiting. I hadn't seen Scott in a month or so, so it was a nice surprise. As it turned out, they were going to the mall. So I instituted a new house rule.

You wake Nate up, you take Nate with you wherever you're going. So I showered, shaved, and off we went. To the mall. Myself, Scott, James, Jared, and Megan. Rick was still fast asleep, as he'd been up as late as me, and could sleep through two angry Mexican wrestlers having a verbose argument as to whose mask was superior while literally standing on his bed. True story.

Anyways, it was the five of us, and off we went. Jared needed shoes, James wanted a sheet to use as a screen for his projector, and I wanted entertainment. We got there, located a shoe store, but it quickly became apparent that watching Jared shop for shoes would be a tedious chore at best. So James and I excused ourselves and went to EB. Cute EB Girl was not working, but any trip to a video game retailer is a fun one. James had a few games to trade in, and ended up getting...shit...what's it called...Ah, Lost Planet. I'll probably never play it. I saw Dave play it once.

In the game, you're on some icy planet, and you have to locate sources of thermal energy to keep warm enough to survive. And don't get me wrong, sometimes putting a timer or something in a video game can be fun, but when the timer is there the entire time, from start of the game to finish, it's just stressful. There have been a few games to attempt such things and fail. Shinobi, for the PS2, had a cursed sword that drained your health unless you were killing enemies. Breath of Fire: Dragon Quarter had a system where...shit, I think every step you took brought you closer to something bad happening? I don't know, I didn't want to find out. I don't want to be stressed out when I play a game, I want to take a leisurely amount of time and enjoy myself.

But anyways, we left there, and assumed that Jared would have tried another couple shoe stores, so we checked the other two in the mall (because a mall needs at least three, apparently. I think there might have been one just for chicks, too. So four. What the fuck.), and no sign of them. We ended up returning to the original store, where they were standing outside. Jared got his new shoes. I didn't particularly care for them, but they're a damn sight nicer than the boots he was wearing.

At this point, we wandered again, and went BACK to EB. Scott wanted to check something out. And surprisingly, Cute EB Girl had arrived in the brief time we'd been looking for our friends. We meandered around the store for a while, discussed a few games and how Wario is undoubtedly a pedophile. Then we left, and entered Wal-Mart. Again, wandered for a while, stopping off in the electronics section, then moving towards the McDonald's. We were hungry, so we got food, and then sat around for a good forty-five minutes talking about movies and the potential for movie franchises such as Batman and Spiderman. Yes, geeky conversation topics, but hardly surprising, and quite entertaining.

Then James picked up a sheet for the projector, we looked at weights and such, then got sidetracked at the toy section. The nerf guns, to be precise.

I haven't had a nerf gun since I was a kid. Megan has one, it's entertaining to play with, and Scott has many. Scott likes to mod them, to increase their range, make them fire faster, make them hit harder, that sort of thing. He decided that I needed one.

This one, to be precise.

'cept it cost half that. Anyways, so now I have a nerf rifle. It's...Surprisingly entertaining. The darts don't stick to anything, but they're fired a lot harder than Megan's pistol, and when I reload, a plastic shell that held the previous dart will be expelled from the gun, in the same manner as a real gun. That's probably the coolest part, seeing it fly out and hearing it clatter to the ground after I've fired. Scott thinks I should replace the plastic shells with metal ones, to give a more realistic sound, but I'm not sure it's worth the effort.

Then we stopped off at the Telus and Bell stores, then headed back to our house, where we proceeded to spend the next hour and a half to two hours watching Youtube videos on the projector. And boy, do I have some videos to show YOU.

The first one, Scott found. Linklinklink. Cool shit.

Then there was the trailer for the movie that's coming out, called 9.

The trailer is here: linklinklink.

And the original ten minute video that the movie is based upon is here: linklinklinklink.

I'd never even heard of the movie until today, but now I am excited for it. First off, the video that it's based on, released in 2005, is both original and stunning, painting a picture of a post apocalyptic world where only miniature robots have survived. It doesn't give a backstory or much of a narrative, but it's incredibly well animated, and well thought out.

The video that's going to be coming out looks absolutely amazing. It has an all star cast, with people like Elijah Wood, Crispin Glover and John C. Reilly. Not only that, but it's directed by Tim Burton. If you know who any of these people are, you should be excited. I'm looking forward to watching Tim Burton's view on the post apocalyptic world created by Shane Acker four years ago.

But yeah.

So last night, I was chatting with the girl I mentioned earlier, Samantha, and there were maybe six or seven other people in chat, a few of them new, most of the familiar. I've been talking with the girl for the past week or so, so I know most of the names that I see coming in and out of the room.

One guy decides to ask me where I got my name from. I told him that it was original, since it is. I've been using this since I needed a name to play Mordor, the old text-based game. And that was back when I was in grade nine or ten, which is a great many years ago now. He didn't believe me, so he googled the name. He found this blog and my Youtube channel. Then he sought to embarass me by taking bits and pieces from my blog entries and copying them into the webcam chat. Taken alone, these bits and pieces make me seem altogether pathetic and friendless. Taken with the rest of the post, you see that I pretty much am pathetic and friendless, but at least it's well written. And considering the number of readers I've had over the years, it must be at least somewhat entertaining.

At any rate, it wasn't much fun being mocked by some stranger on the internet, so I left until I was informed that he'd been kicked. He also posted my youtube page, which currently only has one video. I had one or two others, but I deleted them the other day.

But yeah. Jackasses on the internet, not much fun. I've had this blog for five years now, and I'm not likely to take it down any time soon. I've made friends over this, lost friends over this, and gotten suspended from school for it. I'm not likely to change now.

Anyways, I'm bored, and tired. I think I'm going to watch a movie of some variety.

Until next time,
There was oooooone more link I wanted to give you guys, to an absolutely amazing music video, but I can't for the life of me remember it. I'll get the link later and put it in my next post, if I remember.
~Kataron

Sudden Death

So apparently Blogger has some CRAZY NEW "followers" thing. If you choose, you can become a follower of my blog. You can follow it.

What does this mean? I have no fucking idea. No fucking idea.

But apparently Caitlin follows my blog. Probably because she's trying to learn my one weakness so that she can destroy me.

And now for a rant about chicks.

Watch this video first.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Chickens are fucking evil. Fucking evil little fuckers.

They will one day rise up and conquer mankind. That is, if we don't eat them. We have to eat them and kill their pathetic species before they have a chance to evolve. Evolve into META-CHICKENS.

What's a Meta-Chicken? FUCK. I have to explain fucking everything to you fuckers.

Meta-Chickens are the next evolution of the species. So far it's only happened once. And that was fucking horrible.

Only male chickens, roosters or cocks as it were, are able to turn into Meta-Chickens. They have to survive to a certain age. Nobody is entirely sure how old it is, but it's pretty goddamn old.

FACT: Chickens are unable to die from natural causes. We are the ONLY thing that can kill them. Well, us and wolves. And occasionally they are struck by lightning. But aside from that, chickens WILL NOT DIE.

But yeah. Only male chickens. Not entirely sure why. I theorize that it has something to do with eggs. They continue to lay eggs and thus lose their ability to evolve. Into Meta-Chickens.

Meta-Chickens have incredible psychic powers. They have ultimate intelligence, and can talk. They have British accents.

Their powers include:

Pyrokinesis. That means they can MAKE FIRE WITH THEIR CHICKEN MINDS.

Mind Control. They can take over the minds of lesser beings and force them to do their bidding. I once saw one take over a nun and make her murder a bushel of orphans. I lol'd.

Bladestorm. They can conjure blades of energy from the abyss and cause them to go whirling through a crowd of people, slicing through them like a hot knife through butter.

They can also do some other shit, like animate snowmen, make fridges turn into ovens, and fire lightning from their beaks, but mostly they just do the other things.

Anyways, the last time a Meta-Chicken was born was about six months ago. It's the first recorded time, but frankly, I suspect that they may have their own civilization, deep within the earth, or perhaps deep in the ocean. Or maybe space or a volcano or something. Or maybe they're secretly in control of the world's government. Or maybe then run EA.

At any rate, there was fire everywhere. That's when I saw the nun kill the orphans. You see, I was visiting Mexico. Well....Invading. Invading Mexico. I wasn't too far in. Then I saw an explosion. I was a little perturbed, I thought someone else had gotten there before me. And fuck that shit.

So logically I charged towards the explosion, and that's when I saw it. A Meta-Chicken, sitting in the middle of a burning town. All around it, chaos. People fighting each other, some of them were on fire. The nun thing.

And that's when the Meta-Chicken noticed me. And suddenly blades of energy flew towards me! I like like "ohhhhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit" and dove out of the way and it was totally slow-motion and shit. I dove behind a conveniently placed dumpster. It wasn't actually very good cover. It was on fire. I think something was moving around in it too.

Anyways, so there I was, locked in battle with a Meta-Chicken, people dying on fire all around me.

Mind you, I had been prepared to kill a couple people (or zombies) in my invasion of Mexico, so I had a shotgun on me.

So I dove out from behind the dumpster and fired. But it used its psychic powers to throw a human shield of nuns in the way. At this point I was getting kind of pissed at the nuns, and wondering why there were so goddamn many of them, but there wasn't much I could do about it then.

Then the Meta-Chicken spoke. In a British accent.

I won't tell you exactly what it said, partially for suspense, and partially because that was a goddamn rude chicken. It said some very mean things to me.

Anyways, I won't go into the details, but I beat the this out of that Meta-Chicken, and then proceeded to eat it. That's also how I lost my leg. Because I totally only have one leg. You guys probably didn't notice though. It's no biggie. I hide it well.

Anyways, apparently Microsoft is developing a new console.

Fuck you, Microsoft.

Until next time,
Everything I just said was completely factual and in no way BS.
~Kataron

What's that? Top hunter DPS? Why yes, that's me!

I would just like you all to know that I am awesome.

Tonight in World of Warcraft, we again attempted to defeat the dragon Sartharion. I think that's its name. Fuck if I'm going to spell check.

Anyways, I decided to try something new.

Since the dawn of Azeroth, I have been a hunter. Huntards, some call us. Easy mode, others call us. You know what I call us? Fucking entertaining.

Now, for those of you that don't know, there are three different types of hunters.

The first I shall mention is Marksmanship. Firin' bullets, hittin' targets, the key to marksmanship is the stings. You see, hunters possess a wide variety of stinging shots. The first of which is serpent sting, which is just a straight damage over time. Viper sting drains mana. Scorpid sting reduces the enemies chance to hit. And Wyvern sting puts the enemies to sleep, but that's actually a Survival talent.

Anyways, the focus of that spec is the last move, Chimera Shot. Used in conjunction with stings, it has lethal results. If a Serpent Sting is on, the shot deals damage as well as 40% of the damage that the sting has already done. If a Viper Sting is on, it immediately replenishes 60% of the mana it drained. And Scorpid Sting makes the disarm thing last longer. MM Hunters should only have to use one sting, then Chimera should keep replenishing it, because it puts the sting back on as new whenever the shot is fired.

Then there's survival hunters, all about traps and the biggest move, explosive shot. Explosive shot deals massive amounts of damage. Aside from that, I didn't know much about this spec before today.

And the last is Beast Mastery, or BM. Relying on your pet for damage, tanking, and general awesomeness. Great levelling spec, used to be a great raiding spec, still pretty decent, but you need to know how to use it. I always liked it because I could have a bear take all the damage for me, then I just kind of got used to it.

Anyways, tonight I decided to check out survival. It's currently the best raiding spec, so I figured I'd give it a shot. Eric was telling me that with my gear and my AWESOMENESS (or at least gameplaying skill.) that he thought I could be at the top of the DPS charts. And since hunters are a pure damage class, it was surprising that they aren't already.

So I decided to do some research. First I examined the other Survival hunters, looked at their specs, then immediately disregarded them. Then I built one that seemed neat. Then I did some research. Then I changed it. Research. Changed it. Research. Changed it. Yes, I did research about World of Warcraft. I learned that yes, I could allow periodic damage (serpent sting) proc an awesome move that gave me two free (no cooldown, no mana) Explosive Shots, which are my BEST shot. Or I could run right the fuck up to the enemy, throw down a trap, have it trigged, and get the free shot like that. And so I did. Also I crit so often, I was able to take only one point in a couple talents that would normally require two or three. Go for the Throat replenishes pet energy on a crit, but you only need one point, as with how often I crit, it can't possibly burn through that much energy. Another gives me a 33% chance on a crit to increase my attack power for seven or eight seconds. Again, I crit like a fiend.

So I decided to go into a very hard fight, the only thing we have not yet cleared, with a completely new, completely untested spec. And you know what happened? Top five DPS. Top hunter DPS. The hunters that had been survival for weeks didn't even know how I was doing so well. I had one guy ask me for advice on a spec I'd only just started using. I told him that traps were the fucking shit.

So yeah. Top hunter DPS. Top out of four. And god dammit am I ever proud of myself.

Also exhausted, it's four am.

Until next time,
Massive caffeine consumption also helps. Like unhealthy levels.
~Kataron

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary

Well, I'm in Rockwood for the weekend. Hadn't been around for a while.

Also, I had a dream last night that was awesome. It was a zombie dream, featuring the cast of How I Met Your Mother, and my collective roommates. Except Rick and Megan. I think they might have been eaten. Sorry guys.

It was a weird dream. But Barney was, as always, hilarious.

Aside from that, it's been fun being back in Rockwood. Being fed is pleasant, being lectured about how I need a job, less so. Because I'm well aware of it, and it's all I hear from them. And I'm looking.

Anyways, weekends back home are a nice break from that, visiting with people and enjoying myself.

Except when Dave attacks me whenever I visit Rebecca and he's over. It happens every single time, without fail. He'll jump on me and start hitting me while repeating something or trying to make me say or do something. I fight back, but I usually end up falling off the couch. Bastard.

So I don't suppose any of you have been following the Pirate Bay trial? No? I didn't think so. One of the best torrent sites in the world, which has already been host to numerous police raids and various illegal attempts by law inforcement to shut them down, when by Swedish law they are not doing anything actually illegal. Or so they've claimed up to this point.

There's a trial in Sweden right now going on to figure out whether or not they've been engaged in illegal activities. And quite frankly, it's looking good for us. And only in Sweden, where they have a political party known as the "Pirate Party" running in the next election, could this be happening. In fact, the verdict was supposed to be in DAYS ago, and still we've heard nothing.

But let's get a quick update of the trial thus far. Angry people demanding the heads of the pirates of Pirate Bay for hosting their various copyrighted material. And apparently inept prosecution. On the second day of the trial, the second goddamn day, half of the charges were dropped because the prosecution apparently just didn't have the evidence to support them. He was attempting to use .torrent files as evidence, without any way to prove that the torrent files themselves were using the Pirate Bay's trackers.

They also called the site "organized crime on a grand scale", and claimed that they made "significant revenues". If any of you have used a torrent before, and I'm guessing most of you have, then you realize that the only money they make off of the sites is with the various advertisers they have on the sites. And there's nothing illegal about that.

They were asking for thirteen million dollars, and claimed that they may not be able to pay it all, but would be able to pay a good chunk of it. Thirteen million dollars. Because they apparently make mass amounts of money. From their advertisers? And let's be honest, they probably spend a lot of money on bandwidth and server maintenance, with all of the people around the world using their site so very often. Goddamn it these people are stupid.

And, as the pirates are hilarious, the following occurred:

"Peter said that after today’s proceedings they all went for some pizza, where they met the whole opposing side. He asked if they could pick up the check. “They refused,” he said."

Information can be found here or here. The first is an official site by the pirates themselves, but quite frankly, they've been busy lately. The second is a site called Torrent Freaks, which is a good news sites for all things torrenty. I've been following the trial since it started from both sites, including a short scare when Pirate Bay went off-line for a day. It turned out to be a server issue and not at all related to the trial. I breathed a sigh of relief when I learned that.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go murder a lot of innocent people, take their ears, and trade said ears for money. I already blew up a town, murdered the entire population of The Republic of Dave, enslaved multiple people, and basically been a massive ass to everyone forever. Awesome.

Until next time,
GARY can totally beat up the Kingship.
~Kataron

Scorpid Sting

So, today was a good day.

Woke up at the usual time, around one in the afternoon. Finished my WoW dailies while watching some anime that James owns on DVD, then played my Druid a bit.

You see, folks, when you level a character to 80, some people no longer want to quest. That is foolish. Questing at 80 earns no experience (as you are maxxed.), but instead doubles the amount of gold you get from each quest. I made about five hundred gold questing today. It was good times.

Then I logged off WoW and lurked /b/ for a bit. I like lurking /b/. I'm lurking right now, but I'm mostly centered in a backgrounds thread. It's going pretty well, got at least a dozen awesome new backgrounds, and a few less cool ones, but still neat. Contributed eight of the ones I have on my compy, including my favourite, one of Haunter. Gotta love Haunter.

Anyways, I logged off of WoW because it was almost five, and I was expecting people to come over. Strange people, but people none the less. You see, around a week ago, I was the only conscious one in the house, and the doorbell rang. I opened it, and two guys about my age were standing there. They first asked for Jared. I told them Jared wasn't home. He was, he was just sleeping. I don't like disturbing Jared's sleep, he spends so much time working, I feel bad about it. So anyways, no Jared. Then they asked for Rick. Rick was...what was Rick doing...Rick was doing something...Ah yes. He'd just left to spend time with Kathryn. If you have a decent memory, she was the bitch that was stalking Dave, the one I can't help but hate for reasons that I shouldn't have to remind you people. I mean, if you're reading my blog, you probably know my history, right? RIGHT?! Unless you're just stumbling across it and don't really know me and are getting a completely weird view of me. BUT ANYWAYS.

ohhhhhhh sweet background was just posted. Evil Koolaid man bursting through a wall. Sweet.

So no Rick or Jared. They asked who I was. I told them. Nate. Nate is who I am. Kataron probably would have confused them. Turns out, they were Mormons, and had bumped into Jared, and I guess Rick at some point in the past, and wanted to talk to them because that's what Mormons do. They asked if they could come in and talk to me for a bit, so I said sure. I'm never opposed to chatting about religion for a bit, I find it entertaining, and frankly, I felt kind of bad for the two guys. I mean, as pleasant as they were, I'm sure that they get a lot of people being very nasty and rude to them. So I invited them to come in, and we chatted for a bit, I was entertained, they got to spend half an hour not wandering around (it was colder last week than it was this week. This week is just nice), and then they said that they wanted to come back another time and talk to me. Whatever, my schedule isn't...filled....by any stretch of the word...So I said sure, come back sometime next week. They marked me down for Monday at five. Which is why yesterday (as we have entered the realms of Tuesday), at just before five, I logged off of WoW, made sure I was wearing pants, and prepared to have company.

I was in for a bit of a surprise, as I was expecting the two guys, Duke and Witt (yeah, they wrote down their names), and instead was greeted by three girls and a dude. Normally the Mormons travel in groups of two. And only two of them were the official missionaries, and they had two friends, a couple that were with them. So they all came up, and we chatted for a while. It started out with small talk about some of the decorations we have in the house. I'm proud to say that our house is much cleaner than it was a week or two ago, and we're trying to get the living room looking more presentable. So we've got the badass LotR poster thing Rick brought, which isn't like...a movie poster or anything...It's sort of hard to describe, I could probably just call it a painting and get away with it, but it's neat. We've got that behind the couch, with a Watchmen poster of Rorschach on the right, and a poster of TNMT to the left. That's right, motherfuckers, we've got a poster of the goddamn TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES in our living room. And not the pussy ass ones from the newer series, we're talking about original, badass, pizza eating motherfuckers. Fuck yeah. We've also got a cardboard standup of Gandalf in our corner. He's watching us at all times. You know, making sure it's secret. Making sure it's safe.

Man, I get sidetracked easily.

Anyways, small talk about a bit of that stuff before diving into religion, and we'd only just started talking about it when James got home. Now, I don't think most of you reading this will have met James. He's the guy that replaced Eric, and he's good people. And as I learned after the Mormons visisted last week, his dad was a Bishop in the Mormon church where they used to live. He hasn't been going to church for a while, but he was raised as a Mormon, so he was interested in sitting in and joining our little chat. And it was a good little chat. I like missionaries, 'cause it's pretty much their job to be pleasant. And if you react well, then everybody's happy, 'cause they're used to people being dicks to them. So they hung around a bit, we found out one of the girls lives pretty much just down the street from us, and they're coming back again next Monday. And apparently this time, it will be the same people again, and not two completely NEW people again. Which I don't mind, the girls were kind of cute.

And then they left, and I hung out with James for a bit, chatting about this, that, and the other thing. I mentioned that I needed to get a phone card and wasn't sure where to get one, and he informed me that there is a Telus store in the mall. So away we went! Well, not really. First we had some pizza pops. And watched Megan go off to Kung Fu. And then watched Jared get in from talking the cat out on a harness and leash in the backyard. Which still seems weird to me, but Squirtle is a little spazz, and I'd hate to lose her to the wonders of our backyard.

Anyways, we had invited both Jared and Megan to come to the mall with us and chill out. But Megan had Kung Fu, and Jared had "work" to do. So we managed to get Jared interested in our conversation, and ended up hanging around the living room for about an hour, an hour and a half, just shootin' the shit and having a good chat. Then, since we'd already wasted a lot of his time, he figured what the fuck, why not make a mall run?

And so we did. And it was good. It was very good. We passed the Telus store, but I got nervous 'cause it was full of people. And it's not a large store. So we passed it and instead went to the Sony Store, where we looked at the 42" television that James wanted to buy. The sales guy was putting the pressure on us like craaaaaaaazy to get it, and wanted to sell us a Blu-Ray player.

Here's what I think about Blu-Ray:

Fuck Blu-Ray.

Aw, backgrounds thead reached the image limit...Which is 150, so I got a LOT of new backgrounds tonight. Huzzah!

So yeah, didn't buy, 'cause...well, James didn't want to spend that much money out of his tax return and car sales, in case he was unable to find viable employment for the summer. He left, citing that he "had to run it past his girlfriend". So then we went to EB.

Mostly I wanted to see if Cute EB Girl was working. As the name aptly describes, she's cute and works at EB. She's really cute, dark hair, wears glasses, and seems to always be wearing the same long black skirt. I probably sound creepy. Well, it's not my fault if I happened to notice a cute girl in my favourite store in the mall, so stfu. I want to try to strike up a conversation with her, but it's difficult to bring something up unless it's video game related. But she does seem to know her video games, which is always a good thing.

But aside from wanting to see if the cutest girl in the mall was working, I wanted to see if I could get a new RCA jack for ma PS2. Mine never really recovered from y dogs mauling it back in the day. Mind you, half the issue is with my tv, but I was figuring that if James was going to get something new, we'd need something to plug it in with, and one of the three RCA cables has been severed completely, and no amount of tinkering has gotten it working again. We managed to find one that will allow us to look up the PS2, 360, and Wii all at the same time. Which is fantastic, because those are the three systems we own. Huzzah! I didn't have the cash on me to get that AND a phone card, so James opted to make it a gift. It still doesn't work great with my crappier older tv, but when the PS2 is moved to a bigger and better screen, it will make all the difference.

Then I got my phone card, and we were on our way. But wait! Our stomachs, they grumbled with hunger. Well, Jared's did. I'd had a pizza pop, I was okay. But when he offered to pay for me, then mine started grumbling. But the fool had forgotten his wallet at home, so we needed to recover it. And so we left, stopping briefly at HMV where James bought a new copy of 300 and Transformers, both of which I look forward to watching.

Then we bumped into Megan on the way home, saw what looked to be a high school party down the street from us (fucking March Break.), retreived the wallet, and made our way to Subway. Jared had Subway gift cards. So Subway it was. It was an hour before close, and alas, they did not have the sauce for the only sub I had been able to bring myself to bring, the meatball one. I was upset. I QQ'ed. But then I had the girl suggest something to me, which I now forget what it was, but it had a couple types of meat, a bunch of cheese, and BBQ sauce. She wanted to put mayo on it, but dammit, I wasn't going to stand for that kind of nonsense. I also talked Jared into getting me the meal deal, with a pop and two cookies.

And it was the only time in my ENTIRE LIFE that I regretted getting Coke. The machine must have been severly low on syrup, 'cause it was watered down like a motherfucker. Tasted terrible. But dammit, I was thirsty. The sub was tasty, the cookies were great, and it was also a lot of fun just being able to hang out with everyone.

Rick missed the entire fun day by being away getting his smelly cat fixed, but it was a good day nonetheless.

Then we got home, divided amongst ourselves, and I haven't spoken to any of them except James saying that he's thinking of buying a projected off of Ebay instead, which is cheaper than the tv we were looking at by a couple of hundred bucks.

But anyways, all in all, it was a good day.

And I sinceerely doubt that anyone read this entire post. I was pretty much just rambling about what I did today. But I don't care. Maybe one day my genius will be appreciated. And when that happens, I shall be named Overlord of the world, and I will wear a large hat with a gun hidden inside of it. But for now, it's quarter past four in the morning, and the main reason I stayed up for the past our, being my backgrounds thread, has breathed it's last breath, so I'm off to sleep before the sun rears its ugly head and makes it so much more difficult for me to pass out.

Until next time,
DUDE. There might be bears. And bear cavalry. And bears with guns! God I love my funny pictures folder. This would be so much funnier to you people if you saw what I was seeing. But fuck, I just spent fifteen minutes going through funny pictures.
~Kataron

Extra Trolls

You know what I hate?

When people are making videos or doing webcam things, and then they make their fingers into a little heart thing. It looks so fucking stupid. So fucking stupid.

So tomorrow I need to go get a new phone card, which I've been putting off doing for a couple of days. Then it's back to looking for work. Rick will be looking too when he gets back. He left today to get his cat fixed, then he's hanging out with people that nobody else but him likes (Jon and possibly Kathryn, aka Creepy Stalker Bitch). But on the bright side, his cat's getting fixed. Woo!

Also, I entered the backyard of this house for the first time I think since we first came and looked at the house in the summer. And I was reminded of how cool a backyard it is. Megan bought a harness and leash of sorts for her cat. I disapprove of such things, but Squirtle is the kind of cat that if we let her out on her own, she'd run off and get into trouble somewhere. And if we don't let her out at all, I think she's liable to claw apart one of the window screens or our screen door in the kitchen and get out on her own. She was quite excited to get outside.

Megan and I discussed what to do with the backyard. She's going to try planting some flowers and stuff to make it look better, and at some point we're going to get a barbeque and some patio stuff set up out there, so if we have company over (which happens semi-frequently.), then people can hang out there. Plus our back shed has a stereo and speakers, so we'd have music for whatever occasion we'd have. I was a little surprised that it still worked fine after the long cold winter. Also I assumed the shed was haunted.

So yeah. I haven't posted much recently. But dammit, there's not much to post about.

Unless you're interested at all in my exploits in Azeroth, which, frankly, are becoming less and less. I got my Druid to 80 because I was bored, and Kataron got a best in slot trinket, a best in slot helm, and a couple other shiny shiny pieces of shiny equipment. But I don't go on much when I'm not raiding.

I have my tv set up in here now, so I've got my PS2 and James' Wii, although I don't use that often. I played through Super Mario Galaxy and No More Heroes.

So right now I need to find a job, and design a new D&D campaign, because apparently everyone in the house is interested in playing.

Yep.

Oh, and for those of you that don't know, Eric moved back to Rockwood last week.

But now it's ten to two in the morning, and I'm going to watch something I just downloaded, then sleep.

I'll try to post again soon.

Until next time,
One day, lulzycat, vengeance shall be ours.
~Kataron

Like A Boss

Well, it's Tuesday night. I was supposed to go back home today, but my dad was late and elected to not drive me instead. And my mom's van is without any form of heat. So I'm here for another night. Tomorrow I shall be home.

So, I guess Twitter is a big thing these days with people.

My thoughts?

Fuck Twitter. Twitter is fucking retarded. Why the fuck would people want to know what somebody is doing all the time? I honestly just don't understand why it's so popular.

My Twitter account would be boring.

Playing World of Warcraft.

Watching a movie.

Watching Rick sleep.

Playing World of Warcraft.

Trying to assassinate Jared.

Yep, that's what it would say. But fuck that, what's the point in saying so little? I mean, that's why I have a blog. If someone wants to read the opinions of an angry twenty-something (Yeah, I can never remember my age. I could figure it out incredibly easily if only I cared.) nerd, then they've got this. In fact, that's what you're doing right now!

And not in sentence-long form, usually broken and without grammar. Fuck that shit.

So I tried out a custom L4D campaign today. I got up to the second level. Apparently a lot of people couldn't figure out how to get out of the first room. The key is to smash the fuse box connected to the door via a visible wire. It's not rocket science, but it IS new to the game, and that's a good thing.

The maps themselves were....Okay. The zombies didn't seem to know where to go. Most of them stood around not knowing what the fuck to do. I shot them. The entrances for the zombie hordes was also confusing. On at least two occasions, I got the music starting for a horde, and I could hear them running at me and screaming, but they were nowhere to be found. It was confusing. I didn't get past the second level, because I thought it was a great idea to jump on something and separate myself from the group. And no, it wasn't even a special zombie that got the best of me. It was a fucking ledge.

FUCKING LEDGES.

I couldn't pull myself up.

Oh yes, in a zombie apocalypse, it won't be the hordes of undead mutations that kill me, it will be a ledge. I'll start to fall off, catch myself, and hang off the edge, not really trying to get up, but expecting someone to pull me up. Then after a few minutes, my strength will give out, and I'll fall. It won't even be the collision with the ground that kills me. I'll die somehow mid-fall.

...Fucking ledges.

So anyways, I've got a raid in about an hour, and I need to ponder the meaning of life, defeat Spiderman, and drop-kick a monkey wearing a diaper, so I'm off.

Until next time,
Know your body and I know how to please ya, don't thank me, thank Wikipedia
~Kataron