August 30th, 2009
|10:43 pm - personally, i think it really happened|
Okay, so for the first time in I guess months I had a thought to share which is too big for Twitter.
A ways back, redshylock and I were having a conversation (over Facebook chat) about a particular Buffy episode (6-17, Normal Again) which he'd hated. And I was saying, sure, I hear you, the first time I saw it I hated it too, because it's EASY to hate, it's a juvenile hacky Twilight Zone-esque (Shyamalanic?) fuck you to the viewer, but if you can get past that hate, it feels like some of the best work Sarah's ever done, and furthermore, the central conflict in it takes place in a realm which dovetails with one described in secret at the end of episode 6-3. In other words, though it's structured like a standalone, the character has the chance to work through long-repressed issues, so it becomes a pivot point for the season.
So you know, blah blah blah, and he was saying, you should be in academia, you're really good at finding meaning in stories. But reading through Elegant Complexity (the study of Infinite Jest) made me realize just how awful I am at it. Over and over Carlisle would point out how a detail was selected for thematic resonance and I would feel dumb for assuming that was just how that world was. Not that I missed it, I just took it literally.
Then I thought about it some more and I realized there's a psychological motivation for my literal taking. When I'm watching a film, it's a created world. There are humans who transmit emotion which I absorb and they would continue to do so if I weren't watching. So it feels okay to pontificate, to dig deep, to "unpack", because you can always return to that unblemished surface level, which somehow apparently resembles a suitcase.
But when I'm reading a book, those characters only live when I've decided to breathe life into them, when I can believe they're thinking humans (whereas with film I don't need to believe in them, they're just there). If I were to break down a novel into an argument, it would become merely that, dull and didactic. Of course I know that characters can be both things at once, can be walking contradictions of representation and verisimilitude - but it's difficult mentally for me to simultaneously see both sides, like singing while treading water.
March 13th, 2009
|04:07 pm - promo mojo|
Ins & Outs Magazine covered our band, Seize Them!, for a mini-documentary about the Astoria music scene.
If I'd known they would be shooting, I would have dressed a bit snazzier... and hey, that's not what my fingers are playing! But no matter, I still get to play rock star.
Footage of us starts about six and a half minutes in.
If you like these tracks, "Knoxville" and "Ramble Tamble" (which is a Creedence cover), you can download free versions of them right on the front page of our website, seizethem.com.
January 8th, 2009
|04:46 am - one last voice is calling you|
Attention Portland and surrounding areas. I am visiting from Jan 15-25. Of this year.
This is not a drill.
January 4th, 2009
|06:07 pm - wake up to find out that you are the eyes|
Okay, I did it. I successfully had a lucid dream! It only lasted for about five minutes and it was kinda creepy but all the techniques from the book totally worked. I will distill them for you. Here is what I did.
(The book, by the way, is Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming. The words on the back that made me pick it up were "establishing a scientifically researched framework for using lucid dreaming. Based on Dr. Stephen LaBerge's extensive laboratory work at Stanford University..." Hell yeah. It is another way of saying "this is not a bunch of hippie crap people this guy is a FRIKKIN PEE AITCH DEE". I mean, I do enjoy hippie crap but it usually starts more problems than it solves.)
First, I was well rested. It was in my 9th hour of sleep. I forgot how important that was, because the longer you sleep, the quicker you drop into deep REM. From Page 50: "According to our research, the probability of your having a lucid dream during these last two hours of sleep is more than twice as great as the probability of your having a lucid dream in the previous six hours."
I was so exhausted last night that I dreamt I was exhausted. (I went to bed at 3 AM, which is like if you went to bed at 8 PM.) I was back at my parents' house in New Hampshire, and we were around the dinner table. I just closed my eyes for a minute, and when I opened them, dinner was over and everyone else was on the couches in the other room.
Then my sister and I got into an argument about Buffy (I know this always comes up with me at the most inappropriate times; I apologize, guys) where I wanted her to watch the DVDs and she thought she didn't need to because she was reading the comics and they were good enough. (In real life, I have tried to get her to watch the show, because she enjoys Alias and Veronica Mars, which to me are clear rip-offs, but I wouldn't ever, you know, yell at her about it.) (Anyway.)
So eventually I woke up for real, and I was like, man that was weird. I've had quite a few false wakings (where you realize you're in a dream, so you wake up, but you're in a second dream, and you don't realize that) but this was something else. I went to sleep in a dream - have I ever done that? - and woke up still in the same dream. It would have to be an exceptionally strong dream around me. (Which I guess means that I was getting better at concentrating?)
So second, I was thinking about my dreams while I went back and had more dreams. This made it a lot easier to pay attention to dreamsigns - the things that would never happen in real life. Everybody has their own list of common themes that they have to compile. So mine is like:
If you're wandering around a high school...
If anything is floating, for any reason...
If you're experiencing a grotesque yet painless deformity of the hand or penis...
...etc., etc., you're probably dreaming.
So then - bear with me here - there was a second, unrelated dream about the military. I think for some of it I was actually in the army and for some of it I was just watching a movie with Barry Pepper... not really crucial. Anyway, at the end of that dream, I was looking out the window of a train and I saw, high up on a cliff, the military encampment. And they had used rocks to spell out words about ten feet tall. And the words were:
And I thought, that's weird, it should say HQ instead of HI. This is their headquarters. But I kept staring at them and the letters didn't change. So that must have meant it wasn't a dream. But then, the words weren't standing up, and they weren't lying down; they were hanging out over the edge of the cliff, so you could only see what was spelled out if you went to the very base of the cliff and looked straight up. Where, of course, the rocks should fall on you.
And I woke up again, and I knew I should write all these dreams down. But I didn't. I went back to sleep, and in the next dream, I kept thinking, ATARI HI. You need to write that down. It's a dream you had. You're supposed to write all these things down. And I was like, why the hell is it so hard to find something to write with here, especially since I'm wandering around a high school.
So then when I did find some paper, I was like, wait this isn't where I'm supposed to be writing this down. I'm supposed to be writing this down in the book... on the table... next to my bed... and where is that? Where am I?
See, there was no "a-ha!" moment. In all the accounts in the book, people always had an "a-ha!" moment where they suddenly knew they were dreaming and that changed everything. Instead, this was a series of nagging doubts that collated gradually, with a tipping point:
So I'm still wandering, because I have to find someone, to convince them to be somewhere or something, you know that terribly important motivation type stuff which now I can't even remember (at least I wasn't late for class, I can't believe I actually have that one all the time, it is such a fucking cliche) and I see some Buffy comics piled by the stairs. And I'm like, wait, those were from the dream. The other dream.
And then here she comes up the stairs, big as life (which is to say, still shorter than me, even). Buffy. And she's flirting with me heavily, leaning on me, stroking my hand, trying to get me to ask her to the prom. And I'm like, Really, subconscious? This? This is who we are? And now it's obviously a dream, not even so much because she's fictional, but because she keeps alluding to these dates we went on which I definitely would have remembered.
But of course I can't tell her she's not real, because I don't exactly want this moment to end. I was essentially speaking into her neck, and I tried to say "You're so sexy and beautiful," but it came out "seky and nexical". She thought that was cute. And I thought, that's a good Xander line, like a Dan Vebber line. I should write that down.
Then again, I couldn't go to the prom with her because I still had the Terribly Important thing to do. And if you're wondering, why, if I know it's a dream, do I not realize that I don't actually have to do anything I don't want to, it's because at this point I still do not have full lucidity. I don't have my entire waking brain with me.
So, me being me, in turning her down I'm insensitive, and she's good at hiding her feelings but she walks away (and I'm like SERIOUSLY, subconscious? With the cheerleader outfit and everything? It's just hilarious to me how shallow I apparently am) and not long after that the dream starts to fade out. So here is the third thing I did.
Thing #3 was pretty much the reason why I bought the book. Because I've never, my entire life, had trouble realizing I'm in a dream when I see something bizarre or incongruous. My problem is, as soon as I realize that, the dream just crumbles and I'm awake. The whole first third of the book was all about the "a-ha!" and I was like yeah yeah, blah blah, WHAT THEN.
So here's what then. You spin.
No one knows why it works, but it does. (And it did!) I didn't have time for a full-body spin, but I thought NO as clearly and loudly as I could and I shook my head furiously. And the room came back into sharp focus for a second, then faded out again to black.
Then I opened my eyes, and just like the previous dream, I was back in it. The room was the same, but I knew it was a fictional room. I was trying hard not to think too much about the fact that it was fictional because that might make it evaporate. I was finally at the point I've been trying to get to for months, and that made me incredibly nervous.
I needed something to focus on doing. Then I remembered I still had to write down that phrase.
But I don't have a pen!
Well, if this is a lucid dream, as soon as you want something, you should be able to get it.
So then I walked by a table and there was a bunch of junk on it, including a pen and a pencil. Nice.
But if I write this down here, I still won't have it when I wake up...
It doesn't matter! Just do something!
So I scrawled SEKY AND NEXICAL up in the corner of the wall. My handwriting was worse than usual but it didn't fade, and it didn't change.
I thought my heart was beating faster, but I checked my pulse and it wasn't. It was just louder.
Then I remembered, this isn't even my real body, this is my dream body. But I wasn't about to deal with that because modifying your dream body is very advanced stuff from the way end of the book. So I just tried to put that out of my mind.
I was very impressed with the texture of the wall. Not just the way it looked but the way it felt. I knew it wasn't real. And yet there it was. I was in a fictional world.
So, getting back to the book, when you first start lucid dreaming, you're not supposed to do anything strenuous. Just basically bask in the wish-fulfillment. Fly, have lots of sex, punch dudes out, whatever. Get comfortable in the lucid state (which is a very tricky place for the brain to be, especially a brain like mine that won't shut up) and just have fun.
Then, much later on, when it's no big deal to achieve lucidity, you can start using it to actually solve what's bothering you. And the way to confront your problems - this gets pretty Jungian (like Luke Skywalker in the cave) - is to literally go down into a dark basement. That's where they will be.
But I was already in a dimly lit basement hallway - that's just where my previous wandering had taken me. I wasn't thinking about any of the above theory, I just wanted to see what would happen if I went around the corner. I did remind myself of a piece of wisdom from the nightmare chapter which was: If you know it's a dream, then you know nothing in it can hurt you.
So I went around the corner.
And there was a laundry room, and a girl from high school I haven't even thought about since the reunion (who was also a cheerleader) and she said, "I just want to know why you think I'm a Muppet."
She was really pissed at me. And I was like "Uh... what? What do you mean." It's another thing from the book that you have to be really friendly with your antagonists. I don't think I was as friendly as possible because I was too confused.
Then she changed into someone else (a stranger, or as I abbreviate it in my journal, an NPC) and she pulled a big blue furry thing out of the dryer and held it up against herself and said, "Look. This is like... Grover." Then she changed into a third person.
And there were so many things about that that didn't make sense I woke up. I mean, I guess the second remark did explain the first, but as to my own alleged involvement... I don't know, man. TOO WEIRD.
Maybe it just means I'm supposed to call and get the washing machine fixed? I do keep forgetting to do that. Sorry, guys.
But anyway, it's a fun thing to do and I recommend getting into it. It's basically a safe, legal and free way to trip.
December 17th, 2008
|03:31 am - and so to bed, to bed; my soul to share|
So when I was in Portland, I picked up this book on lucid dreaming and I'm only now getting deep into it (because I had to finish rereading Cerebus, which is 6000 pages, and even though that's a comic, a lot of it is very dense text). So Step One is make a dream journal.
Which, I actually already have, I just never use it. I picked it up the other day and was surprised to discover that for a period of a few months back in 2005 I was VERY diligent about writing them down. There's like 40 pages of shit here. In a very few cases, I was actually able to remember the images from the dream. But a lot of the ones that I couldn't, I found hilarious to re-imagine.
I am aware that when other people tell you about their dreams it is often THE MOST BORING SHIT so if you just skip this and go on about your day I don't fault you. I'm only including the snippets that amused me. And that aren't hideously embarrassing.
I noticed a lot of these deal with layers of fictional reality, which according to the book, is my brain trying to tell me I'm dreaming.
Went to the kitchen. One fridge for each family member. "In the year 2005... Everyone will have their own fridge!" I joked.
The bad guys were discussing their nefarious plans, see. Mr. Incredible was there. He said, "...Unless they REbuilt it into a REAL gas station!" The bad guy boss' plan was to reincarnate into a huge red demon, which he did. I ran away and the whole palace began exploding around and behind me, torn apart with beams of blue light. I tried to take the elevator down to the parking garage but I would not let the Butler Bot in and this caused a delay and so I died.
A Soderbergh film about the army where a sergeant's face was exploded by a "sticky crab". His head lay open like a melon rind, cartoon-style.
[I wonder if there will be a scene like this in Guerilla.]
My commute to work was riding in the open head of a giant walking Statue of Liberty (a la Ghostbusters II). Pretty scared of heights. Other commuters weren't.
The floor kept bubbling and rising, as though pushed up by plants. Giant plants.
["Daryl Hannah"] said this poet starts off with a specific list of words and somehow implores the computer to come up with new ones in between. Exploring new concepts, I guess. (Which, obviously, the computer was not designed to do.) She said, talking to the camera, "If I can read about death from him, I feel... emboyned." This was a real word which I had temporarily forgotten.
[If you look up emboyned in the dictionary, you get the border between embower and embrace. Maybe she felt both trapped and safe?]
I worked in a high school, which looked like an elementary school. We were chasing a rat around the gym when SMASH a shelf broke and from above came down a kangaroo rat. This was just a "rat" the size and shape of a motherfucking kangaroo. We ran out and held the door barricaded against it. It tried to kick it open w/ its powerful feet.
Some new FF, not sure if game or CG movie - a teen boy and his child sister, orphans, working to ascend to heaven. Heaven was a physical place in their culture because exospheric hover technology had been around for thousands of years. I thought that was beautiful. The kids had 2 guardians from other planets, one machine based, one plant based. Of course all these things had Tolkienesque names which I do not recall. I just remember the temple of rocks floating in intricate patterns inside a magnetic field.
Read a published issue of ScaryGoRound. It was really damn good. So that's another dream where I can read words.
All dreams last night seem to have been Katamari based. Brain is obsessed. It also works temporally in addition to spatially; if I don't understand something, like a Michael Penn song or a remark of Chip's, I remain convinced I will understand it in a few minutes once my ball is bigger. Oddly relaxing but makes no sense.
[My workplace] was renovated... There was a giant inflatable katana hanging from the ceiling. (~50 ft. long)
I rode there on a police bike because there was a GTA cheat where you parked in a certain garage and the car turned real.
Met Robert Duvall, showed him how to work a director's chair.
Maria told a story about how she thought she had been pregnant but it turned out to be a 25 lb. tumor brought on by eating the wrong kind of pizza. We hoped our pizza was not tumerous. There were 36 inches missing from it, mirroring the 36 feet of sponsored highway in Japan connecting them to the orbital circuit (also missing). We were hungry, so we ate it regardless.
[This pizza dream is my favorite out of all of these.]
In the deep dark circular basement of the hotel, I lived through the night, but only because of the girl spies, who knew when to clamp a hand over my gob and when to kick me awake... Those girls had The Training, which kept me from succumbing to The Fear. I was very grateful.
Most dreams tonight were non-story, non-event and even non-visual. It was just Hendrix. Blues soloing on and on forever.
Seeing a Transformers RTS arcade game in the lobby of a dorm.
Went to see new Coen Bros. flick. Civil War era crime caper comedy. John Turturro played a sharpshooter. Lots of 2.35:1 composition, beautiful blue sky, magical [musical?] sound design. The reverberating clang as John T. snapped shut his shotgun.
Awesome sex part with horny Chinese girl. So horny she bent double and rubbed my crotch and wouldn't come back up so I could kiss her. Fucking alarm went off before I could disrobe.
In this totalitarian society, you could, at any time, be summoned to The Pool. The water would drain out and the bottom would open up and you would have to fight a huge animal to the death. We had survived it 3 or 4 times but they kept putting bigger carnivores in. Before the match, they wanted me to just play but you could be shot for breaking pool rules. Jurph and Dave N. jumped right in but I was much more nervous. There was no easy entrance to The Pool, it went from shallow to deep with no warning, like a 3D maze.
So anyway after the weed we played some game where we all stood in a circle, taking turns shoving/grabbing each other. I grabbed Ben's hand, not hard at all, and his finger snapped off like a twig. He was in shock about it, kept smiling. I knew we had to call 911 but no one wanted to be the one to do it.
Saw new Spawn movie w/ Ethan. Hell sequences animated. Violator went to a Halloween party dressed as an alligator and ate all the kids. Their souls wavered [?] behind him like a snake. Lots of upside down spinny camera work, gave me vertigo. Dana Snyder [Master Shake] played Violator, Keith David played Terry. Some little kid kept screaming when he saw hell and his mom kicked him out of the theater.
Don't try to feed a newt salsa. It will express its disgust very loudly and try to puke it up all over the lawn. This was a prank intended to be funny, and actually, it was.
Playing some video game, but living it - running around in a circle on the hills by Mom and Dad's house in NH. At sunset. Had to grab pixelated 2D powerups hanging in the air. Difficult because of no depth perception.
Some type of party in some type of dance hall. It was quite dark and we all sat on the floor. I chatted up Janet Jackson. (No mention or even thought of Super Bowl.) I said how much I liked that all her tunes were different styles and beats, and she looked so happy to hear that she almost cried. She asked me to go on and I almost got stuck. I said I liked that Black Cat rocked and she said "Yeah, well Black Cat is metal, that's the problem with it." I didn't want to contradict her but before I could fully explain my holy love of metal half the girls in the room stood up and shook their ass in a certain way based on a musical cue. I was like Oh Christ please do not burst into predetermined choreography. I am trying to seduce a famous person here. (She was younger, and hot.)
Chip and I were out looking at stars. I realized if it is clear enough you can actually see constellations - the lines stretching from star to star are not made up. They are composed of streams of spheres winking on and off.
Episode of West Wing where Bartlett was blackmailed by a Panther-like group which Charlie was secretly a part of. To get away he had to take the secret tunnel. It was a strange, ovalish, beige, glass-paneled affair which led to a desert garden guarded by strange little robots which perhaps resembled giant snails.
Playing Jabberjaw video game which kept turning into bloody shark attack Kevin Williamson movie. Swimming through a submerged mall, got captured in some colored lights. I just wanted to repaint the lights (red to green) but I had too many objects to scroll through and I ended up biting my captors in half. Then after I was free they wanted me to eat a fellow shark but I was too full. So I saw a different cut scene than I would've otherwise, non-violently. A suckier one.
Ilana was teaching a high school English course which I had to take... She needed a page on anything about sociology. I was going to do it on The Sociology of the Ninja and only write about Naruto and Real Ultimate Power and Tenchu, just to make her laugh. (What works for a village may not work for a county.) ...The weird thing about this was the NYC subway trains came right into the classrooms.
When the CIA finds out you've done something illegal they approach you and the choice is basically join them or die. That's why it's so full of crooks.
Saw The Passion of the Christ Recut, actually it was just a prequel. Ended in the garden where the other began. Turns out Gibson had shot all the nonviolent preachy stuff his detractors accused him of not caring about. Some Red County natives in the back of the theater said, "Well, that was STUPID!" A white-bearded, bald professor type in the front said, "Look at the pointless indulgence. It's brilliant." He meant because by its compromised nature it was a statement about the current tense religious climate.
[At the ad agency I worked at] the presentation ended and another orker said to the client's group, "So how are our beards?" which was a metaphor (also a reference to a recent successful commercial) meaning how strong is our clout. Ironically tho all the orkers did have beards, huge ones (and this guy's still had shaving cream all over it), many of which were striped in different colored patterns like a calico kitten.
A couple having a very heated philosophical/political discussion, then one of them gets horny, and they begin to disrobe, then make love, never able to stop making points. (This was Chris Onstad's idea.)
I was on a TV show, not the kind you shoot but the kind you live, - no I don't mean it was a "reality" show, I mean we were all genuinely experiencing this fictional reality that Joss Whedon had created... Anyway we were out by a chain link fence in front of this house near where a girl disappeared. This Asian NPC kept insisting the creepy guy in the house was an abductor and a cannibal and I kept saying no, you're crazy, she's fine somewhere. (Like Ducommun and Hanks in The Burbs, I guess.) But deep down I knew something was very mysterious, and I could feel we were nearing the end of an episode so something big would happen. We turned away and heard a scream and a crunch from inside. Change to slow motion as the house launched itself up and over us. We continued to run as the house landed in front of me (upside down), missing crushing me by a few feet. Behind us the giant face of the abducted girl rose against the bright blue sky. She was now over 100 feet tall. Next week we would find out how and why. My dog, who'd also gone missing, came running up. He now had a third eye and a science hero costume with blue plastic and chains and dials. I knew that had to be the end of the ep, so I brought him in front of everyone, said "Look my dog's not dead!" and wept.
I had a small part in Rushmore, during the zombie attack. It was only this one other girl and I, so we were outnumbered and beaten to double-death in the classroom.
November 23rd, 2008
|10:56 pm - Hey you! Join the navy!|
My last post about Kevin Werbach's World of Warcraft playing style went from the WoW community here, to WoW Insider, to Project Lore, and then BACK to BoingBoing. I got kind words from a bunch of strangers and that felt pretty good.
So I finally made a "real" blog for my pop culture rants (which I guess I should have done a long time ago, like people have urged me to).
I'll be tossing up some old stuff while I work on new stuff. If you have a blog I didn't include on my list on the side there, let me know.
November 19th, 2008
|07:17 pm - victory or death! yes we can!|
So I saw this on BoingBoing:
Obama’s FCC Transition Team Co-chair a WoW Player
Last week, President-elect Obama appointed Kevin Werbach, assistant professor of legal studies and business ethics at Wharton, and Susan Crawford, who teaches communications and Internet law at the University of Michigan, to co-chair his FCC transition team. In preparation for his incoming administration, the two, both seasoned Net Neutrality advocates, will be tasked with providing information on U.S. government Internet and telecom policies, along with advising on budgetary and personnel matters.
Obama's hardline stance on net neutrality, like a lot of his policies, got very little press coverage, but it's one of the most important domestic issues to me - and something I certainly don't think we would have been guaranteed under Hillary.
The Wharton professor is a hardcore World of Warcraft player, a member of two guilds: “One of them,” he wrote on his blog in 2006, “was started by my friend and inveterate tech connector, Joi Ito…The other guild is very different — it’s composed primarily of academics and other thinkers who study and write about virtual worlds.”
So, my immediate reaction to that was... how "hardcore"? The two-guilds thing doesn't mean anything at all, especially if one of them is "thinkers" who are just there to document behavior.
Wouldn't it be great, I thought, if we had the link to Werbach's character so we knew EXACTLY what type of player he was?
And I went down a couple blind alleys, even looking up Ito's guild on WoWJutsu, before I realized that Werbach had posted the link on his own blog. Right under the link to his CV.
So here it is. Now: What does this tell us about him, as a person, as a gamer, as a government official? I will attempt to translate all the dorkese.
1. - CULTURAL RELATIVISM
Every player in WoW belongs to one of two warring factions, Alliance or Horde. Werbach is Horde. Children often choose to be Alliance because they perceive them as "the good guys", but students of history (both ours and Azeroth's) recognize that Alliance culture is based on medieval European culture and Horde culture is based on the indigenous cultures that were supplanted by the West.
Werbach is a Tauren (a minotaur), which basically makes him a Native Kalimdorian. The Tauren revere nature, living in wigwams near giant totem poles. As a Shaman (see below), he could also have chosen a troll (blue-skinned Jamaican-like monster) or an orc (green-skinned Klingon-like monster), so there must be something about the cow-man that appeals to his liberal guilt.
2. - CLASS WARFARE
The Shaman is a "hybrid" class, which means depending on where you put your points you can be: A) a ranged spellcaster with comparatively strong armor, B) a melee fighter with comparatively weak armor, or C) a healer with comparatively strong armor.
The fact that he chose a hybrid class signifies that he's open-minded -- like me (SHAMMIES FTW LOL), he probably didn't know exactly what he wanted to do at the end of the game, and he didn't want to be limited. So I feel much safer with a shaman than I would with a mage, warlock, rogue or hunter, all of which are strictly damage-oriented.
The fact that he chose C) (his build, under the Talents tab, is 0/8/53) means that he enjoys helping people, and being depended on. Again, this is exactly what I'd expect from someone aligned with Obama.
3. - IVORY TOWER
So how far has he gotten? Well, he's definitely not "hardcore". A hardcore raider would have beaten the game, which means defeating the demon Kil'jaeden, and no one in his guild has even set foot in the final raid "dungeon" where old Killy J lives. Nor have they beaten Lady Vashj, three raids before that - they haven't even beaten Zul'jin, which is only a 10-man job! I'VE done that! (Granted, that was after the 30% Hit Point reduction dropped a few weeks ago.)
However, they're no slackers - they're ranked #36 on their realm - and neither is Werbach. He's got the head, chest, gloves and belt from Karazhan (the entry-level 10-man raid), the shoulders and trinket from Gruul's (the entry-level 25-man raid), and the dagger and shield from player-vs.-player battlegrounds. There's also a good mix of badge gear in there. What all that means is that he has indeed spent dozens and dozens of hours in each of these different environments - you always have to run a place quite a few times before YOUR gear drops. So from my perspective, he either plays quite a bit more than I do or (more likely) he plays a bit less but he's been at it twice as long. Either way there's a strong commitment to the group, and to the endgame.
4. - WE ARE YOUR OVERLORDS
Werbach is still level 70, which means if he's gotten the expansion pack that came out a week ago, he hasn't spent much time on the new continent. A well-geared 70 should be able to hit 71 in just a few hours. However, this is understandable, given the promotion!
What he HAS obtained recently that I find noteworthy is the surname Jenkins. That means, some time in the past few weeks, he went far out of his way to a dungeon no one ever visits anymore just so he could kill 50 rookery whelps in 15 seconds just so he could become Supernovan Jenkins. It makes him laugh, it makes other players laugh when they see him. It is a purely social phenomenon, fitting his initial description of WoW as a primarily social space.
Why it would make you laugh - well that's an internet phenomenon unto itself, much like rickrolling. (You will probably find it funnier if you DON'T play WoW.) But so the inclusion of the Jenkins achievement in the game indicates that the people within Blizzard (the company that makes WoW) pay close attention to the community they've created, and therefore if Werbach is a guy who responds strongly toward that behavior - well that of course is exactly what I want to see from someone in power.
November 5th, 2008
|11:25 pm - with these hips, these lips, these getaway skips... i've got it made|
Okay, so now that this kind of thing is harmless instead of scary:
One of my favorite parts of last night was watching Palin try to hold back the tears. Living in her little hate-rally bubble, she genuinely thought she had it locked up. Because why pay attention to the polls in the liberal media? WHAT I JUST READ WHATEVER MY SECRETARY PUTS IN FRONT OF ME WHAT WHAT IS SO WEIRD ABOUT THAT.
But McCain's people are now revealing, to Fox News, of all outlets, that she is even dumber than we thought. Failing-the-sixth-grade dumb. And it is going to get worse.
And guys, the 2012 thing is just laughable. She'll never get past the New Hampshire primary.
October 31st, 2008
|11:21 pm - life is a highway|
Is this the end of zombie Holly Flax?
I lurve her. I want to make the outs with her.
I don't want her to be stuck forever in godforsaken Nashua. I HAVE BEEN THERE AND TRUST ME, NO GOD.
What can we do?
October 21st, 2008
|10:34 pm - poor man's poll|
If you are wearing a button-down flannel shirt, closed, and you put on another button-down flannel shirt, open, over it, this makes you look like a: