Kingdom of Loathing

Everybody knows that World of Warcraft, "WoW", is the massive online game where children pretend to be powerful monsters and work as a team to destroy evil things. Well there has been developed a pun to WoW.

Whereas WoW is a very visual and audio related game. Where if WoW video shut down, no one would play. Kingdom of Loathing is the anti-WoW to the world. It is a text based game where players read text and see small pictures and interact with other players around the world. It is a plain game and a journey of sorts all in the same bundle. Many players get online everyday to use their adventures to see new monsters and explore branching dungeons. The main picture/character for KoL is a simple stick man with a martini glass and a sword.

KoL is not only the parody to WoW, it is the parody and pun to every popular subject matter in the world. Every adventure has a witty quip that relates to some real world matter. It plays on anything from movies to politics.

The Anti-WoW has arrived, and it shall be called KoL.

With The Word

What does argue mean?

The definition of argue, according to some online dictionary is to put forth reasons for or against. One can argue through any type of media, since it is not restricted, by definition, to a single or small group. Audio, Visual, Touch, Taste, Smell. All of the senses can argue. A nasty smelling food that tastes good argue with itself. The smell puts forth reasons against eating. Most college classes will make one present arguments in paper form. That is, writing paper about arguing a point.

In English Composition 1020, students are to compose argumentative papers based on the broad topic of the class. Whether the class be about body/image or Harry Potter, the topics will be arguing points from the subject matter. I am currently enrolled in English 1020 Internet Life. The topics we could possibly discuss were covered in a previous blog, but I'd like to explore one more closely.

What is WoW doing to the world?

This is an extremely broad topic, and it could branch off in one of a hundred directions. I could speak of the alternate reality that children these days are attached to, or the multi-million dollar industry that it has created. I could talk about why kids play, or why not. WoW is such a huge global entity, I could teach a class about WoW.

My point of explaining the different items I could discuss shows the multitudes of information available for the class next semester. I can talk about anything, so long as it has two or more sides.

In a Manner of Speaking

Internet Life as we know it is coming to an end. Now I will provide you with four to five keys facts about such, which in turn have four to five keys facts of their own. I am to prove to you that either, one, you are wrong about what you think, or two, I am right no matter your opinion. I have to disprove your facts that internet life is blooming, and, at the same time, throw in some new junk. Internet is about the internet and life surrounding the internet.

English 1020, Internet Life, is about arguing facts around life on the internet. There is the possibility to talk about anything. Everything is on the internet, and everything is up for grabs. In 1020, I will argue points from either side of topics such as, the digital media copyright act and social networking. Mrs. Vicki Vitelli is teaching the course, and little known about her.

If English 1020 is anything like 1010, then I will be fine, with much work that is. Some of the topics will be topics like these topics.

Is sharing music for free ethical?
Is it healthy for people to live online in social networks?
What is WoW doing to our world?
What would happen if the www crashed?

Christmas in General

What I do for Christmas is...

Every year for Christmas Eve my family and I gather around the tree of Christmas for our Christmas merriments. We open presents until the ground is covered in paper, and the air is filled with all the smells of Christmas present perfumes. We then play with our new toys while daddy cooks Christmas lunch. Then naps all around.

This year, it's all the same. Except for a few things.

My brother is married, and I and boyfriend to the best girl in the world.

I get two Christmases this year. My girlfriend's family and mine. Christmas day will be dedicated to her family, and Eve to mine.

I'm soooo excited. WOOT! Christmas.

Intervention

There are a great number of individuals addicted to drugs. Their families, loved one(s), and sometimes, even their pets care and worry about them. Most of the people addicted to drugs/actions need help to stop performing the harmful act.

The show intervention showed a meth/ice addict today.

Tressa, the addict, was one of the best shot put throwers the world has ever seen. She grew up on a farm with a loving mom, dad, sister, family. Attending church every Sunday, she grasped religion, and believed in Christianity. All of that changed when in the third year of Olympic competition she was introduced to the gay community.

She soon discovered that she enjoyed the gay life more than any other, and it just so happened that the homosexual communities around where she lived and the drug community were one in the same. She tested positive for cocaine two days before competition, and it all spilled into her home life.

Her parents discovered that she was a drug-addicted lesbian, and pretty much disowned her. She can't get a job, but her family gives her money for performing odd jobs. Little do they know that they are enabling her.

The family called for an intervention.

After deciding that they were also in the wrong, Tressa agreed to treatment, while staying true to her orientation. Everyone is happy again.

Poem

Ever changing
Always growing
I think about
Where I'm going

Sitting quietly
Softly wishing
I hope for peace
Dream of missing

The work ahead
A load awaits
Maybe there are
No tears ahead

Everyone says
Don't wish it away
Don't lose your life
Don't be afraid

They just don't know
How hard it is
With new crisis
And blunder kicks

I don't want to go
I don't want to die
I just want to skip the journey
And have peace inside

I'm tired of running
I'm in need of rest
Work is set aside
But I must be the best

I can't let myself
Get ahead of myself
There is a journey
With no shortcuts

I am on my way
To a better life
I just a have to work
To get there

One day

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Dos

For the past two weeks, I have been jamming on Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. Its a modern-day styled, first person shooter. with online play. With the Xbox 360, the graphics are stunning, and the gameplay handles very nicely.
The audio seems realistic, and the reaction timing is perfect.

There are some problems with the game through.

It is extremely addicting. I have been playing from sun up to sun down, granted my play time probably maxes out at two hours a day. The online play ranks players, and pits them against players will similar skill level. Therefore, you can't just overpower new players, and you can't be overpowered by experienced players.

I'm so tired right now, but I have 20 more blog posts to post before Wednesday two weeks from now. If I do two a day it'll be easy, but I never keep up with those things. This is the third blog post talking about actually blogging. Okay, time for a real blog post.

Mind Yourself Young One

There are many a person who LOVE to shoot off at the mouth. Verbal diahrrea and such pours from the head cavity. Usually, it's the harmless rants that procure feelings undesired. That certain many a person will begin speaking casually about a topic, move into a rant, then rampage, and before you know it, they are trying to murder someone else mentally.

Those feelings can't be healthy. No one ever said, "Say EVERYTHING that comes to mind." Unless that person was a psychiatrist. There is normally a general agreement between human being, consisting of being kind to one another face to face. We as a single specie, don't like to wage wars, personal or nation-wide [they're on your side]. When a rampaging mental lunatic come pillaging through your life with words of hatred and anger, they probably don't mean it. They are probably just blatantly spouting out any obscenity or vulgarity that comes to mind, because the MAN got them down.

So here's what you do about a situation with a nutcase.

Ask them if they are happy. Once in a blue moon will they say no, but most of the time, they will stop, say yes, and begin to think. After about ten minutes, they will either be crying or asking you the same question. No one likes that question when they are in a defensive state of mind, but it attacks every desire one has, and internally flips them over. Asking if one is happy is like asking if they will tell you their weakness, and of coarse no one wants to tell you that, so they say, "Yes."

Let them rampage and fiddle fart, but keep your mind cool, and you WILL prevail, whether you're happy or not.

Chapter 0

I'm going to attempt to compose a story in blog form. I'll only write for ten minutes each entry, but I may post 2 or 3 entries a day. I hope this works out, because, if so, the remainder of my post will flow.

He we go.

Thump. Thump. ... Thump. Thump. My heart rang through my cabbage. "OI! Why'd you go and do that you butter up winged dung beetle!"

"Sorry bout that mate. All in a bit of fun."

I had just been a victim of a sidewalk jumper. They are those pesky little kids who wait on the side of the road for a driver that's not paying attention. As soon as the car gets close, they smack the window and scare the noodle-pops out of ya. That little one just made me hang up on me mum. She'll not be none to happy. All right, shhhh. I'm calling her back.

"Hi mum! Sorry bout that, there was a bee in the car... Mum, I know... Yes ma'am... Yes ma'am... Well see I'm on my way to 'er work right now... Okay mum, love ya bye."

Oi, me mum's a nut job. Wanted to know if I was still with my wife. She thinks that I'm like her, like divorce an' all.

[To be continued]

Registration

Boy howdy, do I wish I wouldn't have waited to get advised.
Well, I guess I didn't really know about what all I was supposed to do. It is the system's fault.

So I have all of my classes on two days, Monday/Wednesday. On Mondays, I'll be going to school from 9:25 to 6:15, and on Wednesdays it'll be until 8:25. I'm looking forward to a long semester. My classes include Chemistry II with lab, Biology I with lab, English Comp. II, and Elementary Statistics.

Chemistry II
I got Ms. Suna again!! She is an awesome teacher and a hilarious person. While she isn't a full time teach, she was my teach for Chem. I, and I believe she did very well. I really enjoyed her style of teaching, because it was very math based. She taught Chem. I by example, not by theory.

Biology I
My teacher is Crum. I don't know her, or her style. Maybe it'll be okay.

English Comp. II
I don't even remember my teacher's name, but I do remember that I'm taking English Comp. II on Internet Life. I'm not sure what all that entails, but it sounded better than sustainability.

Elementary Stats
I found out today that I don't have to take Calc. II, or anything past Calc.
I just have to take Elementary Stats, which has a prequisite of Pre-Cal.
Go me. The hardest math is out of the way.

Overall, I'm pleased with my schedule. I'll get to have Tuesdays and Thursdays off, and I get to work Wednesday morning at the store. Morning = 4 - 9. I am pumped for next semester. I hope Comp. II is better this go round.

Regeneration?

Scientists have been studying zebra danios' ability to regrow lost fins, repair heart damage, and even generate new nerve cells. These are tiny little fish, up to 2 inches long, that are usually in home aquariums. Some scientists believe that if they find out how it works, then they can replicate it in larger scale for humans. In that case.....

....we have a few things to talk about.

Think of the possibilities.
Soldiers = Wolverine
Cancer = Eh.
Blindness/Deafness/Sense-challenged-ness = GONE

The health benefits from determining how a system that repairs damaged cells would be astronomical. Human would cease to exist on a human level. We would no longer try to live. We just would. Humans could actually focus on more important subjects. Forget rehabilitation. Just take a shot of Re-Grow, and you'll be back in your skin in no time.

Therefore.

It wouldn't ever happen.
The government is corrupt beyond all reason. They would never allow such a wonderful treatment to exist. There is probably a cure for cancer, and the government is covering it up to make money. Whatever government. I hate you, and I'm only 19. Good job.

What, ah, would you ssaaave?

In the year twenty twelve, on the eve of December twelfth, the world ended. Or moreso, it will end. Supposedly!!!

If the world begins to destroy itself, many things will happen. One, people will FREAK. Not just a little too. There will be mass hysteria, killings, rapings, shootings, looting, any type of sub-human action possible, will occur. Most humans will do the worst things possible and try to destroy others to survive. Two, the world itself will be in shambles. Buildings crumbled inward, great chasms in the Earth. The globe might as well split in two. Finally, a few select people will deem themselves worthy and take themselves, along with some artifacts with them, to a "better safer" place.

Now what "artifacts" might they take?
I don't know about them, but I think I know about myself.

I would start of with the computer, probably as many as would fit. Second, a knife, and not a baby knife for wimps, but a Commander Cool, Cut-U-Up knife. You can survive almost anything with a good knife. Then food, and the means to grow food, such as heritage seeds. I would bring along my family, and my girlfriend and her family. Her dad could have survived the Holocaust on water alone. He is a survivalist and a great person for this type of situation.
There aren't really any "important" items, like memorabilia, that I would take. They can wait. There will be more memories.

Its 3 AM

Have you ever played around with photo editing programs? W ell, I have, and I do, quite frequently actually. I love manipulating photos and such, but that has nothing to with what this blog is about. It kinda does though.

I want to address the matter of stuff you do at 3 AM.

Usually, you are worn out, have been awake for about 24 hours, everyone else is asleep, and you have been eating all night. That's how it usually goes for me, but not tonight. I have not been eating all night. I am just AWAKE, and I wanted something to do, so I edited a picture and am writing a blog entry [post].

Here's the photo I edited.

I really liked the fact that it was black and white, and that it has a sense of character, even thought the subject is not expressing emotion. Is she frowning or smiling? Tired or old? Or both? This picture gave me something to play around with.

The real difficulty was in smoothing the cheek, but I think I did a fine job.

Anyway, why do people stay up until the crack of dawn? Is it so that they won't "miss out"? Or to beat depression? What about insomnia? I think that there are MANY reasons to stay up late, and many more reasons for those reasons, but all in all I think it is pretty simple.
Here is the final picture.

People, if given the choice, would rather not sleep. I wouldn't sleep, except for the occasional dream.

I'll talk about dreams tomorrow.

Abstract Poetry

Benevolent bovines dressed in black
Corporate kaisers in red


Snaggle-tooth Raggle-top
Bling-bling Ching-ching
Snooty mouths Tooty downs
Baggy clothes Showin toes
This is the face of the new America
Characterized by above
Stealing from the land
Go back, young ones

Sniffy the Snarfing Snoogle

I'm going to try a story.

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a quiet mouse who lived in the hay.
He'd scant from to and fro, left and right, high and low
Round and Round he'd look for food burying all he thought tastes good
All year long he stocked and piled

And he realized how crappy his poem was becoming.
The mouse was going to build up a bunch of food so that he could hibernate.
Then a rat was going to come dig it up and eat it.
Then the mouse and rat were to get into a huge fight and one would stand atop the bout victorious.
Too bad the food was already gone.
The winner must live a cardboard matchbox that rest of his life.
Oh yeah, the mouse won.
Way to go mouse.
Now you are depressed, living in a mouse shak, and have no food.
What about winter?
Going to stay awake the whole time?
Yeah right.
Good luck with that.
I hope a hawk gets you.

And Now for the TOP 25!

Thanksgiving...
A Time to Give Thanks
When most people hoard food and eat until they pass out.
Thanks Thanksgiving for making America fat!
Haha. Anyway, this is a list of stuff I'm thankful for and possibly a few things I'm thankful to not have. In the spirit of November, I would like to make this post for my Irish friends.

Let's get it started in HA!
1. Me bruhthers
2. Me mum and dod
3. Me luvin guhrlfriend
4. Me home
5. Me cah
6. I luv me brain
7. This laptop is noice too
8. I eat food everydeh
9. I wear clean clothes everydeh
10. I especially loike me socks

Okay, enough with the accent, it's clouding me brain!

11. I'm thankful for God
12. and Jesus
13. and Church
14. and the air
15. and the Bible
16. and that Jesus dies for me
17. and that God sent Jesus to die for me
18. and that Jesus died for me because God sent Jesus to die for me

11. I'm thankful for my college scholarship. Woot! Woot!
12. I have an okay job.
13. I work with mostly awesome people.
14. I'm setting up a fish tank!
15. I don't have any broken bones.
16. I don't smell bad. [I hope]
17. I have good vision.
18. I can taste stuff.
19. I can feel. Oh how I can feel. [Sicko]
20. I love food and how it tastes!
21. I can hear music without the aid of hearing aids.
22. I am thankful for the rain. My Farmville needed it.
23. I can remember things that I don't even focus on.
24. I don't have ANY problems with my girlfriend, which rocks.
25. Last, but most of all, I have great friends, and I love and miss them.

Pleased?

A Spec in a Sea of Loathing

Importance can be described as a trait of many parts of one's life. Tagging it to an event is easy, but explaining why is a different story. My being born was important. "Why?" I don't know. My graduating high school was important. "Why?" A couple of reasons.

My coming to AUM is important. "Why?"

Well, I'll tell ya Chip.

I have come to AUM first and foremost to get an education. Duh, right? It's so cliched that it's a cliche to say it's cliched, but I mean it. I may want to flew through college, but I really want to learn. If knowledge is power, and power is knowledge, then why do so many nimrods graduate from colleges? I don't want to be a simple-minded waste-of-skin. The obvious is for an education.

Why AUM, as apposed to ANYwhere else?

It wasn't always AUM. I used to really long for Sanford University in Birmingham. It was the most prestine college in Alabama. Its campus stood on a pedestal above all else, and the education was supposed to be outstanding. Its tuition also lies in the range of about $40,000 a year, and they wouldn't grant me a scholarship, so I got over it. I began looking for smaller schools, maybe Auburn or Alabama, but my guidance counselor ranked. She couldn't put together an interesting speech, much less coordinate the entire senior classes college applications. She said that she would send stuff in, but to no avail. I just settled for AUM, because they let me get a scholarship after the deadline. I figured that I was placed in the boat.

It isn't that bad though. I like AUM, and the student/teacher population. It is still "Hometown-ish." Everyone here grew up around here, so its nice to have a certain sense of similarity to everyone I don't know. My brother also lives about 6 miles away, off of Ann St, and he is letting me live with him. It was probably in the cards to let me live here.

Semester Closestart

This semester is coming to a close, and all the little adults are chattering their mouths about what to take next semester.

"I wanna take all math."
"I don't ever want to see English again."

I know what I want. I just don't know how to get it.

I want to get into Chem. 2 with Ms. Suna, Calc. 2 with whomever, any Bio 1, and English 1020.
I have to take a LOT of Chemistry and Biology, because I'm a pre-pharm student, but the Calculus and English I just want out of the way. I pretty much loath writing papers, so the sooner it's gone, the better. Calculus is a pretty fun class, but it is one of those that if I stop, it is really hard to continue. Biology needs to get started on, and next semester is the time to do it. Chemistry with Ms. Suna is a trip, and she's teaching it next semester.

The schedule though, I want all on one day. [Two days actually, but you know what I mean.] I want to take all my classes on Tuesday and Thursday, and if possible, I want to take as many microterms as possible. I'm pretty sure that I can breeze through those four cores easy. It's this semester that I'm not sure about. English is the only class giving me fits. I'm ready to be done.

Food for Life

Haha. The title usually refers to Jesus, but I'm talking about food food.

On the subject of Mexican food in the Prattville area, there are quite a few places one can go. Starting from downtown and spreading out, you could eat at Jose's Cantina on McQueen Smith or at Pablano's [part of the Jalapeno's chain] next to Wal-Mart and Micheals. Further down the road, there is a little Las Casitas, and way out in Pine Level, Jose built a Grill, Jose's Grill.

On the subject of comparing/contrasting the food to each other, I'm going to use Jose's Cantina in the light of Las Casitas. I work next to Las Casitas, so I get lunch there every other minute, but "Jose's", down the road, blows the rest out of the water. Las Casitas, from about 10AM - 3PM is a barren wasteland. Except for a few straggling customers, cautiously entering what seems to be a closed store, and the 3 or 4 waiters almost drooling for tips, there is nobody around. With a high vaulted ceiling, and towering windows, Las Casitas feels like a lonely castle, ever knowing that its owner deserted it decades ago.

Jose's during daylight, on the other hand, is a warm and cozy lounge. It is usually filled to the brim with business, and waiters that care for the waitee. With deep, melodic, Spanish music roaming through the air, and one of the last smoking areas in the state, Jose's, shows visitors what Alabama Mexican is like.

Now for the food.

Las Casitas has a decent variety of food. The average burrito/enchilada/taco/quesadilla mix. The burritos are runny, the enchiladas are burnt, the taco don't have enough meat, and the quesadillas are to die for. They might actually kill you. The only good eat at Las Casitas is the refried beans, spanish rice, cheese dip, salsa, and chip combo. For $5 you can fill your stomach twice with Mexican Ambrosia. I get it every time I venture into Little Houses.

Jose's has the same food, just like all Mexican joints, but Jose's is goooooood. The burritos are covered with thick and creamy cheese and are crispy, the enchiladas are cooked to perfection, the tacos are blended so every bite has the right consistancy, and the quesadillas are packed with cheese and meat. Oh! It is good. I recommend any person passing through or near Prattville should stop and have a bite at Jose's.

Did I mention Jose is known throughout Prattville too?
He's kinda like a local celebrity.