Ok. I'll admit I've never played Vanguard, and I've only heard a bit about it, but after reading this review, I'm left... stunned.
Am I reading this right? Have the EQ developers learned nothing? Or did they arrogantly think that their original EQ formula was right?
Severe death penalties? Forced grouping? No instances for dungeons, meaning long camps?
Are you kidding me?
Friday, May 25, 2007
Got time?
I was just cruising around the web and I found this page of MMORPG games. The ratings are kinda interesting, but, goodness! It's not like there are just 3 to choose from! And look at all the ones in development!
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
I never wrote this, it was from a website I am on:
When I arrived at work yesterday I noticed one of my crew on the side of the building talking to a young lady. I thought nothing of it as it was still about 15 minutes before the shift started and honestly, the kid needs all the help he can get when it comes to social interaction.
When the shift started it dawned on me he hadn't shown up yet, but I let it ride, assuming he'd be in within the next minute or two; I try not to be too worked up about people showing up a few moments late.
Later on the personnel supervisor stopped in and poked his head in my office. "Why is Matt outside; is he off shift?" I glance at the clock; he's 40 minutes late and I know he's wearing a watch.
So I told the supervisor that the little runt knows when he's supposed to be at work and knows what time it is, and as I'm not his babysitter, he can come in when he's ready and deal with the consequences. Supervisor agrees and goes about his business. After about 10 minutes Matt finally comes in.
Supervisor: "You're late, almost an hour late."
Matt: "Sorry, I was a few blocks away getting some lunch and lost track of time."
S: "How could you be down the street when everyone knows you were standing on the side of the building talking to some girl?"
M: "Oh. Sorry. But I wasn't technically late."
S: "What do you mean?"
M: "Well, my bike was here when the shift started."
S: "What?"
M: "Yeah, at 2:30 my bike was already here, so I wasn't actually late, technically."
S: . . .
M: "So just dock me for the hour."
S: "Oh, you're docked, all right -- docked your job. Come pick up your last check tomorrow."
The moral of this story is that I'm just going to leave my car at work for the rest of the week and stay home. Hey, my car's there, right? So technically, I'm not failing to show up.
When the shift started it dawned on me he hadn't shown up yet, but I let it ride, assuming he'd be in within the next minute or two; I try not to be too worked up about people showing up a few moments late.
Later on the personnel supervisor stopped in and poked his head in my office. "Why is Matt outside; is he off shift?" I glance at the clock; he's 40 minutes late and I know he's wearing a watch.
So I told the supervisor that the little runt knows when he's supposed to be at work and knows what time it is, and as I'm not his babysitter, he can come in when he's ready and deal with the consequences. Supervisor agrees and goes about his business. After about 10 minutes Matt finally comes in.
Supervisor: "You're late, almost an hour late."
Matt: "Sorry, I was a few blocks away getting some lunch and lost track of time."
S: "How could you be down the street when everyone knows you were standing on the side of the building talking to some girl?"
M: "Oh. Sorry. But I wasn't technically late."
S: "What do you mean?"
M: "Well, my bike was here when the shift started."
S: "What?"
M: "Yeah, at 2:30 my bike was already here, so I wasn't actually late, technically."
S: . . .
M: "So just dock me for the hour."
S: "Oh, you're docked, all right -- docked your job. Come pick up your last check tomorrow."
The moral of this story is that I'm just going to leave my car at work for the rest of the week and stay home. Hey, my car's there, right? So technically, I'm not failing to show up.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Our "exciting" week
Monday I was at work and I received the message that Ken Bergwall, one of my gaming friends died. He was 47 and died of a heart attack. The night before he was gaming with two other friends, and the next day he was gone.
Wednesday I had an informal job interview, and I was told that when the position is determined they will email me the description and an offer to apply.
Friday was Ken's memorial service and Brenda's birthday, so it was both a good day and a depressing day. Brenda chose to go out to a makeup/spa party so I went to Tuscany for the boardgame night.
Saturday I worked on the garage door, the spring broke so it would not open. After I (and my neighbour Brian) fixed the garage door Brenda and I went out for supper and did a walk through of T&T Market. T&T Market is an Asian market 10 minutes by bike from our house...
We were planning on going out to a movie but Brenda had a nap instead.
Sunday we had our house broken into, they came in through the dog door in the garage and then came into the house via the garage door. This set off our house alarm, I woke up and ran downstairs. I had originally thought that the garage door was just not shut properly but I noticed that the front door was unlocked, then I called to Brenda and got her to hold the phone while I did a walkthrough in the house seeing if anyone was there. There wasn't. I never called the police because there was no real point to it. I went out the next morning to replace the bulb in the garage light and I ran into my other neighbour. She told me that someone had broken into their house and stole their X-Box (which was found on Brian's front lawn, wrapped in their daughter's housecoat) and their car (which was found in the NE). I told her that I would talk to the police when they came to get her statement. She also told me that two other houses were broken into.
When I talked to the police officer he told me everything that was taken was recovered, most of it found on front lawns. I was also the only one that could really give a time for all this to happen (4:41 AM), as I was the only one that had an alarm. I also told the police that there was a police car driving about the block about 5:00 AM as well. He came on at 6:00 AM so he never knew about the other police car.
How was your week?
Wednesday I had an informal job interview, and I was told that when the position is determined they will email me the description and an offer to apply.
Friday was Ken's memorial service and Brenda's birthday, so it was both a good day and a depressing day. Brenda chose to go out to a makeup/spa party so I went to Tuscany for the boardgame night.
Saturday I worked on the garage door, the spring broke so it would not open. After I (and my neighbour Brian) fixed the garage door Brenda and I went out for supper and did a walk through of T&T Market. T&T Market is an Asian market 10 minutes by bike from our house...
We were planning on going out to a movie but Brenda had a nap instead.
Sunday we had our house broken into, they came in through the dog door in the garage and then came into the house via the garage door. This set off our house alarm, I woke up and ran downstairs. I had originally thought that the garage door was just not shut properly but I noticed that the front door was unlocked, then I called to Brenda and got her to hold the phone while I did a walkthrough in the house seeing if anyone was there. There wasn't. I never called the police because there was no real point to it. I went out the next morning to replace the bulb in the garage light and I ran into my other neighbour. She told me that someone had broken into their house and stole their X-Box (which was found on Brian's front lawn, wrapped in their daughter's housecoat) and their car (which was found in the NE). I told her that I would talk to the police when they came to get her statement. She also told me that two other houses were broken into.
When I talked to the police officer he told me everything that was taken was recovered, most of it found on front lawns. I was also the only one that could really give a time for all this to happen (4:41 AM), as I was the only one that had an alarm. I also told the police that there was a police car driving about the block about 5:00 AM as well. He came on at 6:00 AM so he never knew about the other police car.
How was your week?
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
I have been feeling a little depressed lately
but then I got to watch some children's videos and was made nauseous
You can decide for yourself if this is the sort of things children should be taught.
Update:
The glare of the media may have gotten to Hamas. They may have realised that the people that do support their position may be turned off blatant anti-semiticism, so they are going to go back to a level of anti-semitism that can be easily explained away.
You can decide for yourself if this is the sort of things children should be taught.
Update:
The glare of the media may have gotten to Hamas. They may have realised that the people that do support their position may be turned off blatant anti-semiticism, so they are going to go back to a level of anti-semitism that can be easily explained away.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
This was taken from the Strategy Page, a military opinion and news web site.
Italy is taking a lot of heat for the way they pressured the Afghan government to release five captured Taliban, in order to get an Italian journalist released from Taliban captivity last month. In response, the Italians are calling for international guidelines, supervised by the UN, on how to deal with these hostage situations. This is seen as another cynical move by the Italians, who have long been willing to make deals with terrorists, as long as it was in Italys interest.
The recent Italian effort in this area has resulted in two French citizens and at least twelve Afghans being kidnapped. The Afghan government has already said it will not repeat the mistake it made in dealing with the Italians. So the new bunch of captives are in danger of being killed, since the Taliban generally don’t release captives when the ransom demanded is not forthcoming. The Taliban also have their standards.
The recriminations and finger-pointing in Italy has revealed that the government paid a $2 million ransom for another Italian reported kidnapped in Afghanistan last year. That buys a lot of hired guns, and gets a lot of Afghan and NATO troops killed. But the Italians don’t care. The Italians know full well that the best policy is no ransom, no negotiation, and go after the kidnappers. But this is politically unacceptable in Italy, where many leftists are sympathetic to the Taliban, and don’t support using force against them. As the old saying goes, all politics is local.
So let me get this straight, Italy is paying the terrorists for it's citizens? At least we now know where they are getting the money to kill our troops from, our fucking "allies"! When the next Canadian soldier dies in Afghanistan, start looking at where the money for the IED or the bullets came from, they came from Italy, our NATO ally.
When the French nationals die because France refuses to negotiate, their deaths will be Italy's fault.
Italy is taking a lot of heat for the way they pressured the Afghan government to release five captured Taliban, in order to get an Italian journalist released from Taliban captivity last month. In response, the Italians are calling for international guidelines, supervised by the UN, on how to deal with these hostage situations. This is seen as another cynical move by the Italians, who have long been willing to make deals with terrorists, as long as it was in Italys interest.
The recent Italian effort in this area has resulted in two French citizens and at least twelve Afghans being kidnapped. The Afghan government has already said it will not repeat the mistake it made in dealing with the Italians. So the new bunch of captives are in danger of being killed, since the Taliban generally don’t release captives when the ransom demanded is not forthcoming. The Taliban also have their standards.
The recriminations and finger-pointing in Italy has revealed that the government paid a $2 million ransom for another Italian reported kidnapped in Afghanistan last year. That buys a lot of hired guns, and gets a lot of Afghan and NATO troops killed. But the Italians don’t care. The Italians know full well that the best policy is no ransom, no negotiation, and go after the kidnappers. But this is politically unacceptable in Italy, where many leftists are sympathetic to the Taliban, and don’t support using force against them. As the old saying goes, all politics is local.
So let me get this straight, Italy is paying the terrorists for it's citizens? At least we now know where they are getting the money to kill our troops from, our fucking "allies"! When the next Canadian soldier dies in Afghanistan, start looking at where the money for the IED or the bullets came from, they came from Italy, our NATO ally.
When the French nationals die because France refuses to negotiate, their deaths will be Italy's fault.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Love, Death and the American Guitar
I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.I was barely 17 and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,but i do remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do remember that it wasn't at all easy.
It required the perfect combination of the right powerchords and the precise angle
from which to strike.
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was
ooh...
dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red!
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and it rung out beautifully ,
and I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before.
So I took my guitar and I smashed it against the wall!!
I smashed it against the floor!!
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader!!
I smashed it against the hood of a car
I smashed it agianst a 1981-Harley Davidson...
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat!
I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
slowly I opened the door creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of the bed
I raised my guitar high above my head and just as I was
about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
my father woke up screaming:
"stop...wait a minute..stop it,boy"
"what do you think you're doing???
That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument"
And I said "god damn it, daddy!!!You know I love you....."
"BUT YOU GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL!!!!!"
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.I was barely 17 and I once killed a boy with a fender guitar.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster,but i do remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel.
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do remember that it wasn't at all easy.
It required the perfect combination of the right powerchords and the precise angle
from which to strike.
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was
ooh...
dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red!
The guitar bled for about a week afterwards and it rung out beautifully ,
and I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before.
So I took my guitar and I smashed it against the wall!!
I smashed it against the floor!!
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader!!
I smashed it against the hood of a car
I smashed it agianst a 1981-Harley Davidson...
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat!
I ran up the stairs to my parents bedroom
Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
slowly I opened the door creeping in the shadows right up to the foot of the bed
I raised my guitar high above my head and just as I was
about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed
my father woke up screaming:
"stop...wait a minute..stop it,boy"
"what do you think you're doing???
That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument"
And I said "god damn it, daddy!!!You know I love you....."
"BUT YOU GOT A HELL OF A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL!!!!!"
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