dumb WoW groups

I’m a bit ticked off, because I went into SFK (Shadowfang Keep) with a really bad group. I like SFK, usually. Good loot, not too deadly for the younger folks. These guys had no idea what they were doing, though, and many of them were in my guild, so I couldn’t really just tell them to stuff it.

They charged right in, collected mobs, got party members killed repeatedly. It was a real “Leroy Jenkins” hour. Check youtube on that if you’re not familiar. And I apologized to the guy who kept getting killed the most, about the sloppy mission handling, and he responded by trying to weasel money out of me. Sheesh. Crowd of bloody stupid pissants.

Makes me grumpy. Not quite what I had in mind for a nice game. So it goes.

The Gold Standard

A fair number of people will tell you that the gold standard is far-out crazy talk, which is the sort of thing that ought to warn you about them. They’ve been eating Fox News or something… bad medicine for the brain.

For much of the history of the world, the money system has been based on gold. Why? Because it’s always been perceived as having value, everywhere, everywhen. The U.S. used to have currency (paper money) based on gold, where you could actually trade in a dollar bill for gold at the bank. I’m not going to get into why and when that changed, because it’s a rather long and depressing story of political incompetence and/or greed.

I have a dream

It’s not a dream where all white people and all black people can walk down the streets together, hand in hand. No, I think you can find that already, anyway, especially in San Francisco.

No, my dream is about mad scientists with psychic powers, televisions that can teleport tiny hamsters, and a pair of brothers that I don’t have. If this dream has a meaning, it eludes me. Different, though, isn’t it?

The mad scientist is one of the brothers I don’t have, and those are his hamsters, and his huge television. The hamsters get teleported into a tiny box full of white dust, except you don’t find anything in the box but white-dusted clumps of hamster shit.

Make of it what you will. I’m baffled.

Heroes we don’t talk about

I’ve been playing WoW again. It’s entertainment, and it’s an often disturbing source of insight into human nature. A lot of people are crabby, selfish, power-mongering, sniping creeps… who can’t spell. I think, on the whole, they can be beaten by a good team of generous, selfish individuals, but there isn’t even a right word in the language to describe that, is there?

A hellhole in the wall

It was, oh, was it about a year ago, today? Maybe? “Tempus fugits”, as George used to joke. He had a way with words. A bad way, really, he was a punster. But, he was certainly right about tempus fugiting. He’s dead now. A toast to you, old boy.

It must have been about a year ago that I went on that date. It was a long way out of town, and I wasn’t all that eager for the drive, despite the fine man awaiting me. (Not George). He lived in a little old place that hadn’t been getting better since the local industry collapsed. There was about one restaurant in town, so we went there.

I like big butts and I cannot lie

…well, I like a good, round pair of buns, anyway. I ‘member a guy I thought was really hot, back when, but he really had no ass to speak of. Not that I wouldn’t have played with him anyway but, I did kinda wonder how the hell he kept his pants on. He would have been a god if he’d just had a little more butt.

This article’s going to be “not safe for work”, in a text-only fashion, so you can stop right here if you’re squeamish or at work. We’re going to talk about the buttsecks.

Do ya know? Perversity of hit-counts

Do ya know?

The blog entries that get the most hits are almost certain not to get feedback. Some of them get many thousands of hits but, hey, apparently they got their feed and went away. Silent data-sucking in the night.

Statistically, those are the most useful articles, and I do appreciate the views. On the other hand, though, I must say that I attach much more importance to the posts that people actually respond to. (Yes, “to which people actually respond”, thank you, but that’s stuffy as all hell.)

Temporary vacancy of the mind

Sorry I haven’t been providing the accustomed entertainment, bemusement, outrage, or neat ideas, this week. Haven’t felt like saying anything. These things happen. I’ll be back.

Invisible Prisons

We live our lives in cages that aren’t there. The bars are, at once, both stronger than steel and more gossamer than a butterfly’s wing. They’re made of customs, cultures, religions, habits… ideas.

Squeal like a pig

I like the banjo scene from Deliverance. It’s wonderful in oh-so-many ways. Irony, excellent music, and the curious theme (similarly expressed in Clockwork Orange) of that bizarre mixture of genius and beast that is Man.

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything much more than PG-rated, here. (”It’s quiet.” “Too quiet.”)

I think I’ll reinstate Sexy Sundays. I have a mind to review pornography. I’ve made a fair survey of the field, I expect, and I’m inclined to share my observations. There is all too little video porn out there that is very good. Perhaps my pointers will have some small value.

Of course, people do have wildly different ideas about what’s exciting but, if you don’t like the pictures, perhaps you’ll enjoy it for the articles. Heh.

No worries. I’ll post the usual warnings and keep the good stuff below the fold. You can scurry off if the idea horrifies you.