Maturity is not an age thing

So I’m catching up on my gaming blogs, RuneScape specifically, when I read the farewell post of Silvertaler. I’m not a personal friend or someone who knows him well over the internet, just an aquaintence from a couple of gaming forums. One thing he takes pride in is doing quests without guides and that’s cool because some of these aren’t simple and straightforward quests. Anyway, he says he’s stopping playing as a member now that he’s done all the quests (so far) and can’t be bothered to pay in case a quest comes out each month. I’m reading along, thinking, yeah I can see his point when I read:

“Thank Guthix I didn’t become another braindead skiller rushing every quest with guides and pointlessly striving for skill levels which will earn me nothing in the end, would have missed so much fun… Sorry, am I insulting anyone there? Too bad, those who still think I’m not done with my journey just because I’m yet to no-life the game can put their unwanted opinions back to where they came from. ^^“

I’m a braindead skiller? I’m miffed about it, though I shouldn’t be. I left a comment on his blog which iirc said wow, thanks for that and I see now is deleted. A time later, I was still miffed over the insult and said on Twitter, Fuck you, Silvertaler, from another braindead skiller.

Now *that* brought out a rash of comments, from “he’s only 17″ to “that’s harsh” to “language” to “I’m sorry you feel that way”. I can’t have been the only RSer bother by this. Yes, I know it’s “only a game” and “I shouldn’t let the comments of a person I only know over the internet to hurt my feelings”. The latter is the crux of the matter. Someone who doesn’t know me tells me how I play a game is wrong and no fun. Way to whip out your dick and piss all over someone, Silvertaler!

The others

Wow,  9 days until my RuneScape blogs close down forever. I know I’ll miss the constant updating of my characters, but what’s digging at me is keeping track with screenshots. It’s been gradually taking away the fun of playing when I have to take pictures of interesting stuff and levels up. I’ve read a handful of comments and emails, telling me I don’t have to write a post each day; screenies aren’t necessary; etc., etc.. Seriously, would you read a gaming blog with no screenies? That was a huge problem with my Sal’s blog; I just gave a brief synopsis of what I did, like “Got 65 hunter” and that’s the whole post. Nobody reads shit like that. Eventually, I added screenshots and improved my blog writing (which is different from regular writing) and attracted some readers. The blogs are there as journals for myself, though I hope readers soak in the knowledge I share. It’ll be a relief to not have to do those anymore. They were starting to be a job instead of fun.

Empath and I are both down with the flu. It’s the normal flu, not the pig flu. Man, that shit is overrated. You can’t sneeze or cough without someone telling you you have pig flu. *rolls eyes* I’m not as bad as he is and I think a lot of my symptoms are sympathetic rather than real. Also, having my period doesn’t help either.

Zip pah dee do

Not much has happened to blog about. I spend a lot of time on 4chan, lurking for pics to show on my Tumblr. Otherwise, I’m ever searching for pics of DK.

Luck was with me for bra shopping. I’m down to 2 bras and 2 chemise. The chemise like to ride up in the back and I’m forever pulling them down. Addition-elle advertised a buy 1, get 2nd 40% off, so I dragged Empath across town. I’d found a video a month ago that shows how to measure for your bra size. Surprise, I’m a 46C instead of 46D. That’s what happens when you have one tit a cup size smaller than the other. Anyway, we get to the store and I look through the bras near the floor. Empath paws the ones at the top because I can’t reach them. Between us, we found a handful and I tried them on. I picked out 2 of the same style; soft cup t-shirt material, and 3 pairs of panties. We got to the check-out and learned all the bras were 40% off. Empath ran and grabbed another bra. I had a coupon for spend $100 before taxes and save $25. The total was $94 and the clerk suggested socks to push it over. I noticed the socks were 3/$13, so I got 3 of them.

No drips

Eleven days of constant dripping water into a garbage can is over. It took a week before Empath resorted to tying string at the leak to draw the water into the can instead of repetative drips. Sleep became normal for a day or two, until the leak turned into a small waterfall and the bucket had to be dumped every 5 hours. The FIL and BIL replaced the copper piping with plastic tubing. Removing all the copper took 80% of the day. It took 30 minutes to install the tubing. The topper to the day was MIL, who came down to pester FIL.

MIL: What are you doing?

FIL: Vacuuming up the mess.

MIL: What mess? There’s nothing there.

FIL: Because I vacuumed it up!

XD

We discovered our Domino’s has pasta bowls and they deliver. OMFG, delish! I had the mac and cheese one and I’ve decided I want to have its babies. Horrible for my diet, but I think the pleasure chemicals produced by my body make up for it.

 

Plop plop

There’s a leaky pipe in the bedroom ceiling. That’s the reason for the big stain, not a dead mouse or a brown mold. The water started dripping through the dry wall on Halloween (we thought it was the rain), climaxing in a steady dribble yesterday morning. We told FIL who came down and cut out part of the ceiling above the doorway. Once MIL found out, she called the insurance company to get it fixed. FIL got very pissed (lol, love listening to him mad because he’s English) because he intended to fix it himself and now the insurance premiums will go up. MIL also wants to redo the bedroom deco which doesn’t need it. I hope FIL gets MIL to stop and let him fix it because I’m not looking forward to sleeping upstairs on that rock they call a bed. The contractor said it’d cost like 5k-6k to replace all the pipes in the bedroom I think, they weren’t talking very loud and I only got a 12 on my Listen check. So there’s a big garbage can in the doorway of our bedroom with a blue tarp on the carpet and who the hell knows when the pipe will get fixed.

ION, I’ve lost 23# so far since going on the DASH. I’m also jonseing to fuck Dominic Keating. Life’s good though I have way too much internet crap to keep up with.

Outlet

AMC has been showing horror movies since Oct. 23 through Oct. 31. I’m enjoying them, getting to see many I haven’t seen either in a long time or ever (Return of the Living Dead). It’s sort of got stale on Wednesday, showing Halloween 4 twice. Tomorrow is one to watch with Young Frankenstein.

NaNoWriMo starts in 2 days. I want to participate on it’s own site, but I lost the gumption to write during November and I was afraid no one would read/review my story. The bane of all writers. I’ve had this idea popping around in my head for the last few days and I’m thinking of doing a NaNoWriMo blog rather than publish it on the official site.

Speaking of internet things, I opened up a Tumblr blog for all the cool crap I find while scumming the web. It’s NSFW due to the occasional nude pic. I spent a lot of time yesterday lurking through the naked pics. So many blowjobs and tits, yet the only way to see naked men is digging through homoerotica. Thank gods for Mrs. Candy.

Slip daddy

Payday was fun this week. We went in search of a food dehydrator at Walmart and found one for $45. The *only* one in the entire store. Empath picked up 2 pairs of sweatpants also to replace the ones he’s had since we married. We bought some apples and bananas at Sobeys to try out with my new toy. The first run was with a single banana. I’d placed the slices on the wrong side of the tray, so had to take time to put them on the correct side. It took about 4 hours to dehydrate it, only because I couldn’t wait any longer to taste them. At first, the chips were crispy, but they turned chewy when stuck in a container for a few minutes. They were still yummy. Tomorrow, it’s time to get up early to set the rest of the fruit in the machine. I’m nervous about running it during the night; apples can take up to 24 hours to dehydrate.

Yesterday, I popped into a friend’s chat channel. I only recognized 2 names (besides the owner) from when I was a regular there 2 years ago. Apparently, my presence caused some tension with them. I kinda had a feeling it would turn out bad, but I didn’t get kicked out.

My weight loss is doing good. Today I weighed in at 285#, so 20# lost since being on the DASH diet.

BG2 and Vista

I’ve had a helluva time getting BG2 to work with Vista. If it weren’t for a niggling voice, I’d have given up all hope of playing this game again. The first hurdle was finding a version of winrar compatible with Vista. With that done, now it was getting around Vista’s Net Nanny (UAC – user account control) in order to upload dangerous things like portraits. I am the admin on my compy, so why can’t I alter shit in PF? After installing BG2, Empath moved it out of Program Files to another Games directory and that shut up the UAC. I managed to upload the portraits, patches and mods – the ones that WORK, not that Gibberlings3 shit with secret alterations – and attempted to start the game. Now there’s an assertation error with one of the .bif files. I sicced Empath on this problem because I’d given up. I put a lot of thought in reformating the hd back to XP, making it possible for me to play ALL my games. He found a big assertation error list at Bioware’s site and my error was in the list. The .bif file kept looking in PF for info when everything had been moved elsewhere. It’s fixed now and I’m playing a game.

My bday cake is being evil. I’ve fallen off my diet so much this week. I’ve had to give up on my dried fruits. The sweetness burned deep into a couple cavaties so I ended up brushing my teeth until they bled to make the pain go away.

M called last night to wish me hbd. She said her son knocked up his best bud’s cousin, though they are waiting for paternity test results. Not keeping your dick in your pants in genetic in our family.

Birthday 39

Today I’m 39 years old. It’s been very good with sweet presents. The ILs gave me a soft shirt and smalled cooler along with $20 which paid for the supper of take out from the movie theater. I had a personal pan ‘roni pizza with a gallon of root beer and breadsticks and Empath had fries, gravy, hot dog and gallon of ice tea. Empath gave me 2 imps from Zero Punctuation. I love them so much; they watch tv and read books with me. ^.^ Empath got home from work with my bday cake and a surprise butterfly balloon (benefits breast cancer research). Pics can be seen on Twitpic.

CJS has a Twitter account now and I’m his first legit follower! *squee*

Egg timer?

Wednesday and again with the doctor appointment, though just me this time. It was for a pap smear and breast exam, the latter I wasn’t expecting. I got naked except for my socks and sat in one exam room for 15 minutes while Doc was with another patient. She came in and told me to lay back with my butt near the bottome of the table. Well, I didn’t scoot down far enough before she dropped part of the table, so I did this butt scoot on the table and tore up the paper under me. Typical of me; I’d think I’d remember to scoot farther before laying back. Getting my feet on the stirrups was a pain since my fat thighs don’t bend that way anymore. She lubed me up and stuck what felt like an egg with a handle but I think it was a  speculum. Shortly after, my vaginal muscles contracted and the speculum popped out. The difference between Canadian and US pap smears is the doctor doesn’t stick his/her finger up my butt. US docs like to jab a finger or two up the arse. Let me know if you find a prostate.

An hour later, my tummy felt weird which is normal. I just had someone stuff a metal object and several fingers up there so slight discomfort is expected. I went pee and found some blood on the paper (also normal). I’m supposed to check in in 4 weeks for the test results.

This has been a bad week for food. Sobey’s has chewy Chips Ahoy! cookies on sale, so we bought some and scarfed them down. Horrible of me. I should’ve limited myself to 2, but I ate 10. We’ve also eaten take-out for a couple days, including pizza.

The  good news is BG2 is playable on my compy again. Empath helped me download winRAR and get the mods installed. He told me the user account settings won’t let me change anything in Program Files, so he moved BG2 files to somewhere else and the zipped mods installed just fine. He suggested diabling the Vista Nanny, but I’ve had it save me from a couple of hacker attacks (malware and a trojan) because it always asks me to confirm/deny anything that gets d/l.