Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Hey Ma, I'm a Creative Blogger!

I got tagged by Shintar for this post thing stuff with rules and other stuff about the Creative Blogger Award.  Here are the rules and other stuffs.
Thank the person that nominated you and share a link back to their blog

Post 5 facts about yourself
Nominate 15-20 people for this award
Let the people you nominated know, that you have nominated them
Post the rules so everyone will understand what to do
I have now fulfilled my obligation to readdress the rules. I'm not real big into rules, man, because, like, I think they stifle your creative soul, man.  You know, like, whatever man, don't let like coloring between the lines define you, man.  Life exists outside of lines, you know what I mean?  Like, whoa.

Anyways, it says to post five facts about yourself and since I can't put "I am an amazing lover" five times, I guess I'll fill it out for real.  To the deets!  (That's details for you folks uninitiated in 90's lingo)

Fact, the first: I recently had a baby.  Well, not me.  That would be internet news.  My wife did though.  This baby, while ostensibly 'cute,' does severely impact my game-playing time and I am none too fond of that.  This baby should definitely look at getting a job and helping to support this family; I won't tolerate moochers!

Fact, the second: I still play SWTOR!  Not often enough for my liking and definitely not long enough each play session, but I still enjoy the game.  I'm currently helping Gault (who I will murder) and Vette (who will be spared) break into a floating casino, er, I mean vault.  Whatever.  It's pretty awesome.  I still pay for it on a monthly basis too, and am happy to support the girls and boys in Austin.  Unlike WoW, which is dreadfully boring and quite terrible.  Oh, and ESO is still on my plate as well, though I rarely dabble in it.

Fact, the third: I used to bowl frequently!  Even have the bowling pins to prove it.  Participated in two pro-ams when I was a wee lad.  For years, I threw a 16lb Power Torque, then upgraded to a 16lb Nitro or Excite or Ignite, something along those lines.  I'm not terribly fond of the ball, however.  I do own a personal set of bowling shoes and my original league towel from the Fair Lanes in Peoria, AZ from way back in 1990.  At the height of my bowling powers, I held an average in the mid 190s (194 if I recall), but mostly came in around 170-180.  I'd cap it occasionally around 240 if I had a very good night.  I was nearly always placed in the last spot (called the anchor), even though I was fairly inconsistent.  I cost my teams a lot of matches (and won a lot too).  I don't bowl much anymore because I frankly don't enjoy it; there is no 'bowling for fun' for me.  I usually wind up getting angry if I mess up or miss an easy shot and that generally ruins the night.  I miss bowling for fun.

Fact, the fourth: I still pay for WoW and I have no fucking clue why.  I should really cancel until WoW: The Diablo Expansion ... uh, I mean Legion comes out.  God, Warlords of Draenor was dogshit.  If Legion licks balls, I may sign off WoW forever.

Fact, the fifth: I recently got promoted (twice) at my work and my schedule is so limited that I barely have any time to masturbate to Overwatch pr0n.  Rule #34 and all, but sweet zombie Jesus on a pogo stick, Overwatch porno already?  These motherfuckers waste no time.  These promotions mean that I am basically chained to my job, even though I am desperately unhappy with it.  The money is far too good to walk away (and before you say "do what you love!" - I got bills to pay), so I guess I've just resigned myself to getting paid more and hating life.  I live for the weekends.  Eventually, I think I can get cycled to a different project and away from my current client, but until that day, I ride the tide of misery. 

I would nominate more bloggers, but like every single one I know has been nominated already (at least the active ones), so I'll just link to their blogs instead (complete with made-up titles).

6 comments:

  1. Omg, babies make the worst roommates! They don't pay rent, don't speak English, keep odd hours, and make awful noises. They're also leaving all their stuff around and constantly puking.

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    2. What happen to Rav's comment? Also, babies really are the worst. I had an exploded diaper over the weekend where shit actually wound up my daughter's back and on her shoulders. ON HER SHOULDERS. HOW DO YOU SHIT ON YOUR SHOULDERS.

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    3. Oh god, yes. But multiply that by twelve when it happens On. A. Plane. Been there, done that, have the emotional scars.

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    4. What happened to the comment: I'm coming up with all kinds of evil comments regarding babies, but feel unqualified due to not owning one.

      *looks into random big baby eyes* Okay, okay, you're cute...

      *goes off to get popcorn in anticipation of the continuation of the Who Has The Worst Stories With Babies contest*

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    5. Babies really are the best sometimes though. I highly encourage you to procure one via legal or illegal means.

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