The End is Here

So, my birthday was last week. For my birthday my brother bought me a Battered Hilt for Meyr off the AH. So, now I'm very excited that I can get an awesome weapon for my hunter. Now, I'm off to bake some cupcakes and play some DnD. Somebody make sure that I don't run into any doors this time.

Today being the last day of April is the last day of BEDApril 2010. And I'm very proud to say that I made it!! I was able to post as a post everyday, for 30 days.

The End.

And I Shall Name Him Jim

We started our DnD game last weekend, as I have talked about for almost all this week. You see it's the only thing getting me though this insane homework-filled week. Anyways, DnD (if you don't know the joys of DnD, then a) you're not a nerd or b) you have some 'splaining to do) I'm working on becoming a better role-player, since it's been one of my favorite aspects of Freelancer. My biggest problem I'm having is making sure that the subtle difference between the character I'm playing and me actually are apparent.

 One of the quirks I'm working into for this Korin is that she calls our Paladin (much to David's dismay) Jim when his name is actually Tom. Why? Well, I really wanted someone to name their character that so I can randomly go:
"Dammit Jim, I'm a Cleric not an helmsman."
Surprisingly, no one went for that. So I made Tom into a Jim, or at least my character can't seem to get his name right. I thought about expanding it into not getting anyone's name right (like switching Boromiss and Farimiss (uh, no clue on the spellings there)), but decided that would be too confusing. So, sorry Jim it's just something about you.

On another note, I can't believe BEDA is almost over.

It's Alive

You may have noticed by now, but when I'm not working on homework (which encompasses when I blog) I've tended lately to obsess about DnD. And today is no different, I've been everything I can to give me ideas for my character, Korin Meyer (as a note, yes that is the same first name as my freelancer character, Korin "Kori" Leena).

Well, one of the DnD books on equipment has a chapter talking about mounts. My favorite mount-- the gelatinous cube. Best part you ride it from the inside of the cube. So, imagine that: essentially riding around in a giant, hungry cube of Jell-O (does that make anyone else really want Jell-O, espeically if if looks like this(which is technically Jell-O ice cream, which sounds even better to me!)).

However, you do need a magic item that creates a force-field around the character in order to avoid being flat-out devoured by the cube. But, to move the cube you actually trick it into thinking there's food in a particular direction by banging on that force-field. Personally I still think thats a neat trick.

What Flavor is Sneak Attack?

I was looking up some lore information as a spring board to develop my DnD character today, and I saw an ad on one website for DnD themed Jones Soda. Which strikes me as odd. So a quick hop, skip and Google search later. And it appears to be legit.

DnD Spell-casting Soda, is an actual product. Found here.

Although my concern would be: what flavor is sneak attack supposed to be?

Elements and that Jazz

I had my chemistry lab today. And actually I wasn't really prepared for the lab-- yanow, actually reading it and all. But, I was very presently surprised how much I liked this particular lab.

The lab was the first of many Qualitative Analysis (which means that instead of using specific measuremetns and numbers (Quantitative Analysis) you draw conclusions and connections based on observasions of color changes, prepititates forming, etc.) and I thought it was fantastic. It's not often that I really enjoy my classes, but I'm escited for when I start taking chemistry classes more suited to my interests.  As I mentioned though, this is the first of many qualitative labs, so I'm very excited for this next couple of weeks.

Also, great about qualitative-- you can't screw up sig figs. I hate sig figs possibly more than calculus.

Bad Meyr

I find that if you're not careful its very easy to get into a cycle of not thinking about these posts. Because the past two days I've totally copped out. And that's not really blogging. People don't care to read about how I'm frantically trying to make sure I don't fail. That being said, I completely wanted to write today off as much of the same. So, here's me trying to be good, since I'm in the final stretch of BEDA.

This weekend, I played DnD as I briefly mentioned the last two days. This is the campaign we were planning on started after Freelancer wrapped up, but we started early because the people we had this weekend it made more sense this way. This does mean that Freelancer is wrapping up, and that Kori will have some sort of closure good, bad, or otherwise.

Pirating

Yesterday, I hastily posted that I was home and playing DnD this weekend. And today is no different. I should be able to come back to this at some point in the future, but I am currently at the DnD table investigating a pirate ship. David should do his blog for today. I now know that he already did. [David's addition] Awesome.

By the Light!

Since I don't have any classes on Friday, last night I came back to Lancaster. We were planning on playing Freelancer this weekend turns out that we ended up starting a DnD game. We'll still be playing our Freelancer game, seeing as we have some story to finish up.

So, we decided to start a DnD game. And I decided to play a cleric with a terrible wanderlust. Since, I've never been much of a magic user I thought it would be kinda fun. 

20 before 20

Since today is my 19th birthday, I'll be turning 20 next in exactly one year. So, before I leave the teens behind and enter my twenties there are some things I'd like to do. Modeled after Slice of Pink, in conjunction with Pink Rose, I bring you my:


20 things Before 20.

1. Do BEDA again in August 
2. Finish FIRSTales
3. Read a book a month (or 12 books)
4. Bake something delicious completely from stratch 
5. Finish watching BSG and B5
6. Pass 150 blog posts
7. Have a 24 hour marathon geek-out 
8. Make char siu bao
9. Learn a new skill (like knitting, or crochet) 
10. De-stress my life in 2 measurable ways
11. Do something exciting
12. Take pictures of "A Day in My Life"
13. Have another portrait shoot
14. Take a class I love
15. Invent a holiday and get people to celebrate with me
16. Win a game of Settlers 
17. Write a short story
18. Finish a piece of art
19. Study for and take a specific California Government test
20. Design a logo for myself that I'm happy with
21. Learn to count 

QQ moar

I have nothing to write about. So today, Internet, you get me being random.

Arghh.

Seriously, I have nothing to say-- not even some lame excuse for a post. Tomorrow will be good-- posting wise; I have two tests so my day is going to suck. Yeah, that doesn't just go away even if you claim that you can't possibly be tested, because you're special. Apparently the real world doesn't care. I need a tiara. And a cape. Because I want to be a pretty, pretty princess and the goddam Batman.

Joking Around

I don't know exactly how this came to mind, but bear with me (also if your not a fan of puns and wordplay queue your facepalms).  I was in physics and talking about waves. And waves have to propagate through a medium. Medium.

Remember that old joke, what do you call a clairvoyant little person escaped from prison?
-- A small medium at large

A small medium. Kori's definitely a psychic, and she's short. Check and check. If only she was at large-- oh that right, she's one of the most wanted people in the galaxy. Check there too.

Korin Andromeda Leena
Small Medium at Large

I should make business cards.

Edit:

Totally made business cards. This is what you get when you teach a geek graphic design.

Dungeon Dwellers

It's going a busy week for me, but I'm going to try my hardest to still not blow off these posts. Also, coming soon to an Earth Day near you is my birthday (which means I'll be debuting my 20 things before 20 list on Thursday). 

I meant to talk about this on Saturday, but really wasn't in the right frame of mind to actually write. 

I met with my potential DnD group last Friday, and things went very well. They're awesome people and I enjoy DnD a lot. The problem I'm having is that I don't have a lot of spare time to add in another RPG. I'd love to play, but frankly my priorities lie with my guild and Freelancer group. Meaning that if I can reasonably be at home playing Freelancer, thats where I'll be. Also, I love Freelancer (partially because I've almost literally never met Sci Fi I don't like) and I'm quite attached to my character and the plot at this point. So, we'll see how this DnD thing pans out, especially since I'll probably only be in Pomona every other weekend. It should be interesting as I have to think about my character a little bit more from the beginning, as opposed to deciding Kori's personality months in. 

Also here a bit of a breakdown of the the player characters (in a very simplified way) so far in the DnD game:

A fighter raised by wolves

A rogue with a secret (me)

A gigolo bard 

A man-eater sorcerer 

And some sort of wizard (who I don't know as much about)

Hearing Things

Internet, if we're ever had any sort of conversation where my dorm comes up then you've probably heard me complain about the noise. That being said the actual walls of the dorm are pretty good about blocking most sound, when I complain its about the noise from the other side of the door, so more specifically the hall.

Well about 30 minutes ago I start hearing really faint music from the wall behind me. In order to emphasize how faint it was: it was so faint that if I didn't recognize a tune I wouldn't have heard it at all. So, in other words if I didn't recognize this particle tune, my mind would have written it off. Alright, so it's a tune I recognize-- well it only gets weirder from there. Once I started hearing it, it took awhile to convince myself I wasn't going completely crazy. I could only hear music itself even couple of minutes (with didn't add to that whole not-crazy thing) because of how quiet it was and it took a couple of times for me to place where I recognized it from:

Donnie Darko

And, aside from Mad World (which was not the tune I identified) there isn't anything that stands out on the soundtrack; its just orchestral type, soundtrack stuff, also generally not that loud. I listen to the soundtrack somewhat regularly which is how I can even place it at all. Okay. Donnie Darko. It turns out my neighbor is watching the movie and even though I can barely hear it I was able to place it. 

A little sad? Maybe, but at least I'm not going crazy.

Commentary, Sometimes Funny

I'm not in very bloggy mood today to really write something so here's something I wrote the bulk of last week at some point:

A word of caution to anyone that would be in the same room with me with a movie playing:

I love talking through movies. I can't help myself-- I should note that this applies mainly to movies I've seen or movies that suck. If I'm enjoying a movie that I haven't seen before I'll tend to keep quiet. I like to think that my various comments are funny, but really I'm afraid I'm actually annoying the rest of the group I'm watching the movie with. No one has specifically told me to shut up, so I'll keep assuming no one seriously minds, for the moment at least. And maybe, no one else notices and I'm just being insecure; everyone is laughing and not "shhhhsing" me, so logically I should assume that I'm simply over thinking this.

You would put me down softly if I wasn't funny, right Internet?

Yanowhat, don't answer that; I like denial.

Twinkin' Out

I was going to title today's post "Nerding Out," but that reminded me of Twinkin' Out from 8bit Theater ages ago so I'm going with this instead, because Red Mage is awesome.

As you may or may not know, I don't have class on Fridays. So, I've been in my dorm accomplishing almost nothing productive. I did watch Star Trek 7 today. It was on Hulu for some reason so I put it on.

Also since I'm joining up with some people here at school and trying to start a D&D group, my friend, Tim, linked this website to me that was different RPG and MMO "motivational" posters. Here's one of my personal favorites, for obvious reasons:

And I'll be meeting up with the group later tonight, so I'll let you know about that at a later date (tomorrow maybe).

Me Again

Now that the stories over it back to "regular" blogging, well at least I normal as I can actually be...

If there's one nice thing about having all of my lectures on Tuesday and Thursday, its that after a long Thursday my week's over. I still hate Thursday mind you, (Yeah thats right, Thursday, I'm not letting you off the hook this easily) but its nice that my weekend has know officially started. Now I can get over this cold and do a bunch of homework (doesn't that sound charming).

One nice perk of this weekend is that I'll be staying up in Pomona so I can actually get some work done. Since when I go home for the weekend I get absolutely nothing accomplished. And tomorrow I'll be meeting with my potential D&D group. Yay! I hope that that turns out.

Story Extravaganza: Wrap Up

Now that I've finished my story. I'm kinda sad that its over. It was a whole lot of fun. And I'm very, very pleased with all the stories (especially mine (I never said I wasn't biased)). I think everyday I wrote one of the stories  started the writing with no clue where the story would take me. And some days, like my conclusion, were tough. But I definitely enjoyed this and I hope that it also improved my writing abilities. Check out the other blogs if you haven't already. And, internet, I hope you enjoyed this little adventure from normal blogging.

Also on a different note, today marks my four-year anniversary of playing WoW. Which means Meyr turned 4, which in video game years is like 80 years old. Tell me I'm not a nerd?

Story Extravaganza: Part 5

 Yesterday each of the tandem stories will return to their original bloggers for a concluding paragraph, where I was supposed to write the conclusion. Since I had a physics lab to type up, I didn't have time to actually write mine last night and replace the placeholder post then. So with out further ado here is my finished adventure.


It was cold down on the surface. With the scientists still asleep, Jim Fozan was roused awake by the wind. He couldn't seem to adjust to the sound of the howling. He couldn't place why it upset him, but it didn't seem to phase the rest of the expedition. So, he wasn't about to start complaining, he did, however, miss the comfort of his bed. His bed and his wife. He missed her too; well, most of the time. She stayed on Terra. Ember had always hated the idea of space; he lived for space.
The rest of the expedition was largely a civilian group, aside from himself and Jones. All they were concerned with was that the Tablets were on this planet, after a century of research and the code had just been broken, it had to be here; they hoped at least. And they managed to convince the Government that this was indeed the case.
If he was supposed to protect these scientists, it'd be nice if they would actually listen.




The next morning, Fozan paced the extra chamber of the spaceship teporarily designated as the scientists' work room using every ounce of his strength to keep himself shaking some sense into Ferdinand Bemok, one of the leading scientists, an energetic and frail-looking man who apparently needed this expedition to earn his doctorate in xenoplanetary archaeology.
"So you're saying these tablets could literally be anywhere in the largest continent on this planet?"
"Yes"
"And this continent is thirty-million square miles of canyon, rainforrest and desert?"
"Yup"
"And it just so happens that there are about four trillion animal species living there with their own specialized ways of giving you an agonizing death."
"Affirmative."
"And we're just jumping in."
Ferdinand looked up from his stack of papers.
"You know, Foz,"
"Don't call me Foz."
"On the planet I come from, we have balls -- the men at least -- and because of those, we don't worry about a few obstacles, we leap over them. Like men."
"Look, we're not having this conversation because I'm worried about a fer gigantic poisonous rodents, sentient plants or the occasional hurricane-force wind, it's because we've been here for a week and you're only just now telling me how much you don't know. I have a good feeling there's more you're not telling me and keeping secrets from me can and will jeopardize the success of this mission and, you know, the future of your balls."
"Hey, man you're going to have to take that up with Dr. Fitzgerald, he's the archaeological supervisor. For all I know, he told you everything." The insincerity in his voice made Fozan's fingers involuntarily curl into fists. Before he could say more, Fozan heard the muffled sounds of an assistant screaming from the next room and Jones saying something about a stolen canole and calling someone a "pigfucker" or something to that effect.


"SEVEN! SEVEN TIMES I'VE TOLD THEM DON'T TOUCH MY FUCKIN CANOLE! YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DID SEVEN TIMES!?"
"They touched your canole?"
"NO! Well, yes, but not just touch it, they stole it. I'm tired of this job Fozan, we're just glorified security guards."
"Yeah, but they pay is great, and there are some pretty good opportunities here.'
"Fozan, you hate this place as much, if not more, than I do."
Fozan knew that Jones was right, to him this job really sucked. He was thinking to himself, what was Dr. Fitzgerald really after? These so called tablets had to have some special reasoning for them to be out in the hell hole called a planet. The mission briefing said that these tablets were crucial to learning about the history of the universe, but no-one could be this dedicated to the past. Even with the firepower they were packing, they could be killed without even knowing it.
"Jones, I think it's time we talked to Fitzgerald about this operation. Yes, I do mean talking the way we're used to."


12 meters. The hallway to Dr. Fitzgeralds office was 12 meters away. As the two man walk the hall a deep sense of foreboding entered Fozan's mind. It gave him chills the way it used to on Terra, when he had worked with the police. He used to call it his sixth sense, now some pompous doctor on Terra was calling it "Paranormal Detection and Interaction Syndrome."
"What a stupid name," he thought.
5 years he had been subject to test about this; 5 years to tell him what he had already know. That's why he had left in the first place. The feeling now however was much stronger than he had ever felt before. Some serious shit was going down and he needed to be ready. 8 meters. Jones had grabbed a pistol from the arms locker on B deck, and brought him a vest. Jones knew that his partner always carried a weapon, so there was no need to arouse the civis by getting him a bigger one. Jones was nervous, it wasn't like Fozan to rough up civis on a job like this, nromally he liked to play nice. Something was going on. Something big. 5 meters. The hallway was darker than it should of been. A lamp had been broken here during landing. The triangular corridor was lit by one long light on the left side of the floor. It cast strange shadows on the walls. Fozan's mind was scratching at the inside of his head, almost as if it wanted out. 2 meters. They looked at the door not 6 feet from them, and each thought about what they were going to do. Why was this so strange why did it bother them so much? Fozan's mind screamed as they approached the door, and then almost fell silent, as if brooding for the right time to start again. They pressed open. The door took what felt like a millennia to open. They stepped into the doctor's office. Fitzgerald looked at them both.
"Can I help you gentleman?" he said calmly, looking his eyes on a now sweating Fozan.
"Ya doc", Jones barked "Tell us what the hell is going on here. How much more do we not know?"
"I would be happy to, but first I need to make sure of something, Captain, would you kindly?" the doctor motioned to Fozan.
"What are..." Jones was interrupted by the feeling of Fozans gun touch the back of his head "Jim, what the hell are you doing?!?"
"What I tell him" Fitzgerald laughed, "Now I will tell you anything you want to know, but be careful what you ask, you might regret it."
Jones mind wandered, running plans, wondering his chances if he ran for it. 12 meters of straight hallway. Might as well be a pistol range. He would have to play this game, for now.


There was no way out. Whatever this guy was it wasn't human anymore. Maybe he was never human at all. This just wasn't his week; and it wasn't looking like it was about to get any better. At least he had a good fuck the night before. 
"Doc, the way I see it is that you only have two Marines left, me and Jim over here; the other ships never made it down here. And if what ever is on this planet is worth killing me over than it would help you to survive getting there." It was a start, Jones could feel the gun against his scalp slowly lowering. 
"If I wanted you dead I would have already done so. You see, I need you to stop poking around in my business and just do your jobs." something about Fitzgerald was unsettling. Jones stared, trying to displace the feeling of discomfort as he continued talking, "We've almost found the Tablets. Only one last dig and then we can all go home as heroes. No one will know what happened to the other ships or anything else that happened on this planet." he had it. It was his gold-rimmed glasses, they made his blue eyes appear twice as large and wholly four times as piercing. Fitzgerald looked at him unblinking. "Why is it that you think our ship is still intact while none of the others made it?"
"Dammit." a gun clattered to the floor. "Then-- this is Earth, isn't it?"
"Clever, clever Fos. You've all learned the histories about the old human empire. Imagine the power buried below our very feet. The Tablets were created to extend that history, they've already compiled EVERYTHING, we just have to find it. We could end the war and unite humanity again. To return to our former glory."
"And with that power they destroyed themselves. You can't repeat the past," Jones was horrified, as part of the Marine training they studied about Earth and the the Human Dominion. It's fall had started the wars over 2,000 years ago.
"Can't repeat the past? Why of course I can!" 


Do make sure to check out the other Bloggers for the conclusions to their stories.

Story Extravaganza: Part 4

These are starting to get long. Today's story comes from Marlon's Blog, and tomorrow it will be returning there. Which means, tomorrow I'll get to add the conclusion to my story.

I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave."Ever sit home and wonder to yourself--" I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. "if you had a gun to your head," I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave."what are the limits of what you would do and what you wouldn't?" I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave."Well I hope this was on your list of hypothetical scenarios" EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN IS A BLUR . I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave."Because we don't have a lot of time." I don't know what this person thinks; I'm nobody, I've never helped anyone with anything, I have no skills, I'm just a potato man.

How far am I willing to go? Will pulling the trigger help anyone, or will I remain just a potato man? Questions, I find myself asking myself so many questions and finding so little answers. Sometimes I don't even know who I am anymore. I hold this guns, as I have many times before. This time, this time will be different, this time I will know what the limit of what I would do. Death is just another beginning, but I just can't find the time to start. What are the limits of what I would do? I guess this is just beyond that limit. Why do I want to hold on to my life? Maybe I'm not meant for death, maybe today I can finally help someone, maybe today I will no longer be just a potato man.

I looked up from the diary, pondering the words that sat before me. These guys are fucked up. Seriously. I looked out across the landscape of Venus. It was a beautiful place, since the Dluzak corporation has teraformed it. The purple sky, was a decent shade, and the sky was clear. Sadly I still had to wear a breather. Two Champion class fighters flew over my head as I flicked my cigarette pack into the distance. The diary was found deep inside the relics of the third planet in the solar system. Those scientists, there crazy, they feel at one point the third planet may have not only been blue, but inhabited. The natural radiation levels, were now much to high to support life, but they are speculating now that thousands of years ago, there were people on that planet. That some kind of great cataclysms killed them all off. I focused back on the Diary and read on.

I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. There's a moment when you snap; when you realize that every moment is the same.  I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. What would you do to escape? What are the limits of what you would do and what you wouldn't?  I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. Maybe today I can finally help someone-- I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave-- to live and be more than a potato man.  I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. "if you had a gun to your head," I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN IS A BLUR. I wake up, I put on my overalls and hat, grab my sack of potatoes, and leave. BANG. I wake up.

Story Extravaganza: Part 3

Day 3 of story time. Today's story began it's life at Butter Side Up, and yesterday made a stop at the Admiral's Log. These are going to start to be pretty lengthy posts. And also here's the official schedule:

"Life isn't always fair" my parents would tell me, well you don't even have to be living anymore to be screwed over; my name is Derrick Safferfrack, and I've been dead for five years now. I guess to learn about the situation I'm in I should probably tell you how I got where I am now. Back when I had my own body I was led an underwhelming life. I worked from nine to five, and my "hobby" was to sit on the computer every night wishing there was more to life. Twenty-seven years of doing the least possible and hoping for more and in one day I was wishing I could have all of that back.

It was Autumn. And Thursday. I hated Thursdays. And honestly I hated Autumn. It was the calm before winter and the cool after the summer months. It was so... bland. It reminded me of myself. And I hated it for that. So on this particular Thursday, there was an accident. No I wasn't involved, but it would still change my life. Chilesia. That was her name and she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Or at least at Aunt Jemima High. I taught there, as she was a TA working on her teaching degree. She has the most lovely ebony skin and perfect hair. I loved her the day I met her. So the accident. One day while I worked at my computer (I spent most of my time playing Galaxy of Space Quest, even at work) I heard an explosion outside. It was Chilesia.... oh god.... Little did I know, that following this tragedy in less than 24 hours would be my own death....

Death itself was quick and uneventful by large; it was the afterward that I was unprepared for. You imagine heaven and hell, but it's something so grand by comparison there is no way to describe it. I was in what appeared to be a large and infinite warehouse, it was completely empty aside from the other dozen or so people near enough to see. The others were walking all in the same direction, almost as if they had somewhere they needed to go. I tried to walk over to the nearest. A woman--Chilesia! she would be here somewhere--but as I attempted to draw closer I was stopped. My mind flooded with the command and my body tensed. That's when I first met one of the Custodians. It appeared from the unending ceiling and it was a hovering robotic creation at seemed to be humanoid only it ended at the waist. It was holding a tablet or pad of sorts.

"You have been processed. Disturbance of the others cannot be tolerated. Return to your directive."

"No. Dammit! I have not been 'processed.' What's going on here?"

The bot slowed and swung back around to look at me. It looked from me to his pad and then back to me, before pecking at the pad's surface. 

"I am un-qualified to assess this. I am afraid that you do not exist."

To be continued tomorrow at The Thoughts of a Marlon. 

Story Extravaganza: Part 2

For today's story I will be adding to David's Story from over at Admiral's Log. The rest of the BEDA crew I have linked on over on the side bar. And my story will be continued on Marlon's Blog for today.

And this really is much tougher than I thought it would be.

Steven Blizsinski was a normal fellow. He lived a normal life in an everyday situation. Except when he went to Thermastelya. It was a magical place that was, sadly, inside one of Steven's socks. He had found it doing something rather uncouth with a sock and felt something oddly cold. When he looked he was pulled inside to this magic world. The odd thing was, everyone inside this world, everyone was an object that in the normal world was inanimate, like clothes or furniture. Steve's best friend from Thermastelya was a cardigan named Chuck. The two of them had a great adventures all the time. One day however that all changed...


Steven Blizsinski and Chuck where having a normal day in and everyday fashion. At first nothing was extraordinary in Thermastelya. The duo had just spent the afternoon sneaking into homes and unpairing Sock children, for this was the type of adventures that Steven Blizsinski and Chuck enjoyed the most. Afterwhich, they returned to Chuck's Drier, but something was off. Chuck started to sneeze. Steven Blizsinski had never seen a cardigan sneeze before, it never occurred to him that cardigan's had noses or eyes or even souls--this however was a magical world, and Steven Blizsinski sometimes failed to actually acknowledge this. And Chuck continued to sneeze, which struck him as odd as he didn't realize that he could sneeze either. Discovering the root of the problem Steven Blizsinski quickly realized that there was cat hairs on everything in the Drier. 

Story Extravaganza: Part 1

Today is my 50th blog post! 50! So, in honor of this occasion I'm starting, "Another Multipart Postacular Extravaganza."

That is that I'm joining in with the other BEDA bloggers to create a set of tandem stories. What this means is that today I will write a paragraph of a story, tomorrow my story will be continued on another blog until it goes through everyone and back to me (while I add a paragraph to each other story (I don't know what order these will move around or I would specify)), once my story returns here to Meyrific I'll write a conclusion to "my" story.


It was cold down on the surface. With the scientists still asleep, Jim Fozan was roused awake by the wind. He couldn't seem to adjust to the sound of the howling. He couldn't place why it upset him, but it didn't seem to phase the rest of the expedition. So, he wasn't about to start complaining, he did, however, miss the comfort of his bed. His bed and his wife. He missed her too; well, most of the time. She stayed on Terra. Ember had always hated the idea of space; he lived for space. 
The rest of the expedition was largely a civilian group, aside from himself and Jones. All they were concerned with was that the Tablets were on this planet, after a century of research and the code had just been broken, it had to be here; they hoped at least. And they mamaged to convience the Government that this was indeed the case. 
If he was supposed to protect these scientists, it'd be nice if they would actually listen.

It Must Be Thursday

"I could never get the hang of Thursdays"

Dear Thursday,

I hate you more than it is fathomable to hate another day (although Tuesdays come close). I wish you would die in a fire. I'm sure you understand.

Hugs and Kisses,
Elle

Gears

While I am a huge geek, I've never been a big gamer (yes, there is a difference).  The most gaming I do regularly is playing World of Warcraft, a lot... and for about 4 years now, (exactly, on the 14th). But I don't really play other games. Largely (I've been liking that word lately, I don't know why. It's not like it fun to say or anything. I digress.)  I don't play other games because I don't have access to them, as opposed to a disinterest.

So...
Last week I was visiting Rob (Elaron, my DM, and David's brother for those who don't know him) with my brother and ended up playing Xbox.  More specifically Gears of War 2. And let me tell you-- I absolutely suck at FPS games. Like hardcore, noobtastic suck like sparkly vampires. It was amusing to say he least. After a couple hours I was starting to get "not awful" though.

Memory Lane

One of my absolute favorite things to do is to reminisce. I love thinking and remembering about, well, just different, random anythings.

But, what makes this truly enjoyable is reminiscing with other people. When something they say makes you remember some spark you ave otherwise forgotten. When you and the other person can just go back an forth feeding off what the other person is able to remember. And maybe it's cause I naturally have a good memory, that I enjoy remembering things.

Which on a different train of thought: it's interesting looking back before you got to know someone. Like today, being my friend Kirsten's Birthday (or I'm really bad with dates and I hope you'll forgive me for getting the date wrong, and I do hope you're still reading!!!) so logically I was thinking about her, and how we met, almost four years ago.

Kirsten and I met through robotics. Even though I was a sophomore then I still felt really uncomfortable, because the majority of the media team was seniors or juniors I didn't know, and they seemed to have things figured out (even though most were also new to the team).  I think the first or second time we met as a subteam our advisor, Janet Wallace (who blogs over at Slice of Pink) gave out different projects (I don't remember what it was anymore) and put me and Kirsten on the same thing , and pretty much from that point we bonded, learned Photoshop and Macs together,  and were "Secret Lovers" and Bed Buddies. Although realistically Kirsten I'd imagine you would have been even more nervous/felt out of place than me those first couple of weeks, since you knew even fewer people on the team initially.

I LOVE you Kirsten!!!

Happy Birthday!

I Forget

Well, I had a good idea for a post for today, but I've completely forgotten it now. This is why I dislike when I get ideas while trying to fall asleep, because 90% of the time I'll forget it. Assuming it is  somethingI want to remember, yanow ever, then I have to get out of bed, turn on the lights and find a piece of paper to write it down. Maybe, I remember what I was going to say, since I'll have plenty of opportunities to post it this month.

Tomorrow, could be interesting for posting, since I have seven hours of class. Let's hope I can keep up BEDA, even with my insane schedule.

EARTHQUAKE!!1

Living in Southern California, you get used to earthquake. By, "used" I mean everybody still freaks out and changes their Facebook statuses as soon as its over. Maybe it's not panicking as much as its just trying to be the center of attention by having something significant to say. The problem with this is then that this earthquake could be felt in almost all of Southern Cali and was in the middle of the day. However, I will concede that when the ground starts shaking it doesn't matter how prepared you may be it weird and terrifying by its very nature; we assume that the earth is stationary when it behaves differently it shakes what we believe to be constant.

I don't know how regularly I'll be doing videos anymore, they take more time and effort than just writing. And realistically I feel like after only a couple of videos I am already just repeating myself. We'll see how that goes.

Continuum

 Generally I find that web-based flash games are boring. Or in the case of Facebook games, they're pointless and/or soul-stealing wastes of time.

However, I was just introduced to a flash game that I do enjoy.

Continuity

Basically, its a mixture of a platform and a puzzle game, also it pretty addictive. Anyone who's interested can play the game at their website.

In with yesterday's reviewing:
6 Meyrlings out of 6.

REview

One of the reasons I almost missed starting the BEDA challenge, was because I went home for the weekend. Once, I got back into Lancaster I ended up going to the movies with a group of friends.

So here's my foray into movie reviewing:

Clash of the Titans (3D)

Plot

Probably the weakest part of the movie is the pacing. The movie between the action sequences drags on. And was cliche  and predicable (I'm noting a very "Fellowship of the Rings" moment) or it didn't explain certain parts or people well enough (like how of the entirety of the Greek gods only two of them actually do anything in the movie).

Characters

The characters and the actor portrayals seemed to fit the tone of the movie. There was a couple of flaws. Firstly, other than the gods and the main character I didn't know any of the names of the characters. The second is that main female character seemed odd. Also, one point in the movie she comes in and kicks some serious ass, then about 4 seconds later is suddenly helpless (really, WTF movie?).

Visual

The movie itself and the graphics looked good. Stylistically the costumes and the general theme and style of the movie was very pleasing. My complaint for this category is the 3D. One: 3D glasses and normal glasses are not a great fashion statement. Coupled with the fact 3D movies make my head hurt. The biggest failing was that the 3D itself was kinda lame. It looked odd, things sunken into the screen looked good, but anything coming out of the screen didn't really work.

Audio

Can't complain here. The music worked. The actors' voices worked for their roles. And the way the Medusa fight sounded, may have been my favorite part of the film.

Overall

If you want to see it go for it, but save the money watch the 2D. I enjoyed most of the movie, it was somewhat dull between fight scenes, but it was by no means bad. It one of those movies that you rent and watch with a set of friends (especially if they don't mind you making commentary).

Score

4 Meyrlings out of 6

BEDA

Only the day before it started I learned about BEDA (Blog EveryDay in April). (Although I think officially for 2010 it's been moved to August.) I figured if David (The Admiral's Log) was going to basically start a blog to post everyday in April, then I could also throw in my attempt since I've been blogging half a year now. So, here we are.

So here are the rules you can expect to hold me to:
1. I will post one blog entry for everyday in April. Starting with this post, April 1st.
2. Each post must have at least three full sentences and be able to act as a legitimate post, I am however allowed to edit posts.
3. Each day post must be between Midnight and 11:59 PM PDT of each day.

While I normally hate April Fools: today has had some good Internet hoaxes. And that is fine my me. One of my biggest pet peeves, however, is probably mean-spirited practical jokes; or maybe I just don't enjoy ruining other people's days only for a cheap laugh. Also if you chck the WoW armory I make a smexy Tuskarr.

Original post sent from David's iPhone after almost failing on the first day (because between 7 hours of class, 2 hours in a car, and a movie: there isn't a lot of time left in the day)