Best blog post ever - the Age of Conan MMO game has got some pretty bizarre ratings stacking up before it's release, due to the wonderful legal status of the world...
...it's certainly conducive to my University work (although I believe we'll see how effective this is once the portfolio is marked.) I spent time this weekend collating the notes I've made, choosing samples of my work and collecting documentary evidence from websites about the educational programme that I'm writing about.
I'd assembled quite a good amount of material, and a report based mostly on bullet point assessments of the course structure and content.
At a loss for things to do, I started to add some further wording and research - and suddenly, it's looking a hell of a lot better. Not that I didn't think it was okay before but I think I'm much prouder of it now.
I also managed a quick hour on Guild Wars; although sitting in the chair was beginning to get uncomfortable. Feel like I'm ballooning to twice my normal size. Not fun!
Okay, Nightmare's all gone. That was strange. I slept pretty well after waking up to write things down. Forgot to say - after a couple of years I have finally completed Guild Wars. Well, the first campaign anyway. The rest, I have to take with Dan and Gray next year. It's been nice being able to play with Dan on a game again! Going to miss not seeing him, since we'll miss each other during his visit this time round.
Anyway - teststuff - this is what the Lady C has been through, so here's mine.
I Am A: True Neutral Human Wizard (4th Level)
Ability Scores:
Strength-11
Dexterity-12
Constitution-11
Intelligence-14
Wisdom-13
Charisma-13
Alignment: True Neutral A true neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. He doesn't feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most true neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil after all, he would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, he's not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way. Some true neutral characters, on the other hand, commit themselves philosophically to neutrality. They see good, evil, law, and chaos as prejudices and dangerous extremes. They advocate the middle way of neutrality as the best, most balanced road in the long run. True neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you act naturally, without prejudice or compulsion. However, true neutral can be a dangerous alignment because it represents apathy, indifference, and a lack of conviction.
Race: Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
Class: Wizards are arcane spellcasters who depend on intensive study to create their magic. To wizards, magic is not a talent but a difficult, rewarding art. When they are prepared for battle, wizards can use their spells to devastating effect. When caught by surprise, they are vulnerable. The wizard's strength is her spells, everything else is secondary. She learns new spells as she experiments and grows in experience, and she can also learn them from other wizards. In addition, over time a wizard learns to manipulate her spells so they go farther, work better, or are improved in some other way. A wizard can call a familiar- a small, magical, animal companion that serves her. With a high Intelligence, wizards are capable of casting very high levels of spells.
Heh - glad Andy was staying over at M & K's tonight; just had a bizarre nightmare. Now I'm awake, I know what it was, and it's not as horrifying as the one Dan tells me about that he experiences, but still, it was both weird, and has left me buzzing faster than a coffee-addled dentist. So saying, when I start to have nightmares, I do actually 'groan' quite a bit. Andy normally elbows me at this point, so I wake up, and the dream pops away, but this one went on until I woke up, shouting "Where are you?".
So, what can I remember? Right then... I think it was one of those multi-layer dreams. I remember several things going on during the dream, but the bit that brought me into wakefulness was that I was sitting in a room, quite a bright room, with a friend - although I can't recall who it was, although I do recall that I was quite comfortable with them there. We were kind of slouched\sitting on a low sofa (couch, for those of you across the high seas) and were looking, perhaps out a window, when I heard some music. I remember thinking, "It's amazing, that music is based on what we heard from the aliens, and from spaceships." (Which, let's be honest, is either a dead-cert thought to help you realise you are dreaming, or proof that you have been smoking too much naughty-weed.)
As I sat there, a shape runs past my field of vision, chased by another. I look up, and call after it, "Ghost!" as if I'm trying to get its attention. It doesn't really acknowledge, but it pauses. I stand up, and call out again, and it pauses again. My friend stands up, and starts to follow it. The two shapes are moving towards the stairs, so I call again, and they pause - and my friend and I start to move after the thing, as I call "Ghost!" to it.
We go upstiars - the stairs are kind of flush against a wall, and walk into a room, that's in the attic (Yes, Dan, it's the house in Netley Street again, the purple one at the top of the building; I can even see the window in the 'right place' with the sticker on it.)
I can see a frame (is it a mirror, or a picture?) and reflected in it is the Ghost thing. I can see now that it's a skull (although quite cartoony, I think) and I look at it, as it looks at me. I think my friend is there, but I can't tell. And suddenly, I hear it calling, "Where are you?" like a question. "Where are you, Where are you, WHERE ARE YOU?"
And that's what I wake up saying.
I've classed it as a nightmare, as it woke me up, and I woke up chanting "Where are you". If Andy had been here, I think I would have woken at the "Ghost!" part, as I'd have started calling it out in my sleep. But like I wrote at the start, it's not sticking with me, and didn't fill me with fear. Just... woke me up. Although I did lie there for a moment thinking "Hell, I bet the people in the flat above think that was odd."
Today, I am mostly listening to OCRemix Radio (at least, the times when I haven't been clutching my head, with soreness).
Remixes of Video Game music. Quite nice and fun; I'd downloaded some OCR tracks in the past, but trying to find one I liked in the many was a bugbear - the radio station actually makes it much more listenable.
Okay, so not a full time student, but a part time student. Although it's a full qualification communism course. Sort of.
I've been doing this 'Union Learning Representative' role for almost two years now, and enjoy setting up courses, arranging learning activities and generally making sure people are doing *more*. This University course I've started is a CPD in Union Learning - so proper communist school ;) It's the first time they've run this degree, and I was fortunate that I mananged to qualify for a bursary for the course.
The first module (up until January) is all about the History of Worker's Education, and the lecturer was a bit surprised that the phrases he'd written into the course were no longer in use; that disturbed me somewhat, but then my brain took back over - this chap had obviously been teaching for a long time and hadn't actually *worked* in a working environment in the past ten years when Unions haven't been as powerful back in the day while he was working. He actually got quite lively as he realised that we weren't *dull* - just that the words didn't seem to apply anymore.
It's going to be interesting relating that to history now - my next couple of days are in November. Actually, the London Met university campus I'm at is in Islington; I recognised the area near the Slimelight club where I went with Dan and company years back. Must remember to wave at a certain person next time I'm there!
Horny. Stubborn. Kinda cute. Slightly immature. And often found on rough terrain. You are The Billy Goat.
You're lusty, but typically monogamous, and all in all you're a pretty good boyfriend. In fact, you enjoy relationships, if mostly for the sex and physical companionship. You'd do or say almost anything to get together with someone, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.
You're sensitive, you have a certain boyish charm, and you're eager. Therefore you probably attract guys who are serious about romance. But few who get close to you realize how unready for total commitment you are. People fall for you. Meanwhile, you maintain your emotional distance, and there goes another box of tissues.
You're perfectly capable of a long-haul relationship, but, right now, dating someone primarily means having a consistent, available, preferably not-too-chatty, hookup. You're a careful, methodical person, and you work hard at making things work. It's just that the type of man most likely to find your strengths endearing is also the most likely type to find your shortcomings heartbreaking. Someone with a similarly laid-back approach to dating would be perfect for you.
Your exact male opposite:
The Loverboy
Random Gentle Love Master
Always avoid: The Billy Goat (DBSD), The Slow Dancer (DGLD), The Manchild (RBLD)
The following is a list of the Top 10 Video Game Music Covers, selected by Brendon. He tried to avoid a lot of the HUGE songs (such as the two guitar Mario, One-Winged Angel, and Nintendo Acapella to name a few) and focus on the ones which were just as good (if not better), but had far less recognition.
I've just found out what happens if, when attempting to boil water on a glass hob, you accidentally turn one of the other hob-points on, and there happens to be an empty pyrex dish sitting on it.
i) There's a weird crunching noise, as if someone's just chewed into a piece of rock ii) There's a splintering, cracking noise as if a window is starting to shatter in slow motion iii) The dish shatters iv) Shards of glass fly across the kitchen towards the sofa where I'm sitting and, v) I nearly shit myself
I've cleaned up the kitchen now. Fortunately, didn't need to clean myself up, although one of the shards made it actually into the lounge.
Back to cooking... (And yeah, I'm proud that I've never created disaster like that in the 31 years of life that I have had.)
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