Showing posts from May, 2008
Learning to tank in Age of Conan is going to be an interesting endeavor. Instead of simply throwing my ideas and the things that I learn into some shabby document, I'm going to log them on here. This will mainly ensure that I have access to it anywhere, and that I don't lose the information. Heh.

In any case, here's what I've learned so far:

Staying alive certainly has not been a problem. It seems that Guardians are most definitely built to be THE tanking class in the game, much as Warriors are built to be THE tanking class in WoW. (Go cry in a corner, Paladins.)

Guardians are the only class in the game who can wear plate armor, and the ability to wear such gear happens at level 60. From what I've heard, full-plate armor is supposed to look quite bad-ass in the game.

Now, I've determined that any Guardian who aims to be a tank (not a sometimes-tank, not an off-tank, not a "I'll tank when I need to" tank), they should always go with the Sword+Shi…
I had every intention of calling off today, given that both my head and my stomach were killing me last night. Of course, given that I'm a responsible human being, I tend to drag myself into work even when I'm dying.

Fortunately, however, I felt really good when I woke up this morning. I actually got to work early.

Go figure.
Today I examined the Guardian feats tree for AoC, in an attempt to better understand the class and if I'm sure it's the class that I am interested in playing. Also, it will be interesting to see if, after I've played the game and learned the class, if my initial analysis of the talents were accurate in what I chose.

Link to the tree.

I created that feat build with being a tank in mind, since that is what I fully expect to be doing in this game. I thoroughly enjoy the art of tanking in WoW, so I'm looking forward to doing the same thing in AoC. And, if it ends up being less of an endless grind, less of the hundreds of annoyances that must be dealt with in order to raid, and less of the time wasted before I can actually kill something, then it's money in the bank.

In any case, I'm reading up on the game all I can, but I don't plan on purchasing it just yet. I've been reading about a lot of launch bugs so far -- some that are so bad that you can't zon…
Women's Love Poem

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to 'how big is my behind?'
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

Mens Love Poem

I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and hunting. This
doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
I have an idea for a game show.

The idea came to me just now as I'm sitting here at work, the inspiration fueled by my ability to find the stupid things that Mark (the friend of mine over the wall) and I think of during the course of the day, which I then must find on the Internet (using Google and You Tube, of course).

The premise of the game show is quite simple. Three contestants are given a clue. Deciphering this clue will yield the name of something. That something could be a song lyric, a television commercial, a character in a book, or just about anything. Then, they must use Google and You Tube to find that item for everyone to see.


Clue -- "Pretty pretty dancing panda."
Item -- The old Snickers dancing panda commercial.
The link --

The first person to find it gets $1000. The person with the most money at the end of the round goes to the Lightning Round, where they must find as many items as they can in …
I think I would play a Guardian:
Everyone is in retard mode this morning. Seriously. I can see how it would be necessary for me to go around 1 or 2 people who decide to drive the speed limit in the passing lane. But having to own SIX stupid mother fuckers just irritates me. Get the hell out of my way!

The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service, at a hotel in Asia, which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review:

Room Service (RS): 'Morrin. - Roon sirbees.'

Guest (G): 'Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service.'

RS: 'Rye..Roon sirbees..morrin! Jewish to oddor sunteen??'

G: 'Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs.'

RS: 'Ow July den?'

G: 'What??'

RS: 'Ow July den?...pryed, boyud, poochd?'

G : 'Oh, the eggs! How do I like them?
Sorry, scrambled please.'

RS: 'Ow July dee baykem? Crease?'

G: 'Crisp will be fine.'

RS : 'Hokay. An Sahn toes?'

G: 'What?'

RS:'An toes. July Sahn toes?'

G: 'I don't think so.'

RS: 'No? Judo wan sahn toes??'

G: 'I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo wan sahn toes' means.'

RS: 'Toes! toes!...Why jew don juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?'

G: …
I set up a Twitter. No real reason, just like there's no real reason why I keep a blog. You can see my twitter over there to the right.

Basically, it's a lazy-man's blog. So in essence, I just put a blog inside my blog. Deep.

The cool thing about it, though, is that I can post a Twitter from ANYWHERE, because it's linked to my cell phone. That will come in hand when I'm stuck somewhere bored out of my mind.
Make sure you notice the one in the oven.

We ordered Chinese take-out for lunch at work today. I'm famous for always getting the "strange" fortunes, and today was certainly no exception. Here's my fortune:

Muchos pasos falsos son hechos por quedarse parado.

That's right. I got a fortune in Spanish. What the fuck?

Translated, it means, "False steps are often made while still being idle."

Leave it to me to get the ONLY fortune written in Spanish. Ever.
Cyclone Nargis

I always pay closer attention to news regarding natural disasters, because they've always held a certain fascination with me. And, because I'm a numbers freak, I always throw things into perspective by comparing them to other similar events.

The current death toll of that cyclone is 4,000. That's a tragedy, but let's compare it to other natural disasters.

The worst cyclone in history happened in 1970, in Bangladesh, and killed 500,000 people.

Expanding our natural disasters to more than just cyclones, the Yellow River in China flooded in 1931, and killed 4 million people.

Let's go the polar opposite of floods. The 1921-1922 drought in the Soviet Union killed 5 million people.

How about we throw in "human error". Because of the mismanagement of China's economy during the Great Leap Forward, 45 million people starved to death in the ensuing famine.

And let's not forget the greatest killer of all. The Black Plague killed 75 million peopl…