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Sunday, November 27, 2005
Dude. I. Okay, so, KoL. Got Kmail the other day by a newbie who'd joined my clan, wanting to know how you get a Mr. Accessory. Okay, no problem, takes like, three minutes to answer his question, and its better than sending him to the forums and having him fall victim to the shitheads who like to tell newbies to kill the hermit, or the slightly-less-shitty-heads who like to respond with haiku clues because they have a driving need to feel intellectually superior.
I log in today, and he's proposed a trade -- 3 mariachi pants for my Ms. Accessory. Mariachi pants. A default item for Accordion Thieves. Auto-sell value of 1 meat. You can fish them out of the sewer. And he wants to know if I'll trade an item that goes for $10, or a few million meat for 3 of them. What the fuck kind of sense is that? To even propose it? Especially after I had. just. told. him. what it took to get one. So he knew I knew their value. I just. The sense, there is none.
:: at the tone, the time will be 10:07 AM ::
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Thursday, November 24, 2005
Been reading "The Mists of Avalon." Its interesting, but I feel like I've been reading it forever, and getting nowhere. I'm half tempted to just give up on it, really. Not like I've ever been into the Arthurian legend, anyway.
Of course, it may just be my mood. I'm not having such a great day. Of course, its better than last year, seeing as I've only had one crying fit today, and it came while I was typing up an RP post. The sparkly boy in my head is very unhappy.
I'm not so happy myself, but I've been sleeping in weird little clumps lately, and that tends to leave me feeling constantly tired, and tired very easily becomes weepy for me. Especially as we enter holiday season.
My mother made a comment the other day about knowing what she's getting me for Christmas, and it makes me very nervous. The only things I can remember being vocal about wanting were a new desktop, and a binding machine. Out of the two, the binding machine would be better, because its a hell of a lot cheaper, but I really didn't want either for a gift, it was just me being yearny. I particularly don't want either one as a gift at a time that already makes me feel like a warm bag of fermenting vomit. Expensive gifts don't make me feel happy and cared about, they just make me feel even more depressed and guilty. Fuck, I can get weepy and guilty over a $3 video, can you imagine what a $150 machine would do?
:: at the tone, the time will be 7:09 PM ::
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Saturday, November 05, 2005
I am so glad Doc Galaktik's sick count reached zero. It started out kind of cool, because oh, hey, the Grey Plague had a greater point beyond, um. Being a Grey Plague. And oh, zombie quest sort-of in time for Halloween. And the whole 28 Days Later thing was amusing, if nothing else.
But then it became clear that the only people who could truly participate in the entire thing, were ones who are heavily involved in the "online community" side of KoL. And guess who's really not, and never wanted to be.
So, basically, I wasted adventures on a quest I couldn't finish even if I'd had to. Great.
But everybody's cured, so maybe now the whole thing will get the hell off my council screen, and A can go back to working on a couple of trophies, and M can go fight the sorceress, and V can finish levelling and maybe battle the sorceress herself at some point. And maybe I can shut up now.
:: at the tone, the time will be 9:23 AM ::
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