More Carnage! More Prizes! I LIKE IT!

June 29, 2005

Mood: In it to win it, baby.
Music: Accidents Will Happen, Elvis Costello
Game: World of Warcraft, Call of Duty, Forza, Planetside.
Book: Fearful Warriors, Ralph K. White
Muffin: Blackberry-Peach.
Punchline: “What the fuck does he need a sheetrocker for?”

I’ve decided to put the mood line back in the status lines up top because archivally, I want to know what my mood was when I re-read my life.

Last night was more Forza madness. I think I’m getting a little better…but not much. My problem, as I imagine the fundamental challenge is in racing games, is consistency. I can’t seem to ever run the same laps the same way. While I might have a pretty good lap, I certainly can’t maintain that pace or whatever.

It’s a single error that will totally screw your lap times…and when you’re playing against machines like Wifey, Phyxie, and Frag, that’s a mess of time you won’t be getting back.

I’m still enjoying it, so there’s that.

Last week we completely slaughtered the challengers during the CoD match. We had played Rx before, and beaten them, and while it wasn’t particularly close for the final, the initial round was pretty close. I guess they figured that we were an easy target, that we somehow got lucky last time…and ended up being very, very wrong.

We owned them from the first shot fired to the last radio capped. And they felt it. There was no sticking around to congratulate, no “good games.” Plain humiliation. They couldn’t withstand the coordination. Our aim was no better or worse…but our tactics, communication, and coordination were FAR superior. I could sense their frustration towards the middle of the first round…and by the middle of the second round, it was plain obvious that they had come apart at the seams.

While they were getting more tense, less coordinated, and killed more frequently, we were getting looser, tighter, and simply killing them at will. The joking started happening, the attempts at pistolwhipping instead of killing, and the discipline loosened up…but it was far too late for them at that point.

In spite of the fact that we don’t really practice, we really are very good. It has to do with our basic skills, our willingness to die to remove a thread, and our tactical attitude. We know the game is about the radio. The rest just doesn’t matter.

Also interesting, I’m sort of getting back into World of Warcraft. I played my alt a lot last weekend, and this weekend, I think I’ll play more of my rogue. I’d like to get instancing again, and because a bunch of people (some of whom I didn’t really get along with for a variety of reasons) left the guild. The leaner, happier guild is probably going to be a lot more fun to play with.

It is the 4th of July this weekend…which means it’s almost time for my now famous summer sorbet party. If you’d like an invite, just let me know! Over a dozen yummy sorbet flavors, lots of laughs, and the chance to hang out in Brooklyn!

I’ll try to post more…but working in the same room as my boss has definitely put a damper on my ability to slack…..

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Slacking.

June 26, 2005

Music: None
Game: World of Warcraft, Call of Duty, Forza, Planetside.
Book: The Lost Art of War, Sun Tzu II, Cleary Translation.
Muffin: No muffin…it’s Sunday night.
Punchline: None.

Is it me…or has everyone who has a blog just stopped updating on any sort of schedule?

I guess summer rips whatever motivation you have to sit down and write right out of your head.

I was updating because I found this kinda neato mood thingie that I think I’m gonna use on the blog. Tell me whatcha think! I placed it on the left nav instead of in the body. I think I like it there better.

I wish I had a Stella D’Oro Swiss Fudge Cookie. But I don’t. So I remain cookieless.

And now…time to get into bed.

Night all.


Skip a day, wreck a car.

June 22, 2005

Mood: Still vaguely sick.
Music: None.
Game: World of Warcraft, Call of Duty, Forza, Planetside.
Book: The Lost Art of War, Sun Tzu II, Cleary Translation.
Muffin: None…wasn’t in the mood.
Punchline: None.

I know, I know. I just haven’t felt like writing much.

Yesterday was Forza racing night with the gang I used to XBox Live with. I, of course, was a menace on the track, being perfectly good at wrecking my own car, and finishing dead last.

Anyway, I’m kind of busy today…but I wanted to know that I was thinking of you all. Sorta.

More tomorrow, if I’m not completely slammed again at work.


Out with the new, in with the old…

June 20, 2005

Mood: Still Sick.
Music: None.
Game: World of Warcraft, Call of Duty, Forza, Planetside.
Book: The Lost Art of War, Sun Tzu II, Cleary Translation.
Muffin: Raspberry-Sweet Plum.
Punchline: None.

OK…it doesn’t happen often, but sometimes, there’s a real drought in games. Yes, new games get released every week…but most games are trite rehashes or patently utter crap.

Then again, summer isn’t exactly well known for game releases. People spend more time outside than inside playing games. There’s no major gift giving holidays. And if you’re waiting until July/August, you might as well hold out for November. Give you a few months more hype, and the joy of the holiday purchasing frenzy.

But here’s the deal: Lately, I’ve been more into the “Jump in and play” mode, rather than the “Plan my game day” mode. Which means I’m far better suited to first person shooters and racing games than role playing games.

I rented Forza from Gamefly…and found that I really like it. Turns out that all the fellas I used to Live! game with are into it in a big way…so I bought it.

Let me be the first to state this for the record: I patently SUCK at racing games…especially driving games. I think it’s because I have no finesse with a controller. The accelerator is either not down, or stuck against the floor boards. The brake is binary for me…not analog. So all the feathery fine control schemas and tactics? Lost on me entirely. Point me in a direction, and pull the trigger.

But largely, my gaming experience is social. I find myself playing solo games less and less. The last one I tried, Jade Empires, held my attention for about 6 hours. I can’t do it. I need socialization and some real competition.

So I’ve been enjoying it anyway. I’m really enjoying designing the paint schemes on the cars as well. I’m not any good at that, either…but it IS fun.

The fellas have also picked up Planetside again. It’s definitely a fun game. Run and gun, some tactics, and getting to be the space commando you always wanted to be. Death is an annoyance, but not terribly so…although the frustration of being killed 30 times in a row with a chaingun is still there. Whatever…it’s something new/old.

Drama check:

Lastly, yesterday, something vaguely disturbing happened. I was messing about with Forza, because I wanted to practice a bit before getting slaughtered on Tuesday at Jay’s weekly race. I invited a few people on my friends list, and no one responded. Figured they were all in their own world, whatever.

So I race a bit by myself, then check my friends list again. Seems that Vitamin B and Keg O War are racing, and I can join them. So I do. Just in time to hear Vitamin B say “I’m gonna go invisible for a while. Justicar invited me to play. I didn’t even know I still had him on my friends list. I definitely don’t ever want to play with him.” They talked a bit more…had no idea I was there. Didn’t want to interrupt, so I left the room…kinda shocked.

Now…I don’t really know Vitamin B. He’s a friend of a friend kind of thing. But I’ll be good and goddamned if I know what I did or said to him to make him say something like that to someone else “behind my back.” I have to admit that it bothered me a lot.

I don’t need everyone to like me. Heck, I don’t like a bunch of people myself. But I don’t go hiding from those people…and I don’t say things like that to mutual friends of theirs. Hell, I never met the guy…never even had a conversation with him. No idea what his issue is. But, depending on my mood, I might just ask him on Tuesday at the race.

Because, you know, he never wants to play with me again. Maybe he’ll get his wish.


Ow.

June 17, 2005

Mood: Sick.
Music: Goodnight Moon, Shivaree.
Game: World of Warcraft, Call of Duty, Guild Wars, Forza.
Book: The Lost Art of War, Sun Tzu II, Cleary Translation.
Muffin: Blueberry-Sweet Plum.
Punchline: None.

My face feels like it’s filled with lead. There’s actual pressure at my cheekbones, and my nose is clogged completely.

At work anyway. Can’t miss much more…need to save the vacation days.

Migrating data to the new fileserver. The new fileserver kicks much ass. Dual processor, hot swappable SCSI drives in a RAID 5 array, dual redundant power supplies, redundant memory (!), and dual Gigabit ethernet ports. Rocks solid. Sounds like a Harrier taking off when it starts up.

Had to rebuild the security model, file structure, etc etc etc.

Boring, yet strangely satisfying to organize that much data…and secure it properly.

Supposed to be going to see Batman tonight…if my face doesn’t explode before then….


And then, the blare of the trumpets of Victory

June 16, 2005

Mood: Still sick…yet victorious.
Music: The loud turbine hum of computer fans and the roar of the air conditioner.
Game: World of Warcraft, Call of Duty, Guild Wars, Forza.
Book: The Lost Art of War, Sun Tzu II, Cleary Translation.
Muffin: None…haven’t left the house.
Punchline: None.

Since I had some time today, I upgraded and tweaked the blog engine.

And now…registered commenting works!

No more blog spam!

Take that you fools!

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Man down!

June 16, 2005

Mood: Sick.
Music: The loud turbine hum of computer fans.
Game: World of Warcraft, Call of Duty, Guild Wars, Forza.
Book: The Lost Art of War, Sun Tzu II, Cleary Translation.
Muffin: None…haven’t left the house.
Punchline: None.

Woke up this morning with my chest feeling like an elephant was sitting on it, and my head was filled with goo.

One of my bosses has been walking around with this really horrific sounding cough…and me with the bullshit constitution I’ve had lately, scooped up all those fabulous germs and incubated my own little colony.

I knew I was getting sick a few days ago. My throat was scratchy, and I was feeling kinda achy…not for any particular reason, and then I knew it was coming.

I’ve been producing wonderful amounts of stuff from my lungs and sinuses. If you have any use for it, please let me know. I feel like I could make a killing in the market right now.

So, I will be at home, in sweats, under a blanket, sleeping after I do the dishes and take out the garbage.

Please feel free to send chicken soup.