Some of you may remember when I got a Dell account, and that at that time, I bought the laptop I'm currently blogging on. Since then, I have made prompt and diligent payments, and then the other day, I noticed something....
I looked at the credit limit (a paltry 1k when i got it) and saw a staggering number. Total credit, $3100.00.
I nearly shit myself.
Visions of bad ass computers/peripherals/tvs/techwhorry goodness.....
But, the interest rate on the card is pretty steep, so I try not to use it too much. After some discussion with Pops, however, I submitted an order today.
No, not a top of the line computer.
Likewise, not a 60" HDTV (tho they sell them).
No, they had the Nikon D3100 for the very attractive price of $599. I prolly shouldn't have, but I did....
I ordered that bad boy.
I can hardly wait to take it out and play with it.....
I'll keep y'all posted.
Buenos con queso,
T.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Do you ever read the Craigslist.org personal ads?
I do, but mostly as a joke.....
I mean, do you really want to search for true love in the same venue where people are giving away used cooking oil, broken stuff, and furniture that I wouldn't let dogs sleep on?
Don't get me wrong, there are some ok deals on there too. I've seen what can be collected with just a small amount of effort. There are things that worry me tho, like the spelling and stuff.....
You all know what a grammar Nazi I am.
Take this, for example:
Now, that's prolly a pretty good pet, and if I had the room, and well, the responsibility, I'd prolly have a dog like this, and in a perfect world, I might have helped this woman out.
That's the kind of thing I expect on the internet, so, I can live with it.
Then we have things like:
I have a word of advice for you. If you ever see the words 'perfect for burning man' in a description of anything, run fast the other way. The dead giveaway? No picture. Hear those sirens?
I can't think of a single time I've seen those words in an ad and even been remotely interested in anything that was proffered.
Ok, now a disclaimer:
What follows from this point forward may offend some of you. If you get offended easily, I suggest you don't read any further.
Unless you want to be offended.
In that case, go right ahead.
What we are about to experience is sexual in nature, and as it was researched on the internet, where truly any perversion can be extensively catered to, you might even say that it's explicit pornography.
That's not for me to judge. What follows are actual screen captures from craigslist.org free personal ads.
Last Chance.....
Ok:
I thought I'd have something to say in comment to this, but....I got nothin'.
Except of course, to restate an earlier observation: Beware the 'no picture' ad.
Although, pictures don't always help:
My favorite part? 'I'm looking for help in return.' That means she wants to get paid for sex. Does she not know we have legalized prostitution in Nevada?
Not that I've ever gone to the ranch and bought any. I have gone out for drinks tho. It's just one of those things you have to do at least once in your life if you live here.
Now for the grand prize winner....:
I mean, you have to hand it to her. She knows what she wants*, and she's not afraid to ask for it, but still.....
Makes me wonder, you know?
Buenos con queso,
T.
* I sent her a link to this ad:
(not really)
I mean, do you really want to search for true love in the same venue where people are giving away used cooking oil, broken stuff, and furniture that I wouldn't let dogs sleep on?
Don't get me wrong, there are some ok deals on there too. I've seen what can be collected with just a small amount of effort. There are things that worry me tho, like the spelling and stuff.....
You all know what a grammar Nazi I am.
Take this, for example:
Now, that's prolly a pretty good pet, and if I had the room, and well, the responsibility, I'd prolly have a dog like this, and in a perfect world, I might have helped this woman out.
That's the kind of thing I expect on the internet, so, I can live with it.
Then we have things like:
I have a word of advice for you. If you ever see the words 'perfect for burning man' in a description of anything, run fast the other way. The dead giveaway? No picture. Hear those sirens?
I can't think of a single time I've seen those words in an ad and even been remotely interested in anything that was proffered.
Ok, now a disclaimer:
What follows from this point forward may offend some of you. If you get offended easily, I suggest you don't read any further.
Unless you want to be offended.
In that case, go right ahead.
What we are about to experience is sexual in nature, and as it was researched on the internet, where truly any perversion can be extensively catered to, you might even say that it's explicit pornography.
That's not for me to judge. What follows are actual screen captures from craigslist.org free personal ads.
Last Chance.....
Ok:
I thought I'd have something to say in comment to this, but....I got nothin'.
Except of course, to restate an earlier observation: Beware the 'no picture' ad.
Although, pictures don't always help:
My favorite part? 'I'm looking for help in return.' That means she wants to get paid for sex. Does she not know we have legalized prostitution in Nevada?
Not that I've ever gone to the ranch and bought any. I have gone out for drinks tho. It's just one of those things you have to do at least once in your life if you live here.
Now for the grand prize winner....:
I mean, you have to hand it to her. She knows what she wants*, and she's not afraid to ask for it, but still.....
Makes me wonder, you know?
Buenos con queso,
T.
* I sent her a link to this ad:
(not really)
Thursday, March 03, 2011
Wait a minute....is it starve a cold, feed a fever?...
Hell, I don't know, but I can tell you this:
I've been sicker that I care to talk about for like 4 days now.
I sit here now, drinking tea (kava if you want to know) and hoping that this *yuck* will just let me go, and it occurs to me that I once saw a horse kill a clown.....
Sorry, that wass t.v. intruding.....
Nighters (and dont get sick)
Buenos con queso,
T.
I've been sicker that I care to talk about for like 4 days now.
I sit here now, drinking tea (kava if you want to know) and hoping that this *yuck* will just let me go, and it occurs to me that I once saw a horse kill a clown.....
Sorry, that wass t.v. intruding.....
Nighters (and dont get sick)
Buenos con queso,
T.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
My tomorrow is not your tomorrow....
Obviously.
It's a little different for me now, as I'm working swing shifts now, which puts me home around 12:30, or 1:30, if I've got the later shift.
That, coupled with my still not being able to sleep much past 9 am has made me a very tired boy lately. It's also kinda screwed my days around. Night is day, day is night.....
I'm sure you understnad.
Well, if you've ever worked that shift that is...
A lot's been going on, but not a lot that's really exciting....
Work's been dealing me a pretty bum hand, but it's nothing I can't handle.
I'm still carless, but that's not a surprise. I've never really been all that worried about having a car to get around, and with the new pad, I'm only like 15 mins away from work, which is nice.....
Let's see...what else....
Oh, I gave blood again. This time, my walk to the UBS building only took me like 3 minutes. See, I'm basically across the street from them now. I'm trying not to let them konw that though, 'cause they'd prolly just set up a machine at my house, and donate every day when I get home form work.....
I'm sure I have dozens of other stories to relate, but those will have to wait.
I'll try and be better....
Buenos con queso,
T.
It's a little different for me now, as I'm working swing shifts now, which puts me home around 12:30, or 1:30, if I've got the later shift.
That, coupled with my still not being able to sleep much past 9 am has made me a very tired boy lately. It's also kinda screwed my days around. Night is day, day is night.....
I'm sure you understnad.
Well, if you've ever worked that shift that is...
A lot's been going on, but not a lot that's really exciting....
Work's been dealing me a pretty bum hand, but it's nothing I can't handle.
I'm still carless, but that's not a surprise. I've never really been all that worried about having a car to get around, and with the new pad, I'm only like 15 mins away from work, which is nice.....
Let's see...what else....
Oh, I gave blood again. This time, my walk to the UBS building only took me like 3 minutes. See, I'm basically across the street from them now. I'm trying not to let them konw that though, 'cause they'd prolly just set up a machine at my house, and donate every day when I get home form work.....
I'm sure I have dozens of other stories to relate, but those will have to wait.
I'll try and be better....
Buenos con queso,
T.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Happy New Ye.....er, wait...
It was called to my attention last night, that I haven't posted, not only in a while, but since last year.
In my last, (and notably lame) post, I forwarded a number of not-excuses for my absence. Near the end, I mentioned that I was playing Black Ops. And GT5 was bitchin', as anticipated...
And, of course, I've resubscribed to EQ. I can't tell you how much time I've wasted in that game....and, I haven't gotten noticeably better.
Now, I'm going to do something I've never done here: I'm going to totally geek out on EQ, and tell you the story of my latest character, Krafty. If you don't want to read about that, then I suggest you leave now....
Or scroll down for a quick and dirty.
Real stuff tomorrow, I promise.
Upon fair Firiona Vie, where we lay our scene, rolplaying is the accepted norm....
I got into all this because it was roleplaying. I mean, I still remember the name of my first AD&D character. I've played on this server before, and had a great time. I was, unfortunately, alone, as all my rl friends weren't playing at the time. I ran off to FV, and started a necromancer....go figure. I made level 66, and was drawn back off the server.
Now, I find myself in roughly the same position. Add to that the fact that they added character slots (at first only one then later three now 8), and a 50% experience bonus. That, coupled with Hot Zones (exp bonus zones every 5 lvls) and mercenaries that you can now hire (warrior healer dps), the ground was ripe for invasion.
Krafty, as you will come to find out, is a Halfling. A Halfling rogue, in fact. He started out in Rivervale, as most of his race do, and plied his trade in the Thicket. Outfit in the merest of gear by local standards, and wielding a highly questionable weapon, he wrought havoc.
Around level 5 or 6, he sought out the services of a Cleric. High Elf. A bit out of character to hire one of the tall races, but he came highly recommended, and seemed to be trustworthy.
Out into the world they went, Krafty raining death from a thousand wounds, Devlas keeping him alive. As his abilities grew, he pushed further into the forest. Soon, much sooner than he should have been able to, he ran to the goblin camps. Most of the creatures in the forest ignored him, but not the goblins. Two of them guarded a campfire, and death was in their eyes.
Giving a nod to the cleric, he threw a knife at one of them. This, of course, brought him running. Predictably, his friend followed him. It was at this point that Krafty began to have thoughts about mortality. Either one of these green freaks was capable of ending him, and yet here he stood, going toe to toe with them, relying on a tallie to save him.
A thousand horrible ends ran through his mind, but happily, the healer did his job. Flushed with success, Krafty ran on, seeking others of their race to play with. He found camp after camp of them. By sneaking about, using cover, and just generally being sly, he was able to clear all of them. Things were looking good.
That was when he stumbled upon a camp of orcs. Goblins are bigger than Halflings, sure, but not as stout. Orcs, on the other hand, tower over them, and weigh roughly 3 times as much.
Knowing it was a bad idea, he threw another knife.
This time, only one came to play, and that's probably a good thing. Devlas was hard-pressed to keep up, and by the time the orc took to his heels in flight he was nearly out of mana.
After a short rest, they were able to continue. Krafty couldn't believe how fast he was growing in power. When he was about 20, one of his Guildmasters suggested that he look into poison.
Travelling to the city of Crescent Reach, he took instrucion in the finer points of pharmacology. He also learned where he could buy poisons...
After applying these new toxins to his blades, he was nigh unstoppable. He conquered Hot Zone after Hot Zone, rising so quickly as to doubt his sanity. Skills, weapons, armor. All of nearly legendary strength came to him, and not a small amount of platinum.
He fights still, but has paused in his meteoric rise in power to work upon his skills. He's a baker, a tailor, a smith, a brewer, a potter, and will soon be learning the rudiments of fletching.
Ok, so there. Quick and dirty for those that don't want to read all that. I started a rogue, and got him to level 21 in 12 hours and 24 minutes. By comparison, my rogue on my first server is level 16 with 96 hours played.....
Yeah, leveling is soooooooo fast. Though, that's not all that it's about for me. I also like 'typin wit an accent, and talkin' fer all the werld as iffen I actually was a roguish type, makin me way in t' werld.'
Oh, and the poisons I mention in the story (dont you wish youd read it now), yeah, the one I'm using at my current level (63 btw with like 50 hours played) go off randomly in combat, and do 2700+ (5400 if it crits) to the mob I'm fighting, and they scale every 5 levels.
So, anyway, that's one thing I've been doing instead of posting. In fact, I think I'm going to play a bit more right now.
Again, real stuff tomorrow, I promise.
Buenos con queso,
T.
In my last, (and notably lame) post, I forwarded a number of not-excuses for my absence. Near the end, I mentioned that I was playing Black Ops. And GT5 was bitchin', as anticipated...
And, of course, I've resubscribed to EQ. I can't tell you how much time I've wasted in that game....and, I haven't gotten noticeably better.
Now, I'm going to do something I've never done here: I'm going to totally geek out on EQ, and tell you the story of my latest character, Krafty. If you don't want to read about that, then I suggest you leave now....
Or scroll down for a quick and dirty.
Real stuff tomorrow, I promise.
Upon fair Firiona Vie, where we lay our scene, rolplaying is the accepted norm....
I got into all this because it was roleplaying. I mean, I still remember the name of my first AD&D character. I've played on this server before, and had a great time. I was, unfortunately, alone, as all my rl friends weren't playing at the time. I ran off to FV, and started a necromancer....go figure. I made level 66, and was drawn back off the server.
Now, I find myself in roughly the same position. Add to that the fact that they added character slots (at first only one then later three now 8), and a 50% experience bonus. That, coupled with Hot Zones (exp bonus zones every 5 lvls) and mercenaries that you can now hire (warrior healer dps), the ground was ripe for invasion.
Krafty, as you will come to find out, is a Halfling. A Halfling rogue, in fact. He started out in Rivervale, as most of his race do, and plied his trade in the Thicket. Outfit in the merest of gear by local standards, and wielding a highly questionable weapon, he wrought havoc.
Around level 5 or 6, he sought out the services of a Cleric. High Elf. A bit out of character to hire one of the tall races, but he came highly recommended, and seemed to be trustworthy.
Out into the world they went, Krafty raining death from a thousand wounds, Devlas keeping him alive. As his abilities grew, he pushed further into the forest. Soon, much sooner than he should have been able to, he ran to the goblin camps. Most of the creatures in the forest ignored him, but not the goblins. Two of them guarded a campfire, and death was in their eyes.
Giving a nod to the cleric, he threw a knife at one of them. This, of course, brought him running. Predictably, his friend followed him. It was at this point that Krafty began to have thoughts about mortality. Either one of these green freaks was capable of ending him, and yet here he stood, going toe to toe with them, relying on a tallie to save him.
A thousand horrible ends ran through his mind, but happily, the healer did his job. Flushed with success, Krafty ran on, seeking others of their race to play with. He found camp after camp of them. By sneaking about, using cover, and just generally being sly, he was able to clear all of them. Things were looking good.
That was when he stumbled upon a camp of orcs. Goblins are bigger than Halflings, sure, but not as stout. Orcs, on the other hand, tower over them, and weigh roughly 3 times as much.
Knowing it was a bad idea, he threw another knife.
This time, only one came to play, and that's probably a good thing. Devlas was hard-pressed to keep up, and by the time the orc took to his heels in flight he was nearly out of mana.
After a short rest, they were able to continue. Krafty couldn't believe how fast he was growing in power. When he was about 20, one of his Guildmasters suggested that he look into poison.
Travelling to the city of Crescent Reach, he took instrucion in the finer points of pharmacology. He also learned where he could buy poisons...
After applying these new toxins to his blades, he was nigh unstoppable. He conquered Hot Zone after Hot Zone, rising so quickly as to doubt his sanity. Skills, weapons, armor. All of nearly legendary strength came to him, and not a small amount of platinum.
He fights still, but has paused in his meteoric rise in power to work upon his skills. He's a baker, a tailor, a smith, a brewer, a potter, and will soon be learning the rudiments of fletching.
Ok, so there. Quick and dirty for those that don't want to read all that. I started a rogue, and got him to level 21 in 12 hours and 24 minutes. By comparison, my rogue on my first server is level 16 with 96 hours played.....
Yeah, leveling is soooooooo fast. Though, that's not all that it's about for me. I also like 'typin wit an accent, and talkin' fer all the werld as iffen I actually was a roguish type, makin me way in t' werld.'
Oh, and the poisons I mention in the story (dont you wish youd read it now), yeah, the one I'm using at my current level (63 btw with like 50 hours played) go off randomly in combat, and do 2700+ (5400 if it crits) to the mob I'm fighting, and they scale every 5 levels.
So, anyway, that's one thing I've been doing instead of posting. In fact, I think I'm going to play a bit more right now.
Again, real stuff tomorrow, I promise.
Buenos con queso,
T.
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