With reference to that classic Megatokyo strip.
My copy of Civ IV just got here, so I guess I'll be seeing you guys in a couple months or so.
(I haven't forgotten about you, Laurent. Honest.)
Because I woke up at noon today, having had 10 hours of sleep, and right now I'm totally exhausted. Figure that out.
So I got my Praxis II English scores Saturday. 185/200 and 160/200, which is reasonable. And Western's like "Oh, bring them up when you get them!" and I'm like "Ok." So I do. And they're like "Oh, did you get your letter yet?" "No, but I'll check when I get back." And then I get back, and it's all like "We're sorry, but your application has been rejected. Have a nice day." So, yeah, that kinda sucks. What's funny here is that my parents seemingly care more about it than I do. Maybe I'm just so tired I won't care until tomorrow. Or maybe I'm just THAT Zen. Who knows.
Time to check in to some MLS programs, though.
On a totally other note, just to be all taunty to Suzanne, a reprint of the conversation we're having:
*totally out of context, for great justice*
Her: Great thing about manipulating men, they're so easily distracted.
You did not just hear me say that.
Me: I totally did, however.
Her: I deny everything.
Me: I have incriminating photographs.
Her: Look! A bunny!
Me: *looks at self* Yes?
Her: grr. Look! A shiney... thing... on the ground!
*grabs evidence*
Me: *police helicopters appear from nowhere*
Her: My wiley female manipulation skills are obviously dulled by the fever
Me: Perhaps. Or the internet. Or perhaps I am wise to your evil female ways.
Her: Perhaps I should not have explicitly stated that I had evil female ways. I might have kept it secret longer...
Me: That generally helps. I believe they're supposed to be evil SUBTLE female ways.
Her: It's the fever. I'm telling you.
Me: So you say.
Her: Look, I may not be subtle, but I am still female, and evil, and I am radiating an infectious disease so watch yerself.
Me: The internet will protect me!
Her: Not forever, it won't
Me: Well, at least until 2:30 tomorrow.
Her: is that when you get off your 'shift' ?
Me: Yah
Her: I don't know why I put shift in quotes
..or half-quotes. whatever.
Me: You were being so wily and female, you couldn't even tell that's what you were doing?
Her: Do I ever get to hear the end of this, or what?
Me: Well, when you put it like THAT...no.
Which it certainly was, because I stayed up until like 4:30 am to finish it.
Your discerning Robert Jordan reader what hasn't read the book yet might want to skip this one, as well as you lot what don't read the books. Thar's spoilers in them thar hills. You have been warned.
Yes, I realize that means more or less nobody will read this ever. But it's my blog, and I'll rant if I want to, rant if I want to, rant if I wa...sorry.
So I read the whole thing in one sitting, which is like 800 pages in hardcover. It's been a pretty long time since I could say I've done that, probably as far back as 1997 and A Crown of Swords. I think both 8 and 9 were two day reads, and 10 took a while, because, and let us be brutally honest, 10 is one of the worst things I've read EVER. Nothing happened.
But stuff happens in this one. Lots of stuff. And on that note, let me just say one thing:
PERRIN, YOU TOTAL FUCKING LOSER. IT'S ABOUT GOD DAMN TIME, DAMMIT. I NEVER WANT TO READ ABOUT YOU AGAIN. DAMN YOU FOR TURNING FROM AN AWESOME CHARACTER INTO A WHINY LITTLE LOSER.
Ok, I'm done now. But he deserved that, doing the same plot for THREE FREAKING BOOKS NOW...sorry, I'm calm, really.
And a big giant huzzah for everyone in Andor shutting the hell up already.
Mat is totally the Man, and has never not been the Man.
And I like how Rand has seemingly reached that level where he just sort of leaps out and owns people at random. Few thousand Trollocs? No problem. Clean right up. Semirhage? No problem. Hand stings a bit, but.
I wish we didn't have to wait another book for the sure to be awesome Moiraine rescue. But we do, so that kinda sucks.
But definitely it's the best book in like, 4 or 5 books. So rabbits are pleased.
Instead of my standard complaints about my ISP sucking the good suck, as it were, I shall instead reprise that great quote of yesteryear, which was true in that time, just as it is today:
bash.org:
Me: "Monroetel lives!"
Clyos: "cept ours is a 80s Trans Am on cinder blocks, it doesn't move"
In other news, I have been somewhat remiss in my blogging lately, for which I have essentially no excuse. I fear you may never see the rumored bloggage of my adventures amongst the youth of today, but most anybody who cares has heard what there is to hear already.
In Praxis news, I got my scores back for the Praxis I (Praxis II English scores are MIA), and...well, there was a freaking giant hole in the envelope, like somebody tried to take a bite out of it. Strangest thing I ever saw. But at least I owned. 184 of 190 Reading, 179 of 190 Writing, and 185 of 190 Math, or something like that. But it was a pathetic test, so whatever.
Had my interview with Western on Thursday, as pretty much the final step deciding if I'm in or out. And, well, it was an interview. People thought I did well, I thought I sucked, so reality is somewhere in between. We'll know one way or the other in two weeks or so.
On a totally removed note, I picked up the Best of Counting Crows CD at the library the other day on a whim, because, well, why not. And so I'm driving down the road, and I have no idea what any of these songs are, and I'm pretty much like "Everything but Long December sucked" and all of a sudden my speakers are blaring out Mr Jones And Me, and I'm like "Holy shit! I didn't know Counting Crows did this song!" So pretty much I spent the rest of the day listening to that and waxing randomly nostalgic.
Perceptive readers will remember my attitudes towards rock music of the mid-90s.
Which I've been hearing a lot more of lately, for some reason. Because, while the totally awesome oldies station in Portland apparently died, and the one in Corvallis sucks as much as it is possible to suck, the Portland one apparently got replaced by a station that plays all sorts of random crap all the time, at least half of which I think is awesome, and much of which is stuff I haven't heard in forver. Cue this with finding another station that plays a lot of 90s stuff (some good, some very very bad), and I am a happy rabbit.
HAPPY, as the saying goes.
From screenshots, it appears that the Internet icon in Civ 4 is Al Gore's head. How freaking hilarious is that, I ask you.
So, here we are, 7 (or was it 8) of us, playing a MegaMek free for all game. It so happens that there's a map in there with little cars drawn in by the roads...
Hurlbut: guys you see those cars?
Tiger1833: yup
Tiger1833: nice touch
Hurlbut: who want to bloew them up? }:)
Hurlbut: so pretty cars
GhostViper: and they wouldnt crush
Hurlbut: eye candies tend to do that
GhostViper: still be funny
Thag: "I'm sorry officer! I didn't mean to double park! Please don't blow me up with your assault mech!"
Nightsong: *imagines an Arti-strike on the cars. ;)*
GhostViper: i wont blow it up i promise.....cruch....oops was that it
Thag: Aaaaaaa! My CAR!
JediBear: Hm. Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft...Parking rules enforced by Davion Heavy Guards?
Thag: (And the next guy's car, and the car after that, and..."
GhostViper: .....is that saggitaire blue lighting me????
Nightsong: *snerks* Yep. A whole lotta blue light..
I'm sorry if you didn't get that. I really am.
In other news, it turns out that...
1. An Executioner A can actually survive 143 damage in one round, PLUS make the piloting roll. Even survives into round 3. However, when somebody's sniping you with a UAC 20 at 11s to hit, and HITS, and hits you in the CTR, you're done.
2. In the epic battle between Stormcrow and Kodiak, well. Not so good for the Stormcrow. Even if it's a custom with 6 jump. But I tried.
MegaMek rocks.
For the BT fans among you, I just had to write down every single warship and aerospace fighter in Clan Snow Raven. Let me assure you that there are a lot of them. It took me all day. Some people need to think a LOT harder before writing rules, let us say.
Anyway. So, in previous episodes, we have learned that Our Hero, whilest semi-gainfully employed at the library, can pull things off the shelf and check them out. In this week's episode, we note that Our Hero can do this with CDs, whereupon he returns to Monroe with a Donnas CD, a Kings of Leon CD, and a 4 disc Ozzy Osbourne set. Thus further leads Our Hero to note two things of vital importance to all mankind, namely:
1. I should not, upon inserting your company's music CD in my CD drive, not be able to listen to the CD immediately. If I get weird splash screens or anything that requires me to agree to anything or have anything installed, you have done something VERY WRONG, such that it will put in jeopardy your ever having me buy your product.
Rabbit don't go for that shit, as it were.
2. So, we're here listening to this Ozzy thing, and we get...
"KERMIE!"
"Miss Piggy! Welcome!"
"Ozzy Osbourne? Boy did I open the wrong door."
And a bit of other dialogue, which leads us into Ozzy doing Born to Be Wild.
The next track I can only describe as some sort of bizzare fusion of electronica, rap, and rock, which despite the coming together of black men rapping and Ozzy doing backup vocals, is actually pretty good.
Then we get some random stuff. And then, without any warning whatsoever, Ozzy starts doing...Stayin' Alive. As in, the Beegees. Ah ah ah ah stayin' alive, and all that.
Yeah. Just think about that for a few. I'm going to bed.
