A Universal Attribute

The Greedy Goblin went to Warsong Gulch. What he found there is people acting like people act: stupid. I recently farmed up enough marks to get my main (and Kathy’s main too, so you know how much of a beta provider I can be when I put my mind to it) the black war mount, and I found that (a) Warsong Gulch was the most frustrating of the three required battlegrounds, (2) PuGs all fought in the middle of the damned field for no damned reason, and (iii) I racked up several PvP achievements by standing in the flag room defending all by my lonesome.

What makes (iii) so surprising is that I did it on a 77 priest and again on a 76 hunter. Solo, in both cases, in a bracket that included plenty of 79 and 80 players. I expected it to just be a time sink, but I actually managed to get achievements in the process precisely the same way that GG observed.

Who Are You Gonna Believe?

Me, or your own lying eyes? I see blue and green spirals. Srsly.

I’m Pretty Sure That’s Actual Irony

Gmail works better with Firefox than with Chrome.

F’rinstance, compose an email. Use the “indent” button to indent a line of text. Press enter to go to the next line and try to unindent it using the “unindent” button without also unindenting the line above it.

I’ll wait.

Sadly Typical

Today I spent my entire workday with my head down, madly type type typing away. If I hadn’t met with my personal trainer today (and dang my legs are still all noodle-y), the only person I would have spoken to since leaving the house this morning would have been the cashier when I bought lunch. I might as well be working from home for all the personal interaction I squeeze into my busy busy day.

On the other hand, I managed to check off exactly zero (0) things from my list of things to get accomplished. Yay me!

But now the day’s over and I’m going home to play “Rock Band” with my sweetheart and as many of my kids as I can rope into it.

Belonephobia

When I was a wee tiny lad, I was sick. A lot. Spent much of my first five years sick, including quite a bit of time admitted to various hospitals. Enjoyed spending time in an oxygen tent with double pneumonia sort of thing. And got quite a lot of injections in the process.

To this day I do not do well with shots. Not all that long ago, an injection would usually lead to my unconsciousness, or at least to serious tunnel vision and wooziness. Occasionally crying would accompany all of the exciting symptoms of impending falling out.

So of course when I acquired a wasting disease (I chose ankylosing spondylitis, which I heartily recommend to everyone), I got one that requires weekly injections to manage. The good news is that, with weekly injections of Enbrel, I’m not in pain and the disease isn’t progressing so I won’t be losing any more range-of-motion.

So anyway I had to go down today to have blood drawn as part of my managed weight-loss program (down 42 pounds so far … woo hoo!). Since I get shots every week and no longer cry/pass out, my wife didn’t go with me to hold my hand.

*pouts*

Holding hands with my wife is one of the best things ever.

Motivation … Fading … Fast

I don’t really want to work. The worst part is that I’m not terribly concerned that I don’t really want to work. I am, in fact, concerned that I’m not concerned because I am 100% booked for the next milestone and don’t have the schedule buffer to spend any time faffing around not-working.

I’m not concerned enough to do anything about it at the moment, but I have to keep an eye on that.

In other news, it’s sunny and warm out and I continue not to be a professional golf player, damn it all.

"Star Trek” Is Made Of Win

I just got done watching “Star Trek” and ZOMG it is made of solid win and covered with awesome sauce. Our VP took the whole of the WLX team to see it this morning, and I could easily have watched it again once or twice right then and there. It was sweet.

The movie was great. It starts out exciting and kept the pace throughout. I sat there through the whole thing with a big grin except at the sad parts, where I got a little misty. Don’t tell.

The casting was phenomenal. I was really impressed at how well the actors inhabited the canonical characters. I completely believed that they were who they were supposed to be, and that they’d grow to be the characters we’d already met in ST:TOS. They even managed to sound like themselves without the actors doing impressions of the original cast.

I walked out of the theater amped, and have only appreciated the movie more as I’ve reviewed it in my head since then. This was a super experience and everybody should go see it.