It's The Doc!

I had another weird dream, this one inspired by an MMO. I was a fighter, and I had a few people in my group, the only one that I could remember was someone from work, who was our tank. We kicked a lot of ass, and teamed up with this one thing, I believe it was some sort of representation or symbol of a heart.

After a really hard battle we wanted to disband, but the heart wanted us to destroy this monster. Without it destroyed the world would never be calm. I follow it to this cave, where two people of our group just say "forget it" and turn around.

Now with only me and someone else we were about to enter the portal into his lair when behind us we hear people. I turn and I see the two people from my group, which makes me start crying becuase they came back - despite this being a suicide mission. Then I start seeing everyone I know. My mom, dad, freinds, Bryan; you were in there n..n;

Leading the large raid I get everyone in front of the portal as we go in. The battle arena was like a large stage, everyone taking a seat around it. I explained how everything would work to the non-MMO as fast as possible, but I knew they would unfortunatley just be pointless tanks. A kitten appeared on the stage, so I began to slash at it with my sword missing; I knew a dragon was to come.

The dragon eventually did come.

"BUFFS" I shouted, and in an instant half the crowd glowed a fantastic white color, then everyone fighting grew a white. I activated all the buffs I had for myself, and started swinging. I notcied I couldn't get the dragon aggro'd to myself, and a little girl was getting whomped upon. I call my mom down to be the tank for her, knowing I could pull the aggro then. It was too late though, as the little girl was killed, I told my mom to get back.

The dream fast forwarded a small bit, and the dragon soon morphed into a large humanoid person called "Dad's Dad". I don't know who this was supposed to be, I've never seen the face before. I felt strangley healed as I looked over, seeing a raccoon heavily shrouded in white robes cast a cure spell. I believe that was Nimbi, but his face was being covered.

Then again how many raccoons do I know?

With just about everyone except me down (because I couldn't pull aggro) I began slashing, buffing myself once again. He had a lot more HP than I, but I was doing good damage, slowly winning over him.

His HP began to get dangerously low, so he reached around me and grappled, pinning me to his body in a tight hug. I struggled against it as he started to walk, leading us into a trap that got you really drunk. Now with everything moving in slow motion we stumbled, and his health began to just shoot up until it was back at max hp. I began to fear for my life now, there was no way I could kill him with 10% of my own life left.

He stumbles down a corridor, a corridor that (around the corner) I somehow knew death was immenint for me. As he turned the corner and leapt forward, he jumped right onto my sword, which I was holding. Straight through his heart. Suprised he looked down to see he was not holding me anymore, I had been replaced with some generic object as soon as the drunk trap hit; I had such high tolerance I never became inebriated by it.

Down he fell, and it was all over. Walking over his body I removed some orb from him and held it up over my head. A raccoon mage (Nimbi again n..n; this dream was cool) very slowly slumped up from the floor, holding his midsection which looked like it was bleeding. He cast a ressuruct spell at the orb, which then exploded into a brilliant white light, filling the room.

Everyone was back.

We had won over the great evil in the world.

I really wish I had more dreams like that~

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So I'm looking to buy/rent a Counter-Strike: Source server, and it will cost about $50-60 a month for a nice 12 person server. It would be hosted on the west coast, because I will be paying for any slack in the people helping to pay, and it will be done through me.

So if anyone is up for it just give me a message. We could get a mock clan going, nothing serious or anything.

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Well last night in the #AGNPH I was yelling at this one guy who just had the most retarded sentances in the history of life. It was like he was blowing thme out of his ass. I then found out he was using a translator.

That got me thinking.

Here is a person, who may/may not be as intelligent as me, but just because he couldn't speak my language I passed him off as a dumbass. I then started to translate my language into his. It was kind of amazing. Here are two people, completley the same except for the fact we cannot clearly share our ideas and feelings.

How amazing language is.

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Hey you all.

My parents were nice today. They wanted to have turkey with me, so they woke me up around noon, and we had a thanksgiving dinner at about 1:30, right before I had to go into work. n..n; It was sweet of them.

Then I got to work around 2pm. It started off slow, then I was fucked.

By the 10th table I had broken down. I went outside for a bit, cried and punched a wall to get out some anger. The table hated me and I hated them. Manager had to step in. After that it all seemed a bit easier. I made pretty good tips and took 18 tables. So after tipping out I made $136 tonight.

Go me.

Then I fucked the hell out of my fleshlight, which made me feel good.

And tingly.

And hungry.

Oh, and if any artists are reading this - I need a comission done of me and my raccoonish boyfriend. Talk to me if you want to make some money ^..^;

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Yeah~

Maybe I am feeling more jealous. But I don't know, because I thought it didn't bother me. I just need to work out these feelings.

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Yeah. ##^..^##

I shoulda bought one of these a while ago.

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I have to write down this dream before I lose it.

I was in Fresno. I don't know what Fresno looks like, I just know I was in it.

There was someone's house Bryan, all my friends from highschool and work and the internet, and I were staying at. The first night I swam with Bryan, and we went to bed. (There was some sort of beach really close). That night I remembering hearing him having sex, but not with a guy. It was with Celeste @..o;

The next day I woke up and there was a lot more of my friends in the room, I didn't know why. I was wearing different clothes, so I was a bit worried at what happened. I looked around for Bryan, and found him lounging in this ballpit with another one of my friends, and I didn't want to inturrupt if it got any furhter than just hanging out. I went outside and it was a lot of college students or something, just hanging out. Tons of them. I found my old friends for some reason.

I saw Kevin, Sean, Martin, and Patrick. I also saw Shelby Rabb, which I haven't seen sinse like... 5th grade or something. She was wearing a red dress for some reason.

I became a bit scared at why I was wearing clothes I never put on so I ran back to the room, following a trail of brownies on the grass. I wondered why the hell there was a trail of them. Inside the house I was walking around and it was like someone coated the floor with paper because people were drawing their handles there. I remember seeing one handle/friend of Nimbus's (or his name) written on the floor, but I can't remember it now.

Odd dream. I felt a bit... sad that Nimbi was having sex with Celeste and stuff, but then again when I saw him with my other friend I didn't want to intrude, even though I felt the same way.

Odd indeed.

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They hate me.

Yet all they do is find way to annoy me, to talk to me, to bug me.

So they are like a fan of sorts. It's great :D

Any attention is good attention.

No publicity is bad publicity.

You shouldn't worry about what people say when they talk about you; it's when they stop talking about you when you should worry.

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Or, he's a Zangoose now, but he still has a Q on his eye and chest so you know it's him. I decided to move the Q on his chest to circle his shoulder instead. Looks cooler :D

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Stolen from here

It's official; Netcraft confirms: Spelling is dying

One more crippling bombshell hit the already beleaguered Spelling Nazi community when IDC confirmed that proper spelling market share has dropped yet again, now down to less than a fraction of 1 percent of all Web users. Coming on the heels of a recent Netcraft survey which plainly states that proper spelling has lost more market share, this news serves to reinforce what we've known all along. Proper spelling is collapsing in complete disarray, as fittingly exemplified by failing dead last in the recent Sys Admin comprehensive writing test.

You don't don't need to be a Kreskin [amdest.com] to predict the future of proper spelling. The misspelled hand writing is on the wall: Spelling faces a bleak future. In fact there won't be any future at all for spelling because spell-checking is dying. Things are looking very bad for the Spelling Nazis. As many of us are already aware, spelling continues to lose market share. Red ink flows like a river of blood.

Microsoft Word spell checker is the most endangered of them all, having lost 93% of its core developers. The sudden and unpleasant departures of long time Word developers Jordan Hubbard and Mike Smith only serve to underscore the point more clearly. There can no longer be any doubt: Spell checking in Microsoft Word is dying.

Let's keep to the facts and look at the numbers.

Oxford English Dictionary publishers Oxford University state that there are 7000 users of the OED. How many users of Merriam-Webster are there? Let's see. The number of OED versus Merriam-Webster posts on Usenet is roughly in ratio of 5 to 1. Therefore there are about 7000/5 = 1400 Merriam-Webster users. Wiktionary posts on Usenet are about half of the volume of Merriam-Webster posts. Therefore there are about 700 users of the Wiktionary. A recent article put Microsoft Word Spell Checker at about 80 percent of the electronic dictionary market. Therefore there are (7000+1400+700)*4 = 36400 Word spell-check users. This is consistent with the number of poorly-spelled Usenet posts.

Due to the troubles of Microsoft, abysmal sales and so on, Word went out of business and was taken over by Microsoft Office who sell another troubled spell-checker. Now Microsoft Office is also dead, its corpse turned over to yet another charnel house.

All major surveys show that proper spelling has steadily declined in market share. Spelling is very sick and its long term survival prospects are very dim. If spelling is to survive at all it will be among linguist dilettante dabblers. Spelling continues to decay. Nothing short of a miracle could save it at this point in time. For all practical purposes, spelling is dead.

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And yes this needed it's own blog entry.

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I'm going to need a new iPod soon. Or use one of my other ones.

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The same day I get to play HL2, I get all the Gold package shit :D

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Yeah. Thanks for the posts, they made me feel better.

My paypal account (go to www.x.com) was unlocked, so now I have $180 again.

Half-Life 2 is too fucking amazing for me to even rant about.

Bryan is the best thing in my life.

Freeman is a close second.

^..^;

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Yes.
Thank you for being there.

You know who you are. You are my ex-girlfriends, your are my current boyfriend, you are my best friends, you are my friend from 4th grade, you are my manager, your are my co-workers, your are my internet buds, you are my internet pets, you are my phonecalls at night, my messages during class, the people I play cards with, the friends I go bowling with, you are the reason I am who I am.

I love you.

I have always loved all of you.

I do not know how well I would do alone. I couldn't do it. Without you all here, I would be weak. I need people to justify who I am. I know I have good self-esteem, but if nobody else was here to see it, why would it all matter?

I don't want to angst.

But I know you will read this and feel sympathy.

Thats because I know you will be there. Here. Always.

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So I was pawing off a few days ago, and I felt something fall onto my penis.

Yes.

Oh well, I brushed it aside, and I thought I felt it CRAWL onto my arm.

What the hell?

So I look (with the dim monitor light) AND SEE IT'S A HUGE FUCKING SPIDER.

So I freaked out and went to bed. But today I found the fucker. Here are two pics of it.

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All I have to say is I love the GUI. It makes so much sense, I haven't been confused yet in this game ^..^;

I play in 1024x768, but I reduced the size because I don't want to make you wait for these boring screens.

(Well boring to anyone except Nimbus :P)

Very pretty reflections of water and stuff.

The grasslands and watching people walk through them is very awesome.
There is so many graphical things you can tweak it's amazing.

Little things like this just kind of walk around the city. n..n;

I was hunting these for some easy XP.

His name is Cuddles, and he wants snuggles.

Apparently you start off with a basic fishing pole.

:D

I want to fight these, but they would collectivley rape me with pixie dust or something.

These guys = good xp.
Their mother = EVIL.

Mmm.. see through horsies.

And this is me now :D

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This is a very fun game. That is all.

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Angsting with vee is fun cause we have simliar things to rant about.

<3

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Me talking to Bryan taking a picture of the reflection of me laying upside down looking at the back of my lamp.

Confusing.

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Bryan sent me this, it's unbearably cute.

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Oct. 28

I have to type letters right now. I have been playing Stepmania (DDR for computer) for the past 4 days solid. I have As on every single song (save for a few catas and 10 steppers) and my up down left right keys are getting a bit looser. I have nothing to do. I go to school, come home, call Bryan, go to work, get home, maybe call Bryan, sleep, repeat.

I feel bad because I have been blowing off Cail and his bugs for us to do something. I just... I guess this is me depressed. Yeah, no internet – whoopedoo; why would that get someone depressed? Well it's kind of hard to explain but when I tell people the internet is a HUGE part of my life... it really fucking is. I don't talk to anyone anymore. I don't build webpages, I don't deal with problems... I just sit. I sit and wait for work now.

Sitting.

Angsting.

This blog post will be posted on the 2nd of November, for I cannot access the internet at school anymore, and I wont get internet at home until... well now (if you are reading this on the 2nd)

I don't even want to play Paper Mario, and all my other games are boring me or beaten. I have no books left to read, we only have cable on one TV and that's always taken. I don't have anyone to just talk to except Bryan, and I don't want to make anymore anigifs. I don't even have any porn to keep me entertained. Just some Genus Male comics.

colonpipe to the max

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1:30 PM 10/29/2004
Hrm. I forgot (or just found out again) that pressing f5 in notepad adds the current time 1:31 PM 10/29/2004. Trippy. 1:31 PM 10/29/2004.

Yeah. Last night my parents dragged me to Ikea with them; so I left my phone at home. I really don't want to talk with anyone or do anything. I got home around 9pm, talked to Bryan, then fell asleep. Now I'm just finished playing another 41 songs on Stepmania and I'm waiting until 4:00pm, so I can go to work.

I don't even want to be at work today, but it passes time, clicking down until the 2nd when I can finally get on the internet again. I bought a really big pillow. It's quite cool. It is 27cm x 27cm, and really fucking red. Also soft. I bought it off impulse at Ikea, mainly because it was big enough to hug. And right now hugging something sounds quite nice.

I have this set of speakers I bought months ago. Some nice Altec Lansing 5.1 computer speakers. My dad wouldn't let me set them up at my old house because we were moving soon. We didn't move until just now, I wanted to set them up about 3 months ago. And now I don't want to set them up here because I don't have a nice place for the rear satillites and my dad says we aren't going to stay at this house any longer than a few months. I really don't believe him but *shrugs* what else can I do?

Hrm. I also missed out on playing LotR TCG at work yesterday by going to Ikea...
Not that I really felt a need to play it or anything.

I have run out of games for my computer.
GTAIII: I was really far, without saving (cause you have to go out of your way to do so) and my brother put his foot up on the computer, and hit the reset button. I don't feel like playing it anymore.
Stepmania: I've almost beaten every song on Maniac (I have every song from 1st to 8th mix).
Aliens vs. Predator 2: Beat it a while ago, no replay value.
Quake III Arena: The bots are pretty lame.
Battlefield 1942: With no internet, this is exactly like Q3, but with planes.
UT2k3: Feh.
UT2k4: Pretty, but feh.
Worms Armaggedon: It quits whenever I click my mouse u..u;
MAME: I've beaten Metal Slug and every street fighter game so many times it hurts now.
Serious Sam The Second Encounter: Getting too hard to fun gameplay.

And yeah. Somehow my steam.exe dissappeared. Like.. completley. No trace of it in my recycle bin or anything. I still have every other file for steam except that one. So now I have to wait to get the net before I can even play Half-Life or Condition Zero :/

I need a digital video camera.
That would be really fun to bring with me when I went to see Bryan, or just doing weird stuff. I want to get into video editing and shit. Nothing professional, but just so I can record movies longer than 30secs to put on the web.

Cail, if you read this - I'm sorry for seeming so distant. I'm depressed right now and the only way I get out of depression is through my own strength. I really don't want to push a good friend like you away.

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