scrawls
still cheaper than therapy*







hi, my name is liz, and i play warcraft.

yes, i am a girl. this is a relatively rare thing - certainly there are others, yes, i know - three, four, five other girls that play it, along with maybe a dozen or two other people i'm pretty sure are actually female that i've met ingame. and i've never asked any of them if they play it the same way that i do, which is decidedly different from the way that all the boys i know play, and this is something i think (one of not very many things) that Blizzard has done awfully well with, setting up this huge thing and allowing for different playstyles and keeping them all relatively fun and entertaining enough to keep us from buying other games, at least.

so. in the subcategory of Hardcore Gamers, into which i can no longer deny that i fall (though there are plenty of people more hardcore than me, and who would point at me and say, Casual!, it's really more of a continuum, and my gray-area-sliding-scale is really undeniably noncasual by now; wouldn't anyone who's logged fucking nonstop qualify? i would think so, at least, but) i'm not nearly as steeped in it all. and i won't get all technical and 1334. but there are parts of the game that i enjoy that i'm sure M, for instance, doesn't, (case in point: the valentine's day Red Dress quest reward, and also, i have a Prairie Dog - n, would you like a Prairie Dog? perhaps a cockroach? copperhead snake?), and he doesn't mind all the repetitive bullshit nearly as much as i do, and i'm way more of a carebear. And this is universal among the other people in the guild (which are, at the moment, all boys, but there's only around a dozen of us).

And there's an all girl guild starting on another server. To which i have been invited. and i'm wondering (assuming i can make any time to play there in the first place) if the entire vibe is going to be completely different. we'll all have totally new expectations of each other. it'll be interesting.






new: tags. And trackback.
item: liz is a noob. liz is learning. Hopefully this stuff works.






The Fake News
"Outside the United States, "The Daily Show" is broadcast on the news channel CNN International."






having now finished Angels and Demons because (a) i had nothing better to do during jury duty and (b) we already had it, whereas we do dot already have the da Vinci code, i can say: it was okay; i don't begrudge the however many hours of my life it was to read it; et c .. However. there was one problem.

the problem is the title.

the title currently reads Angels and Demons instead of, as it clearly should, Indiana Jones and the Illuminati's Heir. i'm guessing the da Vinci code's real, working, functional title is - going by what i know about it - Indiana Jones and the Sexy French Curator.






civic duty
Having now a few hours of jury duty completed - they didn't pick me. i think the prosecutor / assistant d.a. person didn't like me - i made a funny face when he asked Do you think this is a good law, that we have to wear seatbelts and well kinda no because if you want to go off and kill yourself who am i to stop you? why should the government be able to tell you you can't? but if you do try to go off and kill yourself and go zooming out the front windshield and hit somebody else then presumably that would hurt rather a good bit for the other person, and the government can have a responsibility to prevent you from hurting the other person, on, you know, public roads, so yeah, on the whole, it's probably an acceptable law. So i made a funny face but i didn't raise my hand - but i think they were the ones that peremptorily scratched me. but. stupid voir dire. which was dumb of them: because after that little part of it he told the jury selection bunch (there were eighteen of us, out of a hundred, that had actually shown up) that there was no chance to send this person to prison, and there was only a fine that we could decide to give him or not, and the fine was limited by law to be between twenty-five and fifty dollars. And this apparently crazed person had been not only driving without his seatbelt on, but he didn't want to pay the twenty-five dollar fine and had us all take the day off work, and presumably had to take the day off work himself (assuming he had a job, because i make more than twenty-five dollars in a day of work, and that'd be under five hours of minimum wage, too) and had to prepare for the trial and et cetera, and i have no idea how much it costs the state to hold a jury trial - they have to pay the justice and the baliff and the secretary-person and for a twenty-five dollar fucking fine, this Texan asshat clearly thought he was important enough and self-righteous enough that he could theoretically make a hundred people take the day off work and screw up everyone's week - plus this was on valentine's day - for a twenty-five dollar fucking fine.

But i'm sure that wouldn't be allowed to be part of the jury's fine-choosing process.






since everyone's doing it
johari - - - nohari






the Send button
the bite-your-lip, and hope-for-the-best, but you-should-really-say-something, because-its-going-to-be-awkward-at-some-point, and it might-as-well-be-now, and oh-shit, and what-if, and oh-fuck-it, and ...






weekended in san anton. Acquired a pretty mexican blanket, tortilla warmer, salsa cup. pretty mexican blanket is explicitly going to vienna with us, because we have been in texas for this long already and have been admiring them nonstop; and we can take those little bits of texas we like with us. far better than some stupid throw from pier 1 (and, approx a billion percent cheaper). plus, if there are tortillas in vienna (which is a highly questionable fact, and i'm sure i don't know how to make them), there will certainly not be tortilla warmers, but there will also not be very many mexican restaurants with tortilla warmers of their own ... also acquired a blue nylon shopping bag, as i have been given to understand that they are required in most of europe. somehow avoided the blue nylon shopping bags with either frida kahlo, the alamo, or a family of armadillos on the cover.

saturday was lovely: a+a+b+b,* too much wine, and the olympics. those crazy fuckers jump over an entire football field at fifty miles an hour. that, and i think they can touch their nose with their skis. (does that count as flexible?)

*all of whom will be at b+j's wedding in april, woot






i continue to see my house through the lens of what can i fucking toss versus what i really might consider keeping. We can give J the pool table and his NEW NOT-EVEN-A-DAY-OLD BABY GIRL (with TEN FINGERS and TEN TOES*) can learn to be a pool shark as soon as she can walk. she's probably almost tall enough already ...

*boys, when they are on the phone, say "And it's fine and everyone's okay?" and then hang up. And when you question them with well How big is it? and Did D have an epidural? and Are their parents here yet? when can we go visit them? they have no idea of any of these things and just look at you blankly and are very unhelpful.






Because it was hard to find the controversial cartoons posted anywhere.

also, to point out: Wiki is publishing them, still. because Wiki has balls.






The Aristocrats
What is a surefire way to (a) remind me and (b) reinforce to a fairly large degree that i want to see your movie? even (c) make me want to immediately go out and buy it? get the aggie student newspaper to say "this is a disgusting and profane and highly obscene pile of horseshit, and under no conditions should anyone reading this paper devote the few-hours to watch it and all the even more repellent, not to mention deviant, foul, crass, and often horrifying special features available on this new dvd." (i'm paraphrasing.)






very sad: the tiny coffee-and-muffins shop, that, when it opened, i told the owner i hoped for the best for her and that she might make it through the first year, and that was a year ago, has now closed. it probably doesn't help that there are (counting)far too many chain coffee stores. especially ones that fail to have decent muffins. how hard is it to acquire a nice buttery soft muffin? starbucks has crunchy-ass-torpedo-scones. Fuck scones.






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