Oops, I must have toggled my /kickme flag...

Last night, I was toodling through the Fields of Fornost, just doing some grinding and hoping to find some Oathbreakers I could pummel looking for my Metalsmithing "Ancient Seal" drop. There was a Gold Ore node just ahead, so I took on the critter (4 levels above me) guarding it. After a solid minute of fighting, critter gives up the ghost, I turn towards the ore node, and watch as some Champion comes flitting in and snags the ore. Cool.

So I continue my plight, gathering hides, looking for Oathbreakers. Then I spy someone in trouble, being chased by a big angry bear (was red to me, not sure of the level). He turns straight towards me, and trys to train his mob onto me without so much as a "Sorry" or "Sucks to be you". Luckily this bear didn't have a taste for Dwarf and I got away unscathed.

Finally, after whooping on another beast four levels above me for a minute or so, a helpful Hunter meanders by, apparently doesn't notice I still have at least 60% of my Morale, and helpfully one-shots my mob to death. I'm not too bothered by this, as the guy was just trying to be helpful (a lot better playstyle than my previous two buddies), but the experience reward dropped from 208 to 76 for my 1-minute-plus long fight due to that single shot. Ah well...

So, it just wasn't my night. I scrambled back over to the Provisioner NPC on the west side of the area, sold off my junk (broke 500 silver for the first time), repaired, and called it a night.

Are you living a secret double-life?

While digging through the mailbox on my 38 Gnome Mage, Gnobby, I spied a familiar name hovering over an unfamiliar face. Smile for the camera buddy! Or /dance! ... Wait, that's kind of creepy...

What do they feed those gazelles in the Barrens?

While running around the Barrens with Dotrot (my level 17 Undead Warlock), I spied what I suspected was a taco-eating gazelle! Who pulled his finger??

My first Cow-Tipping expedition

So it was Saturday night at the Petro truckstop in Knoxville, TN. Great connection on the wireless, so I had Ventrilo running and was having a good hangout with my fellow Kindred Spirits. Tirron was nearly to level 40, but I was a little tired of the grind, so out came Edrow and I followed Gweedo to Bloodhoof Village for some shinanigans.

The next hour or so was spent cackling hysterically as I nuked everything my Starfire could 1-shot. Yeah, kind of a jerk thing to do, waiting for a Tauren player to approach the quest NPC before burning the poor NPC down, but somebody had to step up to the plate. Eventually Gweedo headed to Thunder Bluff for bigger and better things (you really should read that, great post) and I headed off to get Tirron logged on and buy his mount before sacking out around 2am.

More later, Safety Man just called me. Time for a random drug test.

No expiration date on Blogger accounts?

It would seem so, as this is the first time in nearly two years I've logged into the account. How lucky the world is to have not lost this resource...

Just reading back over the old posts, Nascar still sucks, Bobbie was back on drugs (drug addicts never change, so if you have one pestering your life, cut them loose and don't look back), and I now live my life through the windshield of my truck and the viewport into Azeroth.

I'm still a loser.

No post in a while...

but who cares?

Anyway, NASCAR sucks. But the races kick arse. Go Junior! and Go Tony!

Check my music out at http://last.fm/user/flugh/

Mortality. Irony. Final Destination?

So, we all swore she would die in a horrible car accident that involved her driving after a bottle or two of vodka. Or maybe she'd be found face down behind a crackhouse in Baltimore. But no, she didn't end up like we all thought...

After a hell-bent-for-destruction life, Bobbie managed to clean her life up for a year or so. Then a friend offered some ill-thought pills for a backache. Bobbie took one (a methedone pill), fell asleep, and never woke up. Not nearly as dramatic as the crack smoking that caused her so many adventures in her life. But it turns out there really was a decent soul beneath the skin of the crackhead alcoholic she appeared to be. It's comforting to know now. I don't feel as deceived by her as I once did.

One of her last hand-written journal entries read "what if you die and it doesn't matter?". Guess she knows the answer now. And we probably aren't nearly as far behind as we'd like to think...

Here's to you Bobbie Joe. Rest In Peace 'hon...

But yet...

I still drive on. Sick. Tired. I have circles under my eyes that my high school geometry teacher (cheers to Mr. Bob Bloom!) couldn't even draw. This world sure is lucky to have me in it.

Hmm... maybe it was all those burritos?

Burritos

I have sunk to a new low. I went to Dollar General Saturday and bought an entire case of frozen burritos (ok, it was only 12, but still...).

That's a lot of burritos.

What's worse is, this is the only thing I can think of to post.

New addition to the family

Today, I bid a fond farewell to my 2003 S-10 LS 4x4 Crew Cab. It gave me about 30,100 miles of loyal service, for which I am thankful. But today is a new day...

I just parked my 2005 Chevy Silverado LS Crew Cab in the driveway, and it sure looks good! Black exterior with gray interior, polished steel wheels, chrome nerfbars, and a handsome devil behind the wheel. Ah yes, a 5.3 liter v8 that says "It's ok Jim, I'll take the load off for you. Just enjoy the ride.". Sweet, sweet, sweet. I am truly blessed to be able to afford such a ride. I can't wait to drive to work tomorrow! :-)

I'd like to send condolences out to Don Geronimo of the Don & Mike Radio Show in Washington, DC. Don's wife, Frita, died in a car accident Sunday. It's amazing that how after listening to a radio show for years (first heard them back around 1996), that I feel like someone in my own family has been lost. So best wishes and heart-felt sympathies go out to both families, and the crew at the Don & Mike Radio Show.

I like beating up on myself...

I am Jim.

My life consists of groveling beneath the feet of my employer, putting in more effort than those around me getting paid ... about the same, maybe a little more, but working a lot more, because I strive for the infrequent pat on the back that says "You made me money today boy, keep it up!".

But hey, that makes me happy! In a dull, unfulfilling sort of way...

I am Jim, hear me roar!

FIRST POST!!

Woohoo!! It's like Slashdot, but more beer.

I spelled 'hear' incorrectly. Proof that Blogger accounts should be armed with breathalyzers.