Vitae Part 1
filed in Sticky Rambles on Mar.06, 2010
Sometimes I get a yen to do something different. This time that yen was to write something short, fictiony, and random. This is part 1 of the result.
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Why supersticky does not PvP on WoW
filed in Sticky Rambles on Jan.23, 2010
Coupla things about my tortured relationship with World of Warcraft: 1) supersticky does play the WoW. Many think it is lame. That is fine. I understand that there are people who are addicted and will play all day long. This is also fine. For them. I get sick after about an hour. That is about long enough to try not to get killed in Northrend again. 2) Once at like level 20 my SPriest mistakenly angered an Orc lady whilst traipsing about. Did not know that getting whacked in the back by a guard turned the formerly gloriously safe PvE wonderland into a deadly PvP wasteland. Flag went up, I got GANKED. I did not know about the flag going up or the "wait 5 minutes in a secret hidden location you wuss" rule. This person, to whom I will refer as "Tauren Horde Scum X" then vanished. Waiting until....
Some talky stuff
filed in Sticky Rambles on Dec.17, 2009
Here. Do gaze upon this lovely image for a few moments while I think. Take in the light and the shapes and the colors. No, this isn't a trick. [caption id="" align="alignnone" width="512" caption="You'll shit brix"][/caption] I'm done thinking and I got nuthin. I've been thinking for days. I got a classic case of what they like to call "writers block" and My brain is all stopped up like nobody's business. It's super-lame and I would like nothing more than to get out of it and finish my crappy novel. Seriously. In the stead of having something interesting, intriguing, or illuminating to say I'll share a random thought with you. There's a whole lot of importance placed on producing and performing and not enough on just existing and in enjoying life. Isn't that sad? People work 50 weeks a year to get 2 weeks off. 5 days a week to....
Holding Pattern…
filed in Sticky Rambles on Dec.05, 2009
There's a little holding pattern I've got going on here. It's been a few weeks since my last post. I'm working on what my sister calls a Big Think. I'll be posting this Big Think tomorrow. It's full of ideas and questions and words and punctuation. You won't even believe it. You may also have an existential crisis but really, that's out of our hands. [caption id="" align="alignnone" width="512" caption="We are but his mere pawns"][/caption] I would say more but <SPOILERS>! Just know that it'll go down easier if you're not sober. NO, little Johnny, that doesn't mean go huffing the glue! If you're not old enough to buy a bottle of liquor or to afford your own good quality reality enhancements of dubious legality then you're going to have to just settle for listening to binaural beats in the dark (put on your headphones, son!) while you read. And....
The Tragic Truth: Here There Be Stupids
filed in Sticky Rambles on Oct.29, 2009
Sometimes in this world, it's necessary to convey a harsh lesson to the masses. It's tough to be the bearer of this sort of news, especially when dealing with a dingaling who believes that there's some kind of rainbow blooming out of every pot of shit. Nobody wants to be the guy who cracked some idiot's delicate bubble of illusion. Or maybe somebody does. Hell if I know. Stupids exist. Here's how it works: You get someone who doesn't know nuthin about nuthin. He or she opens his or her mouth to speak and what comes out is the equivalent of a mathematician solving for N in X/0=N. That's right, you get yourself a [caption id="" align="alignnone" width="512" caption="Where you feel like it's been forever but it's just been a minute"][/caption] As they drone on you realize they have no fucking idea what's coming out of their mouths. It could....
A True Story About Linux
filed in Deviations, Sticky Rambles on Oct.22, 2009
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, I was a computer nerd. I was a kid then, but I could program my ass off in BASIC (and oh lordy how I wish I could program so I could get rid of it now). My dad was/is a huge computer geek so when I was little, he was teaching me how to do stuff. Right down to what's on the inside of the box. I took to it, and I became so intense (and he required such fancy efforts) that I would often put my line numbers much farther apart than just 10, 20, etc. Hey it taught me the value of a flowchart and while I don't use them to this day I feel I would be a lot more productive or something if I did. I learned IF and THEN and my personal favorite GOTO. I was....
What’s in my magic box for you today?
filed in Sticky Rambles on Oct.15, 2009
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="500" caption="Tonight we will dine with A1!"][/caption] Not a whole helluva lot actually. I've got a lot going on! Working on stuff, getting ready for National Novel Writing Month, and as always, pretending to work out. I've got a movie night scheduled with my pal so that we may then discuss the important finer points of black people dying first in the movies. I can then bring it to you! I have been enacting my anti-procrastination plan and it seems like I keep getting shit done. Backlog's moving right along! I'm a little short of time but I thought that perhaps the sexy looks of that guy from 300 would keep you satisfied until I return to bring you more of my sticky rambles. Peace out kids! <3....
Welcome to the Procrastinatrix
filed in Sticky Rambles on Oct.02, 2009
This is me. The Procrastinatrix extraordinaire, the girl with so much in her brain and so much time to do it, yet so little motivation. This post is a propos here, no? I dawdle. I'm a dawdler. It's not because I don't care or don't want to do things. I feel a lot like that secretary in this poster: a little thing slips by here, another one there, and before you know it before I can conquer a tiny memo I first have to tackle the enormous backlog sneaking around behind me hoping to become a priority. If you procrastinate you know the deal. It's sort of like the cycle of abuse, but it's self-abuse. When you procrastinate it doesn't matter if you have the world's biggest dream, a wealth of resources at your fingertips, or the cure for cancer. Standing still won't get you any closer to the finish....
“Yeah, We Got Balls” or, Race and the Movies
filed in Sticky Rambles on Sep.16, 2009
The genesis of every horror video game, movie, or story is this: [caption id="" align="alignnone" width="480" caption="Welcome, Caucasians"][/caption] This post isn't to foment any racial tensions. I happen to love horror, and I always notice that in mainstream horror there is something terribly wrong with all the people. Let's go down the list. The Asshole Jock: He's the guy who is hot-headed dickish and doesn't listen to anyone, but who will, in the final moments of his life when he realizes that it will make him more popular, sacrifice himself bravely to save the Final Girl. Smoochy and Moopsy aka The Lovers: These guys reek of one another's saliva and will die gloriously, leaving people to hope that their final agonies were at least ameliorated a little bit by a really big O. The Nerd: This guy (or gal, of late) has a body of knowledge which is really downright....
At Least in South Central…
filed in Sticky Rambles on Sep.02, 2009
.. They Wait Until the Kids are Potty Trained [caption id="" align="alignnone" width="500" caption="Chow Young Fat"][/caption] Small kids are adorable. Guns are cool. Small kids + guns = adoricool? Cooldorable? Tank de lawd de gal don't have de strenf to pull de trigger! I particularly enjoy the adult-person standing behind her, cleverly hidden from view except for the wrinkly slacks and bare feet. They could be toy guns, with the tips painted black for effect, right? Yes? Someone help me here because what this looks like is the best Yakuza or Triad assassin ever. I like to imagine her name translates to "Tiny Crimson Bloom." Victim 1 "Aww, isn't she cute?" Victim 2 "She sure is! Hey little person, where's your mommy and daddy?" Tiny Crimson Bloom "I no no." V1 "Oh she's just so cute! We'll help you find them. What's your name, little girl?" TCB "I DEAF!" V2....