I felt somewhat depressed when I learned of the cancellation of MO:UL, a day late, I might add. There are more than a handful of people who would shout and scream "It's just a game!" But it was a damned good game.
It's certainly different than most MMOs, which is absolutely no problem. I've always found games like World of Warcraft and Runescape so repetitive and boring, and after a few levels, I'd just get completely bored because you generally did much the same thing over and over, which for others, is why it's addictive.
MO:UL was more social and mental environment, with puzzles and such. I seriously doubt you'll find another MMO anywhere that isn't about fighting or some other basic concept. I will always treasure the friends I've made here, and will eagerly await when the Cavern starts calling again..
Yeah, you know, I think I'm giving up the quote thing, though, it's beginning to seem a bit silly, however profound or amusing they might've been.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Questions
It's weird, on top of not generally posting two days in a row, I heard some people talking during a free period and I had, like, an epiphany. Honestly, it's just a bunch of random questions that don't even make much sense, but meh, I felt like putting them somewhere.
What if our entire life was a dream, and the moment of our death, we woke up?
What if we were actually on the ceiling, and gravity was some sort of illusion?
What if mirrors are just showing us an exact copy of ourselves looking in the mirror in another dimension?
What if color is only a perception of the mind? We could all be black and white, or a complete inversion of what we see?
And maybe, like sight, touch, smell, and thought were just perceptions? When we smell sweet flowers it could in reality be some sort of disgusting tentacle? And maybe the petals were slimy and rough instead of soft and thin?
Heh, I know this is completely and sound like ideas for some weird psychological thriller or something, but I was in a thoughtful mood today and, like I said, just felt like writing all this crap somewhere. I could've left it in a notebook, but meh.
"One doesn't have a sense of humor. It has you." - Larry Gelbart
What if our entire life was a dream, and the moment of our death, we woke up?
What if we were actually on the ceiling, and gravity was some sort of illusion?
What if mirrors are just showing us an exact copy of ourselves looking in the mirror in another dimension?
What if color is only a perception of the mind? We could all be black and white, or a complete inversion of what we see?
And maybe, like sight, touch, smell, and thought were just perceptions? When we smell sweet flowers it could in reality be some sort of disgusting tentacle? And maybe the petals were slimy and rough instead of soft and thin?
Heh, I know this is completely and sound like ideas for some weird psychological thriller or something, but I was in a thoughtful mood today and, like I said, just felt like writing all this crap somewhere. I could've left it in a notebook, but meh.
"One doesn't have a sense of humor. It has you." - Larry Gelbart
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Lost and Found
Well, I was about to post to tell you about one of our two new cats, Christy, running away. But before I had a chance to get on, she showed up again. Which is great, even though it makes for a shorter story.
Basically, yesterday afternoon, we let Luna and Christy out and Luna came back about an hour later, but we never saw Christy until about an hour before now. We figured she either get picked off by a coyote in the woods (Don't remind me of the thought.) or she got taken in by somebody else. We assumed they'd take her to the vet or animal shelter eventually, and check the chip in her neck. (Nifty little things, apparently they're becoming mainstream for pets nowadays.) And that would lead them to our address/phone number etc.
Either way, we still put up some posters around the complex and tonight, someone either saw the posters we put out with our address and number. Or Christy somehow managed to stay dry and clean for almost a full twenty-four hours. Though its probable she may have snuck under some stairs/bushes/catwalks, I seriously doubt it.
All I know is, she's safe and sound with her sissy Luna, and I guess the people who found her must not have had any kitty food, cause she ate a whole bowl of wet food and then two straight bowls of dry food.
I'm thinking that could also be another reason they let her out, because they couldn't care for her, or what. Who knows what Christy did to those folks, she hasn't been de-clawed yet, and I'm not sure we ever plan to do so. But Hope was pretty much sobbing when she heard some kitty-howling and she opened the door and it just bounded in. Daniel just swooped her up on the couch and petted her over and over once she'd gotten her great huge meal in.
I kind of neglected to post about getting Luna and Christy after we gave up Blue to one of my Aunt's friend. But hey, better late than never, I'd suppose. I'm just happy they're back. :D
"If Shaw and Einstein couldn't beat death, what chance have I got? Practically none." - Mel Brooks
Basically, yesterday afternoon, we let Luna and Christy out and Luna came back about an hour later, but we never saw Christy until about an hour before now. We figured she either get picked off by a coyote in the woods (Don't remind me of the thought.) or she got taken in by somebody else. We assumed they'd take her to the vet or animal shelter eventually, and check the chip in her neck. (Nifty little things, apparently they're becoming mainstream for pets nowadays.) And that would lead them to our address/phone number etc.
Either way, we still put up some posters around the complex and tonight, someone either saw the posters we put out with our address and number. Or Christy somehow managed to stay dry and clean for almost a full twenty-four hours. Though its probable she may have snuck under some stairs/bushes/catwalks, I seriously doubt it.
All I know is, she's safe and sound with her sissy Luna, and I guess the people who found her must not have had any kitty food, cause she ate a whole bowl of wet food and then two straight bowls of dry food.
I'm thinking that could also be another reason they let her out, because they couldn't care for her, or what. Who knows what Christy did to those folks, she hasn't been de-clawed yet, and I'm not sure we ever plan to do so. But Hope was pretty much sobbing when she heard some kitty-howling and she opened the door and it just bounded in. Daniel just swooped her up on the couch and petted her over and over once she'd gotten her great huge meal in.
I kind of neglected to post about getting Luna and Christy after we gave up Blue to one of my Aunt's friend. But hey, better late than never, I'd suppose. I'm just happy they're back. :D
"If Shaw and Einstein couldn't beat death, what chance have I got? Practically none." - Mel Brooks
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Numbah Four
Well, I was told by Thend that Myst Online: Uru Live was number four in GameTap's Top Games of 2007. You'd think, honestly, it would be number one, not just because I play it and such. I mean, it's an online game, and that tends to attract a lot of people considering to offline games. But, I suppose it makes since when you put Sam & Max and such into play.
Though MO:UL was number four, Psychonauts was number one. When you really think about it, it was kind of predictable. Even when it wasn't on GameTap, it was insanely popular, and I would even have to admit that its disturbingly addicting. I spent two weeks out of Uru, so, that must say something.
Sam and Max, is, as previously mentioned, up there too. So, yeah. In other news there's a trailer out for the next Narnia movie, which I'd assumed they'd only do one, since, by the time the movie is actually out, it's been three years since the last one. It's for Prince Caspian, which has always been my favorite book, along with The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Plus there's Spiderwick Chronicles, along with Cloverfield and Alien VS Predator: Reqiuem. I don't knopw if I'm actually going to see AVP:R though, just on the fact that the other AVP films annoy the crap out of me because they kill EVERYONE off.
But, since I'm not (Nor do I ever plan to be.) a movie critique, I'm going to shut up and paste the quote.
"I was in a bar and I said to a friend, 'You know, we've become those 40-year-old guys we used to look at and say, 'Isn't it sad?' " - George Clooney
Though MO:UL was number four, Psychonauts was number one. When you really think about it, it was kind of predictable. Even when it wasn't on GameTap, it was insanely popular, and I would even have to admit that its disturbingly addicting. I spent two weeks out of Uru, so, that must say something.
Sam and Max, is, as previously mentioned, up there too. So, yeah. In other news there's a trailer out for the next Narnia movie, which I'd assumed they'd only do one, since, by the time the movie is actually out, it's been three years since the last one. It's for Prince Caspian, which has always been my favorite book, along with The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Plus there's Spiderwick Chronicles, along with Cloverfield and Alien VS Predator: Reqiuem. I don't knopw if I'm actually going to see AVP:R though, just on the fact that the other AVP films annoy the crap out of me because they kill EVERYONE off.
But, since I'm not (Nor do I ever plan to be.) a movie critique, I'm going to shut up and paste the quote.
"I was in a bar and I said to a friend, 'You know, we've become those 40-year-old guys we used to look at and say, 'Isn't it sad?' " - George Clooney
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Blue Blues
Well, I absolutely hate myself for not posting about this earlier, so I should definitely do it now, I know I mentioned animals before, with Mr. Tweeters and all, but this one is a bit more personal, so here we go.
On Thanksgiving some of my cousins had taken in a stray cat that they had taken to call Blue, and since Hope and I had been talking about getting a cat for a couple months, and they were serious about giving it to us, we actually ended taking it home in a carrier. It was a mellow cat, ofcourse, it mewed a bit, but it didn't like freak out on the hour-long car drive home, so he seemed great at first, and I still think he is.
He started to go crazy and scratch up our legs and bit our toes/fingers, which I didn't mind, Daniel did, of course, and Hope just said it was cute because it was playing. And it was certainly funny more than once to see Blue stick Daniel's toes between his teeth, even though he actually managed to give me a nasty scratch once.
Then, though, he started spraying the apartment because we started to let him outside, and he managed to get a whiff of the other outside cats, so, unfortunately, he started to, err, mark his territory. Now, it didn't smell as bad as you think it would. Daniel seemed to freak out over it, though it seemed to be concentrated around the litter box. But then again, I had a cold all around this time, so.
Hope didn't seem to mind it at all, since it managed to aerate itself shockingly quick. But, unfortunately, we called a vet to work on getting him neutered and such, but we found out that we had been wrong about some info. We were, like, a week late on getting him neutered, if we had called a week before, it would have made a difference.
But we had waited too long and Blue was still able to be neuterable, of course, its just it wouldn't stop the spraying, and wouldn't make him feel more at ease towards the other cats. And it sucked, too, because, there was no way we could really keep him as an inside cat, since we weren't planning on letting him out one story above the ground.
But, fortunately, my Aunt had a friend who owned a farm, and we finally, today, decided to chug him off to a more open, and outside, environment. And you know, it's just crazy, you know, because we had had him for about three weeks and I was already all used and affectionate for him. Though I would never show it, I practically cried as we let Blue go. And I've been thinking about it off and on, and getting mentally emotional since.
So, you know, it sucks, but Hope says that she's already found a couple of kittens who are better-suited to an indoor cat. Though I will always remember Blue, who was, though it's twenty-one years late, will be my first and special cat. Though I won't see him hiding in the shoe closet, looking out through the blinds on the door, or lounging on the rocker, he'll still be remembered by me.
Sorry if this is a bit corny or over-emotional, I mean, it's not as depressing as it comes off, but, like I've said, it sucks.
"If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer." - Alfred North Whitehead
On Thanksgiving some of my cousins had taken in a stray cat that they had taken to call Blue, and since Hope and I had been talking about getting a cat for a couple months, and they were serious about giving it to us, we actually ended taking it home in a carrier. It was a mellow cat, ofcourse, it mewed a bit, but it didn't like freak out on the hour-long car drive home, so he seemed great at first, and I still think he is.
He started to go crazy and scratch up our legs and bit our toes/fingers, which I didn't mind, Daniel did, of course, and Hope just said it was cute because it was playing. And it was certainly funny more than once to see Blue stick Daniel's toes between his teeth, even though he actually managed to give me a nasty scratch once.
Then, though, he started spraying the apartment because we started to let him outside, and he managed to get a whiff of the other outside cats, so, unfortunately, he started to, err, mark his territory. Now, it didn't smell as bad as you think it would. Daniel seemed to freak out over it, though it seemed to be concentrated around the litter box. But then again, I had a cold all around this time, so.
Hope didn't seem to mind it at all, since it managed to aerate itself shockingly quick. But, unfortunately, we called a vet to work on getting him neutered and such, but we found out that we had been wrong about some info. We were, like, a week late on getting him neutered, if we had called a week before, it would have made a difference.
But we had waited too long and Blue was still able to be neuterable, of course, its just it wouldn't stop the spraying, and wouldn't make him feel more at ease towards the other cats. And it sucked, too, because, there was no way we could really keep him as an inside cat, since we weren't planning on letting him out one story above the ground.
But, fortunately, my Aunt had a friend who owned a farm, and we finally, today, decided to chug him off to a more open, and outside, environment. And you know, it's just crazy, you know, because we had had him for about three weeks and I was already all used and affectionate for him. Though I would never show it, I practically cried as we let Blue go. And I've been thinking about it off and on, and getting mentally emotional since.
So, you know, it sucks, but Hope says that she's already found a couple of kittens who are better-suited to an indoor cat. Though I will always remember Blue, who was, though it's twenty-one years late, will be my first and special cat. Though I won't see him hiding in the shoe closet, looking out through the blinds on the door, or lounging on the rocker, he'll still be remembered by me.
Sorry if this is a bit corny or over-emotional, I mean, it's not as depressing as it comes off, but, like I've said, it sucks.
"If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer." - Alfred North Whitehead
Monday, October 29, 2007
Farm Trips
Hope dragged me, Joe, and Rachael out to some weird pumpkin farm about two hours away since her grandparents were visiting. It wasn't altogether horrible, I like the country, forgot my camera, though.
They had a fishing pond with some surprisingly huge bass in it, and some old, dusty teepees. And what was funny, is they had an animal arm with a rabbit, chickens, and an old goat in it that I didn't even know was there until we came back on the hay ride. The bunnies were cute, and I grew a sort of attachment to the goat, but that may have been the funky fumes coming from the lettuce you could feed it.
"Be obscure clearly." - E.B. White
They had a hay ride that went through their old fashioned Christmas Tree farm, considering their pumpkins were a bit disgusting, personally. They had this very neat treehouse that was for show and the kids most likely, and the place was surprisingly popular. It's even better than the type of treehouse I've always thought about, though I imagine you can't build on a college campus.
They had a fishing pond with some surprisingly huge bass in it, and some old, dusty teepees. And what was funny, is they had an animal arm with a rabbit, chickens, and an old goat in it that I didn't even know was there until we came back on the hay ride. The bunnies were cute, and I grew a sort of attachment to the goat, but that may have been the funky fumes coming from the lettuce you could feed it.
They had a (Herding?) dog that loped around, but it was the most wimpy dog I've ever seen, it ran away from, like, everything. Me and Joe tried cornering it to pet it, but in the end it started getting this oh-my-effing-god-i'm-about-to-spazz-out look on its face, so we backed off.
All in all, it wasn't bad, but I swear, the drive time was insane..
"Be obscure clearly." - E.B. White
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Autumn Twilight
The Fall is my favorite season, for one, because my birthday is in it. But it also has Halloween, my favorite holiday, but its not my favorite holiday cause of the candy, for me, that's just a bonus. I love scaring people, and the dark, and the creepiness. Cause I'm cool like that.
And the ditches fill up with brown, yellow, orange, and red leaves like a flood, and when you jump in them, it goes crunch. Honestly, it just looks pretty,
Though, by the time the trees are bare of leaves and sickly, its not quite as pretty, but you get my point.
I went on a couple mile hiking trail the other day, made of really soft sand that felt good even through your shoes. Hope dragged me off to it, but it really shows you the nature of Fall, atleast until the trees die, and stuff..
I brought my camera along, and I'm not a professional photographer or anything, and I don't intend to be, but I like snapping pictures of things. We saw a cute wittle rabbit somewhere along the way.
Plus Joe found a tire hubcap from what must've been a crazy-huge truck and a reflector of the bike. Plus there was this old water pump that must've been abandoned a long time ago, cause it was rusty and surrounded by a fence. And the part that went off over the lake was taped off with "POLICE LINE, DO NOT CROSS." and it was either a crime scene (Which I dearly wanted to see.) or the boardwalk was rotted through. Who knows.
I still took a picture of it.
"Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops, and hippies. " - Jimmy Buffet
And the ditches fill up with brown, yellow, orange, and red leaves like a flood, and when you jump in them, it goes crunch. Honestly, it just looks pretty,
Though, by the time the trees are bare of leaves and sickly, its not quite as pretty, but you get my point.
I went on a couple mile hiking trail the other day, made of really soft sand that felt good even through your shoes. Hope dragged me off to it, but it really shows you the nature of Fall, atleast until the trees die, and stuff..
I brought my camera along, and I'm not a professional photographer or anything, and I don't intend to be, but I like snapping pictures of things. We saw a cute wittle rabbit somewhere along the way.
Plus Joe found a tire hubcap from what must've been a crazy-huge truck and a reflector of the bike. Plus there was this old water pump that must've been abandoned a long time ago, cause it was rusty and surrounded by a fence. And the part that went off over the lake was taped off with "POLICE LINE, DO NOT CROSS." and it was either a crime scene (Which I dearly wanted to see.) or the boardwalk was rotted through. Who knows.
I still took a picture of it.
"Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops, and hippies. " - Jimmy Buffet
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