Alright, so I hadn't thought of making a post here for a while. Well, passing thoughts and the like, but never thought to devote any time or mental resources for it. But here I am with a bit of time to kill before I force myself out for a nap. Trying to destroy my regular sleep schedule so I can sleep decently at night for once and wake up energized enough to survive the ren fair tomorrow. And after noticing MeMe's recent post, I said "why not." Actually, mildly astonished by myself for not falling into Warcraft or Fallout to spend the next two or so hours. I've found a happy medium between the two; enough to level my characters on warcraft at a decent rate, and to enjoy myself whilst decapitating supermutants on fallout.

Video games aside, I've been playing with multiple obsessions, as is my usual standard. Towards the beginning of the year, a friend of mine approached me asking if I'd ever heard of steampunk. I was genuinly vexed as I hadn't heard the term before, but as he described it I came to realize the style depicted alot of my favorite games and many of my independant story ideas. For anyone unaware of this style of fashion and whatnot, go look it up, tis complete badass-ness. The standard idea of it is victorian era clothing modified with technology; though the level of technology is oddly strict. It's mostly industrial revolution level technology, but I've seen alot of it branch out into more fantastic ideas that are on par with modern technology, but it's of course stylized like revolution era inventions. Cogs, sprockets, gear, and all the glorious tinkering mechanisms. So, I've been on and off again about this stuff all year, at first when the friend brought it up and showed me these cool goggles made by Panzer Kitty that're done in the steampunk style, and he starts talking about a pair of stilts he found online that someone had made in the steampunk way of things. Here recently, it's come back up since I've been on x-box live and they launched an update for the avatar accessories and it included several items that appeal to the steampunk vision. And just earlier this week, Mahsa sent me an invite over facebook to join a group that supports her bellydancing troupe, and found that they were planning a steampunk style exhibition. Thus, I've been scouring everything I can find that would fit into all this, and I find that my job has a massive amount of brass or copper gears and whatnot. So, I'm determined to find out the vendor who sells them to our company and see if I can get a hold of a small batch for "civilian" purposes.

My plan is to modify a highwayman coat I have for my vampire costume this halloween. And it amuses me to think of the end results as a "skywayman" coat. Naturally, my mind has delved into this idea of a steampunk world and I've become compelled to create and write something out for it. Unfortunately, like most of my "brilliant" musings, it'll probably get lost along my way to finding time to write. Never-the-less, it's a beautiful idea and I'll probably have it staining my braincells for a good long while.

BTW: I'm on my pandora station at the moment, so tis where I'm getting "What I'm currently listenting to"

Alright, so it's been a while since I've posted something. I get the occasional urge to hope on and rant about something as stuff happens, but until now I've not had the time or will really to sit down and type it out. There are things part of me wants to mention that've happened since my last post, some of the stuff that would have compelled me to post as it came up, but now I'm only posting for one thing.

Sometime I feel a bit disgusted or annoyed with myself. It seems lately that I'm stuck on the women who I might've had a chance with, if they were still single and whatnot. It's a confliction really. I like them, and know they at least partially return the sentiment, so I flirt. Harmless enough in thought, just something to show how I feel and that I've not given up really; but it gets out of hand quickly. It feels like I go from sweet and playful to flat out deviant sometimes. So part of me worries that I might be making more animousity than amiability. In one case, I think it got to the point where I was flat out annoying them, so I've slacked off and tried to quell the feeling there. At the very least, I've tamed it so that I can't act like a raging perv. With the other though, I get comments about how "naughty" I'm acting, but so far as she says, it's not a bad thing. My natural paranoia kills me though, so I dunno what to do. It comes off as such a sexual thing sometimes, but I'm more mentally/emotionally attracted than just physical. I think she's hot, but I like her more how she acts and is than how she looks. So all that get congested and the only way I've been expressing it is through my "naughty-ness." Thus, I'm lost; not quite sure how to express the rest of things without coming off like a big love-sick weirdo. All I know is, I'm going to try and leave the one alone as far as flirting goes, so nothing get awkward. I guess I'll sit back and take things as they come with the other one. As ever, I have my no names policy, since both of them can most likely read this; not that they won't know its about them anyways, but some things are better left in the air of mystery.

So Barry finally has internet, and not a day later does he start asking me about WoW. He's the kind of player that I personally loathe, a aimless pvp type, whose enjoyment of the game is the ruination of it for others. I told him about a video I'd seen once about the Serenity Now guild on Illidan server; a girl had played for three days straight without rest and died of exhaustion, so a massive group of her fellow horde go out to where her corpse still is in game and held a funeral for her. Tis a sweet sentiment I think, but one of them had apparently camped the corpse of Serenity's guild leader or something, so he got his revenge by taking a fourty man raid in and crashing the funeral. All of those paying respects had unequipped their armor and weapons, wearing formal apparel that offers weak defense. Anyways, the jerks annihilated the funeral party. Barry, being the ass that he is, thinks the idea was completely awesome.

He asked me if people get married in game, and yeah they sorta do, there's an engagement ring and whatnot, but there's no official ceremonies or anything. His idea was to walk in on one of these sweet and tender moments, and destroy everyone in attendance. To quote him, "I want to set peoples houses on fire and shit." He also asked if people could have kids in game, and thus you could imagine what he would have planned for such a thing. So yeah he's a bastard, but thankfully as I explained that he can't really destroy buildings and the like, he lost interest. His philosophy for games is along the lines of, he's a good guy in life and ignores his evil impulses unless he's in a game, where he'll indulge them to as far as the game allows.

So, with WoW off his list, he's taken up playing Halo 3 on x-box live. It's increased his skills a good bit, and he's built himself up to a decent rank with our friend, my other brother, and myself helping him a bit. He eventually got tired tonight and went to bed, leaving us to play without him, so we switched my gamer tag. I got out of bootcamp pretty quickly, leaving recruit behind and whatnot. I got into apprentice rank, then level two of it, but my brother's internet connection went out and kicked us from the game, dropping my rank again. This happens once or twice before I finally get out and get to a private rank. Not a game afterwards, we lost our connection like four times in a row, dropping me back down into apprentice rank one. I was pissed to say the least, ganked not but other players, but an unreliable connection. And it happened when we were on my name, not my brothers. Completely urks me.

Anyways, I'm really only messing around on live right now in order to make some good friends. My hopes is to get a few loyal comrades to party up in a ranked free for all game with me, and let me get some medals off them so I can acquire the bad ass Sangheili armor. Because I have an issue playing humans in games, I always opt to be and Elite or Sangheili as is their racial name. More or less I need an Up Close And Personal and a Steppin Razor, and possibly a triple killand overkill, but I'd get that on the way to up close and personal. The best way I can see to get it is to get lucky and land a br, swords, or slayer gametype on a map that has swords on it. I don't care to win the match, just get the achievements. I've gotten steppin razor offline, but twas luck and poor playing on my opponents' behalfs. So yeah, I dunno if any of the people I've added so far would let me do it, but I'm sure I could con my brother in to doing it, and our friend, but for my brother I'd have to go and get my own 360 repaired first; he bought his only after he more or less fried mine. But yeah, I don't care about rank really or anything, tis fun to play online without concern for such things, but I do like the upper level armors. That and there are so few players that roll Elites, all the spartans I've seen have the Ryu Hayabusa permutations, atleast one shoulder or a helmet.

Oh and yes, the little kids who play are annoying as hell to hear shouting obsinities, and some of the less mature older players. When playing with my brother under his name, we encountered a little kid and his friend, played a game with them, and they partied up with us despite my objections to my brother; the kid sets up a private team slayer game on the guardian map and we play. Five kills in, he start shouting for a cease fire on the count that he wants to show my brother a trick; upon the agreement of which, he walks around behind my brother and one hit smacks him in the back of the head and of course humps his corpse. I let loose on them with a gravity hammer after that, ignoring any further noise from them until my brother forced us to leave. One older guy was on my team and was trash talking me, so I just agreed with him, and he shut up. I was under my brother's name so it didn't matter to me at all, but it's always funny to make a braggart asshole stop and blink. All in all I've discovered that I love sniping, but I hate sniper games and br matches since there are people who play the game as the only facet of their social lives and therefore are much more skillful at sniping.

In other news, I've been reading a new book series.  George R R Martin is a masterful author, truely gifted writing style. The depth of his world is as captivating as Dune for all its culture and lores. The series is A Song of Ice and Fire, and I'm currently on book two. Book one is A Game Of Thrones, then A Clash Of Kings, followed by A Storm Of Swords, with A Feast For Crows being the latest book in the seven book series. A company has already made one roleplay game after book one, DnD kinda roleplaying, not console; but they went under and a second company has announced it'll make another game based on the entire world of the series, not just book one. In the next few years, there will be an HBO series made after it, each season based on a single book for a total of seven seasons. It would have to be on HBO too, considering the detail in with Martin describes battle scenes and the "romance" bits. The books are long though, and reading on average two chapters a day, book one took me a week and a half.

Otherwise, my life since my last post has been packed with overtime and shortened sleep cycles, with this weekend marking my first friday off since the second week of July. And thankfully, talk is that we are swearing off Fridays again. At the very least, I know I have next Friday off, and plan to get a few things handled on that day, doctors appointments and like. If somehow they gank me and make Friday mandatory, I won't have to murder my sleep to maintain such obligations.

Anyways, I've been up too long on too little sleep, approximately ten hours in the past two and a half days. Despite six or so of those being collected yesterday, I still feel as though I'm behind of my sleep, or atleast that's what my headache is claiming. So, goodnight, farwell, and all such nonsense in passing.