Yeah, it's December now. Get off my back. Like, ERMAGURD.
Where was I? Oh, so Black Friday, right? Imagine the scene; people huddled in the cold, forming a line of anger and frustration. Each one, sizing up the competition in the mad rush that will shortly begin. Suddenly, all eyes slowly turn to the front doors, where everyone cam see a nervous, frightened employee. Instantly, the crowd is quieted by a soft squeak of a pair of sliding doors opening at 5:00 A.M. For just one second, the employee is calm, thinking that the good people will behave in a reasonable manner, purchase their goods and leave as nicely as they entered.
A rush of mad grandmas and angry housewives dispel this daydream as fast as it appeared. The employee is crushed under the mass of greedy feet and grasping hands. Fights break out over mundane items not even on sale. Self defense weapons are used vigorously and violently, bringing a dark irony to their original intent. As a squad of law enforcement officers approach the mayhem in this building, a small sense of dread fills them. One of them may not make it out alive.
Imagine this scene for a moment. Feel the tension building from these events. You may think this is a silly story, but mark my words; somewhere in America, this really did happen.
Was I there? F--K NO, my happy a-- was in bed! So for today's EXP, here are these two lessons:
1. Learn from your own and other's mistakes. The last time I went Black Friday shopping with the masses, it sucked. So I chose my battles, and chose wisely. I did go shopping later that afternoon, and lo and behold, everything I wanted was there for me to buy. So HA.
2. Role playing for EXP works.
20121130
I Got 99 Pokémon, and Nuzlocke killed everyone
First off, I seriously need to get better about updating.
Secondly, no real complaining today. All's quiet on the western front, and all that jazz. The Mrs. is happy, my twin terrors are docile, and I'm gonna be a Dad of three soon. Why, you ask? Because I still have money that the other two haven't eaten yet. *Eye roll* Do I need a reason? Babies are awesome.
And now, main topic; The Nuzlocke challenge and the hardships that go with it.
I thought it would add a layer of depth to my gaming experience. I got that and then some. I am getting seriously emotional with every loss. I lost my starter, a Pignite, to Lenora, a Normal-type gym leader. With his death, things just started going downhill. Three dead in that battle. Lost my Woobat to a not very effective crit. My Palpitoad and Sandile died shortly after Burgh. Now I'm down to three Pokémon left.
The biggest plus to all of this is that it's helping me with my depression. Go figure, right? I know it's a game with self-imposed rules, I'm getting way too attached, and I can stop at any time. But by pushing through all of this digital heartbreak, I am slowly learning coping techniques and learning to let go. Life doesn't have a save point, and will allow me to reload at the slightest mistake. In fact, I could do everything perfect and still lose because of someone else. I think this game is forcing me to let go of the pain and push through with everything I've got. Learn my weaknesses and build my strength thought daily torment.
I still have a long way to go, and will hopefully not have to restart this adventure anytime soon. Just pray that my Audino, Romeo, doesn't bite it anytime soon. He's the only one holding my broken little boat afloat.
Secondly, no real complaining today. All's quiet on the western front, and all that jazz. The Mrs. is happy, my twin terrors are docile, and I'm gonna be a Dad of three soon. Why, you ask? Because I still have money that the other two haven't eaten yet. *Eye roll* Do I need a reason? Babies are awesome.
And now, main topic; The Nuzlocke challenge and the hardships that go with it.
I thought it would add a layer of depth to my gaming experience. I got that and then some. I am getting seriously emotional with every loss. I lost my starter, a Pignite, to Lenora, a Normal-type gym leader. With his death, things just started going downhill. Three dead in that battle. Lost my Woobat to a not very effective crit. My Palpitoad and Sandile died shortly after Burgh. Now I'm down to three Pokémon left.
The biggest plus to all of this is that it's helping me with my depression. Go figure, right? I know it's a game with self-imposed rules, I'm getting way too attached, and I can stop at any time. But by pushing through all of this digital heartbreak, I am slowly learning coping techniques and learning to let go. Life doesn't have a save point, and will allow me to reload at the slightest mistake. In fact, I could do everything perfect and still lose because of someone else. I think this game is forcing me to let go of the pain and push through with everything I've got. Learn my weaknesses and build my strength thought daily torment.
I still have a long way to go, and will hopefully not have to restart this adventure anytime soon. Just pray that my Audino, Romeo, doesn't bite it anytime soon. He's the only one holding my broken little boat afloat.
20121101
Still Not Dead
At this point in my life, one might ask me (in a joking manner) if I was a bit stressed out.
I would reply by taking my left hand, shoving it into your chest cavity, ripping out your heart, and then force-feeding it back to you (in a joking manner).
My wife is with child (YAY!) and she is definitely feeling the "joys" of being pregnant again. Because of this, she needs my help more than ever. (Yay.) She needs me to help her with the kids, the house, the cars, and help with her as baby Emerson is a bit more parasitic than my first two kids. (Yay?)
I just had to evict a man from my mother's house. She was renting it out to him and the guy didn't pay rent. Ever. Just kinda coasted past the security deposit even. She went to court and he got the boot today. I had to move his stuff out and was even nice enough to bring it to his next dwelling; all while maintaining a happy smile and not wanting to cut him then and there. While enduring him trying to find ways to sue us as we move his stuff out. While listening to my mother worry about him returning to hurt my family.
I returned to work. I was hoping to hop in right where I left off, but everything feels different. I have new responsibilities, students that are leaving, Halloween to deal with, and a condescending feeling that I get everytime I approach my colleagues. It's like I don't belong anymore.
I am failing college. You'd think I'd be use to that by now, but I was seriously trying this time around. I had to attend a three-week military training session and they had no easy-to-access internet. Even if I did have internet, I'm not sure I could have gotten my work done, what with everything I was doing. To make matters worse, only one of my two classes know that I was even gone, so I might not be able to withdraw. OUTSTANDING.
Oh, yeah. I'm in the military. Not going to try to hide that. You could find out if you really wanted to. I'm a regular Citizen/Soldier. Should also mention that I have to put together a class as all this is going down and present it to my unit. Oh, just got an email from my superior saying that I failed my mission. Let's just add this to the reasons why I reenlisted.
I really didn't want my blog to become a b---h session, and that's kinda what's happening here. But frankly, I just need to let this out before I explode. I'm starting to get the impression that no one reads these, and I'm okay with that. Like I said, this blog was for me. I'm just hoping that now everything is said and done, I can slowly recover and get back on track. Right after I get chewed out by, like, everybody.
I would reply by taking my left hand, shoving it into your chest cavity, ripping out your heart, and then force-feeding it back to you (in a joking manner).
My wife is with child (YAY!) and she is definitely feeling the "joys" of being pregnant again. Because of this, she needs my help more than ever. (Yay.) She needs me to help her with the kids, the house, the cars, and help with her as baby Emerson is a bit more parasitic than my first two kids. (Yay?)
I just had to evict a man from my mother's house. She was renting it out to him and the guy didn't pay rent. Ever. Just kinda coasted past the security deposit even. She went to court and he got the boot today. I had to move his stuff out and was even nice enough to bring it to his next dwelling; all while maintaining a happy smile and not wanting to cut him then and there. While enduring him trying to find ways to sue us as we move his stuff out. While listening to my mother worry about him returning to hurt my family.
I returned to work. I was hoping to hop in right where I left off, but everything feels different. I have new responsibilities, students that are leaving, Halloween to deal with, and a condescending feeling that I get everytime I approach my colleagues. It's like I don't belong anymore.
I am failing college. You'd think I'd be use to that by now, but I was seriously trying this time around. I had to attend a three-week military training session and they had no easy-to-access internet. Even if I did have internet, I'm not sure I could have gotten my work done, what with everything I was doing. To make matters worse, only one of my two classes know that I was even gone, so I might not be able to withdraw. OUTSTANDING.
Oh, yeah. I'm in the military. Not going to try to hide that. You could find out if you really wanted to. I'm a regular Citizen/Soldier. Should also mention that I have to put together a class as all this is going down and present it to my unit. Oh, just got an email from my superior saying that I failed my mission. Let's just add this to the reasons why I reenlisted.
I really didn't want my blog to become a b---h session, and that's kinda what's happening here. But frankly, I just need to let this out before I explode. I'm starting to get the impression that no one reads these, and I'm okay with that. Like I said, this blog was for me. I'm just hoping that now everything is said and done, I can slowly recover and get back on track. Right after I get chewed out by, like, everybody.
20121002
NOPE + IRL EXP
Yeah. That daily thing didn't work out quite the way I wanted it too. Just because I'm near a computer 24/7 doesn't mean I can get on the internet. On top of that, I'm going on a manditory vacation for my Uncle Sam. Nothing big, just a few weeks. Will still put a damper in my accounts. So let's try once to twice a week. Tuesdays and Thursdays, if possible.
Next up, I have two EXP situations today: One happened last night while I was driving home; the other happened this morning before class.
I'm driving home from work, hating every song on the radio so far. I see blinking lights near a weight station so I slow down. Police might have someone, you know? As cool as it would be to hit a runner, I don't want to hit an officer of the law.
It wasn't the police. Just some dude in his truck with his emergency lights going off. I worry a bit, since there SHOULD be a cop around to help him. If there isn't one around, who will help him? *fanfare* I SHALL HELP YOU, CITIZEN!
Turns out the guy pulled over because of HIS radio. (ACURSED CURCUITRY!) He had a fancy new radio installed recently, but the demo mode on it kept going off. When it did, it flashed green, red, yellow and blue lights. If it didn't give him epilepsy, it did ruin his night-time vision, making it hard to look for deer. (See the last IRL EXP for more deer.)
I helped fix it for him. The radio told us to hold the DISP button to exit demo mode. (AN OBVIOUS WEAK SPOT!)He couldn't find it before, since the lights messed with his vision. After that, we went our seperate ways. (ALL IN A DAY'S WORK.)
Also, I just became a celebrity. There was a conference going on with some out-of-town high schoolers at my college. Being curious, I went to ask a group of girls what was going on. I was asked in return if I could have my picture taken with them. Turns out they were part of a hospital occupation conference. Definitely explains the scrubs that half the students were wearing. But since they took a picture of me, I wonder if they just wanted my soul or if I played too much Fatal Frame.
Next up, I have two EXP situations today: One happened last night while I was driving home; the other happened this morning before class.
I'm driving home from work, hating every song on the radio so far. I see blinking lights near a weight station so I slow down. Police might have someone, you know? As cool as it would be to hit a runner, I don't want to hit an officer of the law.
It wasn't the police. Just some dude in his truck with his emergency lights going off. I worry a bit, since there SHOULD be a cop around to help him. If there isn't one around, who will help him? *fanfare* I SHALL HELP YOU, CITIZEN!
Turns out the guy pulled over because of HIS radio. (ACURSED CURCUITRY!) He had a fancy new radio installed recently, but the demo mode on it kept going off. When it did, it flashed green, red, yellow and blue lights. If it didn't give him epilepsy, it did ruin his night-time vision, making it hard to look for deer. (See the last IRL EXP for more deer.)
I helped fix it for him. The radio told us to hold the DISP button to exit demo mode. (AN OBVIOUS WEAK SPOT!)He couldn't find it before, since the lights messed with his vision. After that, we went our seperate ways. (ALL IN A DAY'S WORK.)
Also, I just became a celebrity. There was a conference going on with some out-of-town high schoolers at my college. Being curious, I went to ask a group of girls what was going on. I was asked in return if I could have my picture taken with them. Turns out they were part of a hospital occupation conference. Definitely explains the scrubs that half the students were wearing. But since they took a picture of me, I wonder if they just wanted my soul or if I played too much Fatal Frame.
20120927
Casual Gamer or Hardcore Gamer?
I guess now is the time where I should start fleshing out my creditably as a gamer. But what constitutes as a gamer these days? There's the gamer who spends all free time on MMOs, grinding away until the dreaded level cap and such. I could be the FPS gamer, who throws bullets in weird and inventive ways to prove that I am 1337 and everyone else are n00bs. I could be the fighter gamer, who levels opponents with quick thinking and memorized movesets. Maybe the casual gamer is my speed, where I can quickly play a game when I have a free ten minutes and get criticized that I'm not a true gamer.
Whatever. I play video games. Sometimes to the point where it's unhealthy. (I'm getting better.) I may not have street cred, but I have the general idea about what video games are and what they do for me. Frankly, that should be all that matters.
BUT, for the sake of argument, let's say it didn't. Well, Some of my favorite video games run from Pokemon (all of the main GB ones. With the Catching and the Rivals and the Team B.B.E.G. and the Jello-pops), Final Fantasy (I stopped playing after 7. Not because I don't like the rest, but because I haven't beaten 7 yet. DON'T JUDGE ME), Legend of Mana (I like the Mana series ever since their GB roots. This game just rocks my socks. So many weapons and the story... Squee!), Kirby (Do I need a reason?), Mario and Sonic (OGs for LIFE!), Megaman (Nope, I'm gonna hold back on this one. I could make a whole post about the Blue Bomber. Next.) and Crash Bandicoot. (DON'T JUDGE ME)
So yeah, not a lot of new generation games. But frankly, I've done Halo and Assassin's Creed and such. They're the games I enjoy now, not what I grew up with. Currently, I'm playing League of Legends.
My Summoner name is Agars. (Fair Warning: I suck.) I like the half-hour to an hour gameplay, as it limits me from spending an entire afternoon by adding breaks here and there, like when I lose or barely win or lose REALLY badly. (Really badly? I don't know. Roll with it.) Not to mention that I have a few friends that play so I can stay in touch with them through the game. (SHOUT OUT TO MY PEEPS IN TINDER! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! KEEP IT REAL!) So yeah.
In addition, I like to play board games and D&D. Apples to Apples, Munchkin, Magic: The Gathering (Fair Warning: Still suck) and I am always willing to try out new games to see what I enjoy. It's kinda fun. Well, yeah, I know games are suppose to be fun, but I mean that just the experience of learning a new game is fun. And I need to stop here. Until next time!
Whatever. I play video games. Sometimes to the point where it's unhealthy. (I'm getting better.) I may not have street cred, but I have the general idea about what video games are and what they do for me. Frankly, that should be all that matters.
BUT, for the sake of argument, let's say it didn't. Well, Some of my favorite video games run from Pokemon (all of the main GB ones. With the Catching and the Rivals and the Team B.B.E.G. and the Jello-pops), Final Fantasy (I stopped playing after 7. Not because I don't like the rest, but because I haven't beaten 7 yet. DON'T JUDGE ME), Legend of Mana (I like the Mana series ever since their GB roots. This game just rocks my socks. So many weapons and the story... Squee!), Kirby (Do I need a reason?), Mario and Sonic (OGs for LIFE!), Megaman (Nope, I'm gonna hold back on this one. I could make a whole post about the Blue Bomber. Next.) and Crash Bandicoot. (DON'T JUDGE ME)
So yeah, not a lot of new generation games. But frankly, I've done Halo and Assassin's Creed and such. They're the games I enjoy now, not what I grew up with. Currently, I'm playing League of Legends.
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My Summoner name is Agars. (Fair Warning: I suck.) I like the half-hour to an hour gameplay, as it limits me from spending an entire afternoon by adding breaks here and there, like when I lose or barely win or lose REALLY badly. (Really badly? I don't know. Roll with it.) Not to mention that I have a few friends that play so I can stay in touch with them through the game. (SHOUT OUT TO MY PEEPS IN TINDER! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! KEEP IT REAL!) So yeah.
In addition, I like to play board games and D&D. Apples to Apples, Munchkin, Magic: The Gathering (Fair Warning: Still suck) and I am always willing to try out new games to see what I enjoy. It's kinda fun. Well, yeah, I know games are suppose to be fun, but I mean that just the experience of learning a new game is fun. And I need to stop here. Until next time!
20120926
IRL Fail
I'm thinking the IRL's might be a thing for me in the future. I think they are hilarious, so I might keep doing them. In the meantime, here's a story from earlier.
Nicole (my wife, if I forgot to introduce her) and I are cleaning the house and rocking out to some music. The song currently playing is "5150", a country song by Dierks Bentley. During the song, Nicole gets a call and lets it go to voicemail, despite my attempt to answer it. She has no idea who it is, since it's a 863 number. I tell her to check the voicemail, as it's a Menominee number.
She picks it up and checks the message; Turns out it is from Menominee. It's from Menominee County Police Department, to be exact. Turns out she had butt-dialed (Ha Ha, Butt.) 911 while we were cleaning up. The call was hung up immediately afterwards, and by policy, they must call back to make sure the person calling is okay. Since no one answered, they were going to send a car out here to double-check if everything was fine.
Insert Awkward Silence Here. Let it sit for a bit- let it Mature, if you will. Okay.
She calls back to explain what happened. I start chuckling to myself while I listen to this police drama unfold. (Is that the proper tense? Unfold... Unfolding... Whatever.) The operator is relieved to hear that all is well. Even the officers sent to help us are happy, as they were going to somewhere down in the boonies. Since Nicole made the call from a cell phone, the attempt to trace the call ended at the local cell tower for the next 50 or so miles. Had she not called back, the officers would never have known who made the call and would be stuck wondering what had happened while standing next to a giant metal structure.
Yeah, I kinda broke out laughing at this point. Between the song and the tower, I couldn't hold it. This story does not mean I am infallible, by far. I just don't remember... OH YES I DO. Oh, this one time, involving a cherry-flavored energy drink.... NAH. Another time. I'm sleepy. (Cliffhanger!)
Nicole (my wife, if I forgot to introduce her) and I are cleaning the house and rocking out to some music. The song currently playing is "5150", a country song by Dierks Bentley. During the song, Nicole gets a call and lets it go to voicemail, despite my attempt to answer it. She has no idea who it is, since it's a 863 number. I tell her to check the voicemail, as it's a Menominee number.
She picks it up and checks the message; Turns out it is from Menominee. It's from Menominee County Police Department, to be exact. Turns out she had butt-dialed (Ha Ha, Butt.) 911 while we were cleaning up. The call was hung up immediately afterwards, and by policy, they must call back to make sure the person calling is okay. Since no one answered, they were going to send a car out here to double-check if everything was fine.
Insert Awkward Silence Here. Let it sit for a bit- let it Mature, if you will. Okay.
She calls back to explain what happened. I start chuckling to myself while I listen to this police drama unfold. (Is that the proper tense? Unfold... Unfolding... Whatever.) The operator is relieved to hear that all is well. Even the officers sent to help us are happy, as they were going to somewhere down in the boonies. Since Nicole made the call from a cell phone, the attempt to trace the call ended at the local cell tower for the next 50 or so miles. Had she not called back, the officers would never have known who made the call and would be stuck wondering what had happened while standing next to a giant metal structure.
Yeah, I kinda broke out laughing at this point. Between the song and the tower, I couldn't hold it. This story does not mean I am infallible, by far. I just don't remember... OH YES I DO. Oh, this one time, involving a cherry-flavored energy drink.... NAH. Another time. I'm sleepy. (Cliffhanger!)
I'm Not Dead
Yeah.Work. College. Children. The addition of a future child. Games. Ponies. I could give you a slew of reasons why I haven't updated, but they all sound like excuses when I type it out. And as others have told me, an excuse is effective at 0 meters. I might have messed that saying up, but ignore it for now; I'm on a roll.
I should come up with a schedule. A weekly or daily thing. Maybe bi-weekly or tri-monthly. No, that last one makes no sense. And really, this isn't just for you to read. I've been so caught up with doing things that I forgot to sit down and think about what I've done. So I will try for a daily schedule for now. See where that gets me. I will likely suffer a mental breakdown trying to think of nonsense to share with the world and my future self. But if LuLz are involved, then I say, "Onward!"
I should come up with a schedule. A weekly or daily thing. Maybe bi-weekly or tri-monthly. No, that last one makes no sense. And really, this isn't just for you to read. I've been so caught up with doing things that I forgot to sit down and think about what I've done. So I will try for a daily schedule for now. See where that gets me. I will likely suffer a mental breakdown trying to think of nonsense to share with the world and my future self. But if LuLz are involved, then I say, "Onward!"
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