I've been feeling the urge to write here for a while but I haven't had my own computer available to do so (still don't). Think Karl's computer will have to do since the problem doesn't appear to have a resolution anytime soon. I have so much to reflect on.

The new place: We finally get here and believe me, I was really excited in the beginning. It's bigger than where we lived before and it's much more energy efficient. Karl and I used to joke that our last place was held together with staples. That's how easily your air conditioned air seeped out and more unfortunately, your heat in the winter. Things are just too weird for me here though. I feel cut off from life. One entrance guarded by heat packing MP officers and a 15 foot razor wired re-inforced fence surrounding you will do that I guess. It's a nightmare to have guests come over. I could swear there was paranormal activity happening around me here as well of an ET type but Karl and my Mom both just think I'm stressed and inducing hallucinations or something. I have also come to the realization that a fear I had when I was younger of planes crashing into my house or dropping bombs on me (too much TV I'm guessing) is rearing it's ugly head once again. I live an arm's reach from an air force base and am forced to endure the painfully loud noises and vibrations from military jets, planes, and helicopters on an hourly basis now. I feel like a nervous animal. If I had fur, it would be standing on end constantly.

Something to get my mind off things: We aquired a very "sweet" piece of technology. We were told "It would be a crime not to use those gigantic pure white walls for a projector" and we certainly didn't want to be offenders of this law. Yikes, what a lame remark... but it doesn't matter, because this projector is so awesomely awesome that Brice has pretty much parked his X-box and rock band equipment here. Every weekend (occasionally week day) "Pump Action Jorge" (jorge = whore-hey) gets together and rocks the fuck out of this joint. None of us are really tied to one particular instrument but this is the primary line-up USUALLY... [Karl->Del Fuego->Lead Guitar/Drums/Bass] [Brice->London Brown->Lead Vocals/Drums/Lead Guitar/Bass] [Cameron->X Saint Roland->Drums/Lead Guitar/Lead Vocals] [Konni->Kikyo->Bass/Lead Vocals] Our characters on the game look absolutely ridiculous but so fucking kewl. Cameron's dude has a steam punk/post apocolyptic mad max kind of theme going. Karl's dude "Del Fuego" is this red headed spaniard dressed in white PVC from head to toe (complete with a white cape) and a black zoro mask. Brice's dude has a matrix theme going. And my chick is probably the most normal looking of the four. She's a pretty average looking goth chick wearing lots of pink but she has a mace! Not the mace guitar but an actual mace attached to her skirt-thing. I just can't even begin to tell you what joy it brings me to rock out on that game with these guys but I think that fact that I took the time to describe the characters should say enough. Aside from Rock Band there has been mucho Oblivion, Silent Hill Homecoming, Dead Space, and Castle Crashers. We're all really looking forward to Fallout 3. We've already planned to bunk up here and play non-stop until somebody passes out from sheer exhaustion. Wrath of the Lich King will be out in early November as well (I'm already warming up to the new content from the new patch on my rogue "Samelli") and then Sims 3 in February. A lot of good gameage to look forward to and it's all just what I needed to help me chill the fuck out about the crazy shit that happens outside in the immediate area of where I live.

Other random things and a rant: Karl, Cameron, Brice, and I all went to Primitive Fear (haunted house) to kick off October and it was pretty damn good. A week later we hit up 13th Street Manor and Sarah accompied us this time. It was even better than PF and we had a blast just getting freaked the hell out and I screamed so much my wind pipe was on fire. It was good times.

ACME (the place Karl works for) had an end of the summer "Dinner" party for all the employees and some guests so we scurried off to that last weekend. I thought I had polished table/dinner etiquette but these boys play hard ball and I realized that in the world of a class higher than I would ever consider venturing into, I don't know shit. It was a really fancy party (like I've only ever seen in movies). My blunders, well let me explain them. When we walked in I went straight for the wine. Turns out (even though only one server bothered to ask me) everyone thought Karl was robbing the cradle and I was kid there sampling the alcohol and being a deliquent. When the first of five courses arrived at our table, I was completely unprepared and the server "tsked" as she placed my napkin in my lap for me. God forbid. First course was double shrimp scampi and I jerked em up with my hands and ate em in two bites. Everyone else was taking their sweet ass time and cutting the shrimp with their knives using some special fork. Next course was salad with goat cheese. I picked up all the cheese with my fingers and shoveled it in my mouth. Nevermind the salad fork or taking my time. Another course of some type of frozen yogurt came and then the main course, filet minon. It was so raw I imagined as I ate it that it was a fresh kill from a hunting expedition and it was only warm from being shoved in a meat satchel. Honestly, the things rich people eat and drink are repulsive. The raw bloody meat, the things they consider an edible vegetable, and the red wine that tastes like ass juice from a rotten corpse with add alcohol. It was all too much for me. The desert was great but I had no idea what the hell it was. I tasted sugar. That was enough for me. I just know I made a fool of myself. I tried but my manners were way off. I observed enough sideways glances to know the way I was eating and drinking was less than satisfactory to most of the people there. I bet every one of those snobs votes McCain Palin. They deserve their bloody meat and ass juice. On the plus side, Karl made a sweet little speech, got a nice applause, and went home with a 22 inch HD computer moniter/TV. Flat panel even. I should probably be more humble toward this crowd of people. They may be flying Karl to Japan early next year, and that inevitably means myself as well. These corpse-butt sucking republicans could make my dreams come true. Who'da thunk it?

Now I propose an experiment. Knock a couple of your teeth out, don't shower for a year, shoot up enough heroin to get some infected track marks in your arms, and approach a wholesome family and try to sell them crack and offer your scabbed up genitals for some 5$ oral. Now guage their reaction. Compare this reaction to the one you would receive by brining up the fact that you play World of Warcraft in a conversation with seemingly down to earth fellow gamer geeks. The similarity is so puzzling. Why? Because they are nearly identicle. You wanna know what REALLY chaps my ass about it though? The same people who condemn Karl and I for playing WoW are basing their judgment of the game off heresay. They've never even played it. :O

....Just soak that in for a second. Eric and Brice both have actually gotten steaming angry at Karl for inviting them to play some couch commando WoW. Just friends leveling as noobs for fun. It's fucking ridiculous the bullshit that spews from their mouths about WoW. Somewhere, someone said WoW sucked and they told their friends, and they told their friend, and they told friends.. and so on. Now you have this widespread WoW bashing society and not a single member even knows if half of what they're saying is true. And when we correct Eric and Brice they just say "Well still.. fuck that game." Don't get me wrong, I love these guys.. but son of a bitch. If you choose not to experience something in your life that's fine but if you've NEVER tried it, don't try to defend your reason for not trying it with lies. Just say "I don't wanna. And I don't know why." I even catch myself doing it with movies sometimes. "Want to go see such and such?" -> "No, it's shitty."... Nooooo.. what I meant was "Someone said it was shitty and I'm just being a sheep. Baaahhhh." And I try to take a step back when I do that. Try to remember how many times someone told me something would suck and I ended up loving it, or someone said something was good and I hated it. Eric is deathly afraid of all MMOs now because of his EQ troubles but he still tries to bash WoW with bullshit. It's just mouth diarhea. Brice is convinced that all the people in WoW are retarded little 12 year old boys. Well I have to say, I've encountered more immaturity online on the x-box in just a few weeks than in all my years of playing WoW. Not to mention, if you don't want to deal with it on WoW the times you might encounter it, it's much easier to get away from it. I just wish people weren't such WoW hate mongers. WoW is a huge part of Karl and I. They get to talk about the games they play but it seems we now have to take a vow of secrecy, lest we be treated like we're some street corner drug dealers trying to force dirty diseased sex and drugs on people.

I'm probably leaving some important information out but I'm getting too tired to think straight now and I need to squeeze some cartoons in before bed. Write atcha later.

Edit: Forgive any typos. Will fix em later if their bad enough.