Drunken Fun? Here I Come!

So, later today - tonight, if we’re being accurate - I’m off up north once more to visit my dearest friend Stephen. No, not my beloved mentor, Yodaminch, but the other one, known fondly as Moo, though some will know him as The Grey Prince on Nyclos. He turns twenty today (happy birthday!) and for three days I’m going to help him celebrate in style.

Bloos Rawk!

So, a big congratulations and welcome aboard to our newest recruits: Dale B, Dennis and Jory! We were in need of new Support peeps and came to a consensus that these three were the perfect candidates right now, so well done, you’ve all earned this and it’s a great pleasure to have you on the team.

Night Owling

Wow, it’s been so long since I last blogged.

So some of you might have noticed a change, namely that I’ve gone over to the dark side and joined the Blues. For the past two years I’ve worked as a Commie and it’s pretty much been my calling. It was what I was best at - mediating problems, managing members, enforcing the rules, et cetera. But as of late I’ve had a change of heart.

For shame…

I recall the days in eons since past when one could believe that everyone - no matter who they were - was not inherently stupid, that ignorance was the core and idiocy was but a temporary physical rendering.

Now I see otherwise. Some people are just dim-witted, unintelligent, and dense. No two ways about it. You’re not “hilariously naïve” or “innocently raw”, just plain, unequivocally brainless.

And here is a list of the fools in question:

R.I.P Quality

I just saw this on a forum I frequent - well, I frequent the website, I occasionally venture into the forums.  It was a topic about The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion but somebody leaped on the chance to take the mick (the original poster felt he was qualified to answer any question, so someone asked “any question” - not relating to Oblivion).

OK really funney but guess what im gonna answer all of them. I think gays can be bonded but unfortunatly the word marrigae means the formal union of a man and a woman, typically recognized by law, by which
they become husband and wife. (Oxford American Dictionary) I feel that the redefining of this word is unjust and should not be changed. Gays can be boned but they can not be married. Women deserive to have as many rigths as men unfortunatly, although we do not want to admit it, men do treat women differently. In the work place but also in many pirvate areas of life. Do you ever see male babysiters? Male nurses (meet the fockers doesn’t count). Women are treated diferently. But on the side of men i must say the many femenist bitchs talk about womens rights but when they piss off a dude that guy cant beat the **** out of her like he would do with another guy, equal rights all around? I think not. Abortion is a touchy issue, and ill end it in one sentace, its a child not a chioce. Snakes on a plane will suck but i bet 90% of people in this forum will see it. Myself included. The War in Iraq has many faces. I think that America had an obligation to go there. Sadam Hussan was an evil man. He torchered the people of Iraq and should have been put out of power. But, what of the wepons of mass destruction? I would say that they did exites but a commonly over looked fact is that UN inspecters gave him a year to get rid of them. He also would not let people in his contry to inspect. So if he did not had them he miss lead them to believe he did. And lets not forget about 9/11. Sadam harbored terrorists in Iraq and getting rid of him was a move to prevent more terrorist acts in America. Ceasefire in the middle east never last long enough, like Cepple Show or South Park, or those percieous moments that we share with friends and family.

The bold bit gave me the giggles but by Satan what a dreadful post in general.  And this from one of the longest running (since ‘94/5) gaming sites with a fairly respectable reputation and extensive history and archive on TES.   Oh well, quality never was prevalent I guess.

I haven’t done much of anything lately.  I wasn’t feeling brilliant yesterday but it’s a tad depressing when being ill is the highlight of your month.  I’m not feeling myself admitedly.  I don’t know what it is but I’m just feeling distant.  I had a five day weekend, which should have been fantastic, but I spent much of it in bed.  And not in the good way either.  Man was I tired.  And I just haven’t had the heart to do much of anything.   Maybe I’m just having an off week.

Hmm.  Perhaps a rant about small children would cheer me up.

How not to deal with anti-social behaviour

If there’s one thing this legislature-happy government has failed to do (among the gazillion other things), it’s deal with anti-social behaviour and Britain’s increasing social problems in the correct way. For those across the pond who may be unaware, we have something in Britain called an ASBO - an Anti-Social Behaviour Order - as well as CRASBOs (Criminal Related Anti-Social Behaviour Order). Can’t say I knew about the latter before I did some digging.

So what is an ASBO? It’s essentially a civil order that people get slammed with for engaging in “anti-social” behaviour that may have otherwise resulted “alarm, harassment, or distress to one or more persons not of the same household as him or herself”. Yes, this is the Justice System’s answer to a slap on the wrist. The thing is, what is anti-social behaviour? Is it dealing with the increase in drunken violence among younger age groups? No. Is it helping to maintain order by dissuading people from making trouble that intentionally upsets or intimidates people? Not exactly.

Overdue Gratitude

[I thought I'd published this. Apparently not. Oh well, here it is anyway. ]

The Butch is Back

Yep, your eyes are not deceiving you: *I* is back. Heh, reminds me of that wonderful line from Hackers: “Have no fear - I is here!” I just loved that! Anyway, I’ve come back to IF “officially”. I’ve been lurking around for a while and posted here and there for the last few days, namely at night when I was unable to get to sleep, but I’ve decided to return once and for all, admittedly a week earlier than I had intended.

Captain’s Log: 1337

It sounded better than just “update”. Well what a week - what a month - it’s been. I’m feeling much better since the loss of Shiva, though I can’t say the same for poor Wolf. He’s missing her dearly, that’s for sure. Poor thing just isn’t the same now but he’ll be alright; plenty of warm hugs and affection will soon see him right. I still call out for her when I gather the dogs to go for a walk and the other day I felt the sharpes pang of bitter reality when I set down her bowl and realised she wasn’t going to be eating. Save for these occasional moments when I forget to adjust my routine, I’m getting used to her not being here. But onto the good news…

Frozen in the Dark

Being something of a casual insomniac in that I tend to be awake at night, when my head is at its most furious and my mind cannot stop its chattering, you would think I’d have grown accustomed to the silence the darkness brings. Save for the hum of this computer and the passing of cars, there is virtually no sound. Yet now, as I sit here in perpetual darkness with only the light of this screen to chase away the shadows, I feel…odd. It’s eerie, strange, new.