Here I go, bringing up WoW again, but Azeroth is a place I can’t seem to stay away from for long. And every time I go back, I find more reasons to stop playing. I graciously accepted an offer for 7 days of free game time (in celebration of WoW’s 5th anniversary), and within hours I started understanding both WoW and my class better than ever. It made me realize that I just wasn’t a fan of the MMO gameplay model. I’m all about tweaking a character, but spending countless hours pulling groups together and making hardly any progress while hardcore players tackle the fun content and reap the most exciting rewards in a fraction of the time just makes me feel like a pussy.

It all ties back to my love for character customization and being the biggest badass possible. In WoW, it’s just too much effort. At the end of the day, it’s still a video game and no matter how phat your loot, it doesn’t count for anything in the real world. The novelty that used to draw me into WoW has faded and I’m left with the bitter reality that the end-game isn’t what I expected; it’s too much like work. I can see why it steals souls and destroys families, but it’s not for me. I’ll stick to single-player games, where I can get the same satisfaction in a fraction of the time.

Still, the allure of being the biggest eBadass in all of Azeroth and leading devastating raids on the Alliance calls to the geek in me. An infatuation with fantasy and adventure, you might say — or maybe it was the desire for admiration from my peers and shear terror from my enemies. I always wanted to climb the ladders to the top, form a top-tier raiding and PvP guild, and control the server with my 1337 gear and widespread influence. I realized the goal(s) had no real significance and didn’t warrant the effort — similar to most other online games I’ve ever played. From now on, I think I can tackle an MMO and keep a pretty realistic mindset about how much time is really worth pouring into it. I’ll just have to remember: I need to enjoy the journey and nevermind the destination. When Diablo III finally rolls around, I’m going to play the shit out of it and enjoy every last blood-soaked moment, but I won’t give myself any delusions about how far I’m willing to take that addiction.

Reaching max level and gearing up for the game’s biggest challenges? A fun goal that ultimately guarantees your time spent will be worth the money paid. Wasting away trying to cram as many continuous hours into it as I can? No thank you, not anymore. It’s been proven with WoW — sure, I never quite went on to the “biggest” challenges, but I accomplished my original goals: I dinged 80, bought my epic mount, and worked hard to gear up. Ultimately, my toon is terribad (WoW-speak, anyone?), but I had fun doing it. Whereas before, I’d look for more excuses to keep playing, I’m finally understanding and accepting that it’s not a worthwhile goal, in the end. I had my fun, and I knew from the beginning I was bound to pack it up. Time to do just that and wait for the next addiction — be it Cataclysm, StarCraft II, or Diablo III.

Yeah, I said it — Cataclysm. What? Exploring new content was part of WoW’s appeal to me, and let’s face it, finally flying around old world zones is going to make things interesting. And let’s not forget the upcoming Looking For Dungeon feature, which will making running instances and raids a lot easier and accessible. OK… so maybe I have some unfinished business in Azeroth, but when these seven days are up I’m throwing in the towel for a few months. Destination: Cataclysm.

That, or the slew of other games I’m just dying to get my hands on. There’s too many to list, and it’s been a while since I’ve felt much enthusiasm for the industry. Time will tell whether that enthusiasm is justified, but nonetheless, there’s a lot of great gaming in store for the next year.

Irgendwie scheint es in den einschlägigen Blogs und Foren einen Konsens zu geben, dass Ursula demnächst keinen Schaden mehr anrichten kann, ein bissel die Statistik frisieren und die Arbeitsmarktsituation schönreden, was soll da schon schlimmes passieren?
Ich bin da weniger optimistisch: Wenn Ursula sich im Kampf gegen Arbeitslose genau so schuldbewusst engagiert wie im Kampf gegen das Internet und kinderlose Akademiker, ja dann dürfte bald in den Wohnzimmern der Unterschicht im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes ein eisiger Wind einkehren.
Ich bin zwar zum Glück derzeit subjektiv weder von Armut noch von Arbeitslosigkeit bedroht, aber “Sperren statt Löschen” im Internet ist mir dann doch irgendwie lieber als “Züchtigen statt Zahlen” in den Ämtern!
Vielleicht sollte man sich vorsichtshalber jetzt schon Aktien im Bereich Wachdienste, Gebäudeüberwachung, Pfefferspray und so Zeugs rund um das Thema “gesellschaftlicher Niedergang” ins Depot nehmen?

Naja, wenigstens geht jetzt endlich der Lissabon Vertrag so richtig los und wegen der vereinbarten Militarisierung Europas bleiben uns dann hoffentlich demnächst solche beschämenden Niederlagen wie in Afghanistan erspart! Außerdem können wir deshalb in Zukunft vielleicht auch mal wieder -äh- “traditionelle” Deutsche Militärparaden sehen, guck mal, bei den Chinesen sieht das doch auch recht hübsch aus:

Numbers that grab your attention

Graph by: Little-J-97 via Graph Jam Builder

Loads of stuffs happened over the past week and i no time to update in details every single one so i’m just going to pick a few and just put it here for the sake of updating.

Played a game of “Vocable” with my girlfriend in Summit’s Starbucks, a localized version of “Scrabble” which my sister used to have but lost in transit when we moved from house to house. I, of course introduced it to my girlfriend and somehow she got addicted and everytime when we have a drink there, she’d pull out the board and start the game. The only difference is, our rules.

Everything in the dictionary obviously, allowed. 1337 words like “wry” are also allowed which you can spot some on the board. Nonsensical words like “Nolegz” are also allowed ^{what the hell is a “nolegz” o_O?} According to my girlfriend, “nolegz” means, without a leg. Oh btw, the “Z” was added by none other than me -.- abbreviations are also forcefully allowed after careful consideration “ ^{JWM” stands for J.W. Marriot} Hokkien maybe if you can form.

Apparently, our rule is no rule. Even words that are technically, logically and practically spelled wrong is allowed ^{NOTE : “kare”;”care”} but i mean what the heck right, as long as we had fun that should be the point.

Great news!! I’m going to be RM17,000.00 richer by tomorrow morning because my SIM card number has been chosen to be one of the lucky winners to win the weekly/monthly prize. I’m going to do exactly what i was told to do, pick up the phone, called that DiGi registered cellphone number, collect my prize and hire myself some slaves to do house chores. I am so excited and probably lose sleep over it tonight… oh damn but i have classes tomorrow, how T___T

Girlfriend bought me a gift for our 2nd anniversary and also graduation but i’ll most probably ignore the latter because she had already bought me one earlier this year. I would love to show how beautiful, exquisite and luxurious it looks but i don’t have enough pictures just yet! Will reveal when everything is complete.

Trip is coming up this Monday, the delayed 2nd anniversary celebration due to my girlfriend’s final examinations and we’re going somewhere pretty far this time =O more details to come.

Låt mig kort hänga kvar bland våra åttafotade vänner.
En till spindel förtjänar att omnämnas. Den brasilianska vandringsspindeln, Phoneutria nigriventer.
Phoneutria gillar mörka platser som skor, gamla kläder, källare och gillar särskilt att placera sig ovanpå strömbrytaren för lampan i badrummet… ok det sista kan vara osäkert.
Phoneutria har ett gift fullt av leet. Japp, giftet heter PhTx3, fullt av dödlig 1337 således
PhTx3 förlamar kroppens muskler och stoppar andningen. Poff och du är död (räkna till hundra).
Fast nu vore inte Phoneutria värd att nämnas här bara för att den är rejält giftig. Det finns massor av dödliga djur, skorpioner, havsormar, maneter, getingar, ormar. Alla bor längre bort än Sörmland så risken att möta dem i naturen är hemskt liten. Om du inte är en sådan som åker på charter. Men, skyll dig själv isåfall. Här får du inga sympatier.
Om giftet inte dödar dig, och du är man, kommer det att orsaka ett rejält hard-on som varar i flera timmar. Kombinerat med att giftet retar dina smärtreceptorer till att slå på turbon kan man bara ana precis hur dum man känner sig som trodde att spindel bara ville skaka tass med en nordbo på besök.

Phoneutria signalerar att den här hooden tillhör Cribs.

Alle nörgeln über die unwürdige Regierungserklärung von Angela und dass Sie mal wieder ausser Staubsaugervertreter-Sprechblasen keinerlei Content geliefert hat und wie qualvoll es sei sich die Regierungserklärung anzuhören. Ja, stimmt, fast 60 Minuten dümmstes Angela-Hardcore-Gesülz, da bedarf es schon eines unbedingten Siegeswillens, sich das wirklich ganz bis zum Schluss anzuhören, vor allem wenn der Kampfgeist schon durch das Studium des Koalitionsvertrags angeschlagen ist.
Für regen Geist und frohes Herz kann ich da nur die Rede von Lafo empfehlen (hier geht’s zum Video), meiner Meinung nach eine der besten Oskar-Reden überhaupt!

Conversations with regular people really tick me off when they’re about one (or both) of two things: the bubble, and evolution. And this is largely due to the ignorance and pomposity normally displayed by the people discussing them (see below).

Monkeys, eh? Reaaaally naowww meow meow.

Note the raised eyebrows and lowered lids? (Warning: Do not try this expression on at home. There is no going back: I tried it on for size and am now writing from a point of heightened self-assurance and assclownery.) Right. What you don’t see in this image is the impending implosion of his brain matter from his overwhelming and ever-increasing pomposity; think jellyfish, teleportation and the Marianna Trench. No – it’s not always easy being a pompous ass (see below).

Oh the pressure.

Today, I’m going to focus on the first one, the bubble, mainly because that one requires a little less thought and provides many pretty images that will snag your wandering attention time and again. To start with:

Pretty No?

This is the most recent article (about mumblecore in Islamabad) where I’ve heard the term ‘bubble’ used to describe the way the elite/youth live in Islamabad and other cities of Pakistan i.e. “The kids are living in a bubble.” I take issue with this descriptor of life here, partly because I am of these ‘kids’, and largely because it’s an inaccurate statement. It is an inaccurate statement for two reasons. (Are you following this discourse? We have introduced in the beginning two main subjects of contention, and following that two more sub-subjects of contention, as evidence for one of the first two. That is four variables to keep in mind so far, so pay attention.)

The first reason we don’t live in a bubble is: we’re not floating around like jellyfish, getting feces thrown at us. For two (or rather, 1b), we don’t keep rising till we pop and – for three (1c) – we don’t pop. When has Islamabad ever popped? When has ANYONE in Islamabad ever popped (apart from the legions of aunties that have done nothing BUT pop, one after the other, out the entire population of this city, Pop. 2,000,000)?

Don't worry, it's just a little prick.

Alright. So there’s terrorism. There’s paranoia. Every man/woman with a beard/burqa/both, is suspect. But we’re still listening to David Guetta and we’re still making out to CCR and we’re still shagging to the Fleet Foxes – in that order. I do not hear any non-cherry popping here. And this doesn’t mean no one knows about the British and their fancy shmancy suspenders and new-fangled “cigarettes”. People have a pretty fair pictures of what’s going on in the world around them. The life we’re living, the world we’re living it in, is REAL – it is as real as the money America and look! More pretty pictures of bubbles!

We are so many - we are ready to pwn you!

The second reason we don’t live in a bubble is: we are not non-porous. Which is to say, bubbles are like perpetual virgins in India i.e. they cannot let foreign objects enter or exit them without popping, but we, as an elite/youth group, are not exclusionary in the same way (especially because when there’s all of ten people to hang out with in Islamabad you can’t afford to be too picky, not to mention all the diplomacy and Black [Magic] Watering going on here and that does not mean the Diplomatic Enclave is Santana’s personal pee-pen). There are all kinds of social, political, informational in-and-out dynamics happening in this city; like the urbanized equivalent of (insert own hilariously creative analogy here referencing sexual acts and objects).

Santana: His shirt already fulfils that hole in his life.

There’s a third reason also. I realize I did not introduce you to this reason earlier on in this post but that’s because the reason (is youuuu… no? Okay.) was a little busy getting itself properly pickled, having successfully divorced its mate – rationality – a little earlier on in the day. The alimony has proved to be a bitch; now even you are not enough. So Reason 3, or Riason de’Trois (see what I did there?), is that no one is actually blowing these bubbles. Bubbles are generally lucky in that their very existence depends on somebody blowing them, which people love to do, in all manner of ways (spit bubbles, with their high mortality rates, come to mind and on mouth.) However, I do not see a giant bubble-blower in the sky making sure we are comfortably ensconced in the transparent finery of a spherical, 1337 existence.

And it was said, Let there be light, floaty things people shall live in the inside of... And blow and behold, here are bubbles.

Finally, not struggling to survive and living a life of ease or comfort does not automatically put you in a bubble – that’s like saying people with superpowers live in Heaven. They clearly don’t; look at Superman screwing up relationships and endangering the lives of others, and himself, with his dumb-schmuck shenanigans. Or Spiderman turning into an all out flaming emo just because he thought the ladies would like it (we don’t, we really don’t) only to find out that they didn’t (see?).

When he thinks nobody is looking Spidey likes to stare off into the distance, practicing his I-eat-gratuitously-ha-ha-disregard-that-I-suck-cocks expression.

Of course, none of this changes the fact that grinding poverty and lack of basic necessities such as water, food, shampoo (see above image) and superpowers really, really suck. But it doesn’t make that life more ‘real’ than any other; just more desperate and less padded around with ‘bullshit’. Oh wait… Less padded around with bullshit … HAHA DISREGARD THAT I SUCK COCKS!

(In my defense, life in any urban center in any country in any world – except Eroticon Six wait was that my first ever reference to H2G2? Adams-Five! – will always be padded around with bullshit. Navigating that treacherous treacle of animal splatter is, however, what makes the world go round and round, floating along retardedly on its crooked axis in that big old mess of spaceage at the mercy of the first long, needle-shaped bit of debris to come along, guided no doubt by the ineffable hand of He Who Pwns That Prick. Wow … I’m going to stop here.)

Tjena det e tisdag eftermiddag och dagen är snart kul, det har varit en ganska rolig lektion fast vi bloggar, som btw inte riktigt är min grej, en till skön låt: Kid Cudi – Cudi Zone. Sen när man kommer hem då jävlar ska man spela!

Tja, det här är mitt första inlägg som jag skriver men har inte nåt direkt intresse för att blogga och det är en uppgift som vi ska göra. Så idag har vi startat en blogg som är denna som jag skriver i just nu ja det är väl det jag har att säga tja då…

Skön låt (Youtube Klipp): Lamb of God – Laid To Rest.

Bienvenidos a otra edición de El Suplemento de Zuplemento (SUPdeZUP o SdZ). El compilado de tiras cómicas de artistas venezolanos e invitados internacionales; publicado gratis en línea todos los domingos.

Fe de Erratas: En la edición pasada no salió publicado el trabajo de ms-doc, ya fue corregido.

Del concurso de cómic que intentamos promover en el SdZ100, no hemos obtenido mucha respuesta por parte del público, todavía están a tiempo. Los interesados pueden pasar por aquí.

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CÓMICS (algunas imágenes pueden ampliarse al ser clickeadas, duh)

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Ron y Vodka
por RAW [http://ronyvodka.smackjeeves.com]

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Die Schrödingers Katze
por Noiryaguara [http://decadentiacoprofaga.blogspot.com]

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Dibujitos
por Javo01 [http://javo01.deviantart.com]

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Sopa, Seco y Jugo: “Keep Walking: The Real”
por Analí De Sousa [http://sopasecoyjugo.wordpress.com]

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Miss Hellothere
por Rogger [http://orangerender.wordpress.com]

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“Esos escatológicos Pájaros“
por Paduano [http://paduano.blogspot.com]

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Garabatos
por Casanova [http://henryhumor.wordpress.com]

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Te Tocó El Infierno
por soyellobo [http://soyellobo.blogspot.com]

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“Msj en clase“
por James Weinreb [http://hamesu.deviantart.com]

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“Censura2 / Sin censura“
por Necrodandy [http://necrodandysouvenir.blogspot.com]

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Nuloman: “NuloLápiz“
por Sergio Almendro [http://karakenio.wordpress.com]

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EXTRAS INTERNACIONALES

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Macanudo
por Liniers, de Argentina [http://autoliniers.blogspot.com]

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xkcd
por Randall Munroe, de EEUU [http://xkcd.com]

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Schmähungen der intellektuellen Fähigkeiten eines Gesprächspartners sind ja bekanntermaßen besonders dann gefährlich, wenn diese nicht aus der Luft gegriffen sind.
Aber auch Kritik zur allgemeinen Entwicklung und insbesondere zur wirtschaftlichen und kulturellen Immigrantenintegration einer Großstadt kann großen Zorn hervorrufen!
Thilo Sarrazin – der Schlingensief der Exekutive – hat es nach seiner großartigen Medienaktion gegen Unterernährung und Tuberkulose, dem Speiseplan für Hartz4-Empfänger, schon wieder geschafft.
Erfolgreich konnte er die allgemeine “The crisis is over”-Kakophonie der Medien durchbrechen und die Tagesordnung durch realitätsrelevante Themen bereichern.
Da er zum Dank von Presse und Internet dafür gerade ziemlich in die Mangel genommen wird, hier ein paar Tipps:
1. Wenn man mit brauner Soße übergossen wird, kann man das am besten durch Bibelzitate wieder abwaschen. Je nach Publikum sollte man auch mal den Papst oder Kant oder Voltaire bringen. Auf gar keinen Fall sollte Thilo in seiner aktuellen Lage Kritik am Staat Israel auch nur erwägen!
2. In Talkshows und Interviews wollen die jetzt keine sachliche Erörterung sondern Skandal und Entrüstung! Daher am besten gar nichts zu Sache sagen sondern für die aus den Feststellungen von der Presse gezogenen Schlüsse den Moderator oder andere Anwesende als Urheber dieses braunen Gedankenguts beschimpfen. Dabei immer schön die eigene Vorliebe für Kultururlaub in den Anden und Tibet und so betonen!
3. Wenn nichts mehr hilft, mal Herrn Schlingensief anrufen und fragen wie man den Kopf wieder aus der Schlinge kriegt.

I’m the first member at The Exiled Gamers to reach 1337 posts, because all their base are belong to me (as they say).

412 Approved presents Show Me Love, October 9th, 2009 in Pittsburgh, PA at the Elks Lodge in Braddock. This was a totally fun flyer to design. Not only because I LOVE LOVE LOVE Halloween and anything to do with it, but I got to do another collaboration piece. This time it was with the one and only Laurel Munshower. She is an incredible illustrator. Anyhow, this piece was a half page, color both sides, done in a quantity of 2000.

Links to Laurel’s work:

www.LMUNSHOWER.com

http://ipanema-duchess.livejournal.com

http://vyxee.deviantart.com

Facebook es un servicio de red social que es muy bueno para compartir fotos y comentar en todo lo que nuestros amigos postean. Pero aveces necesitamos mas de lo que nos dejan Asi que aqui dejo 5 Hacks de Facebook que son mis favoritos (y llegan a ser muy ultiles)

Foto de Facebook en Album Original 

Este Script hace que podamos ver una foto en la que alguien este etiquetado (tag) en su album original, aunque no tengamos a esa persona agregada. Asi podemos ver las fotos de alguien sin tener que agregarlos.

Requisitos:

Quitar Ads de Facebook

Sabemos de que Facebook no cobra por su servicio y tiene que valerse de publicidad para seguir viviendo, pero a algunos (Como Yo!) Nos molesta tener esos anuncios moviendose y diciendo muchas cosas raras. Este Script se dehace de el

Requisitos:

Todas las fotos infinitas

Cuando vemos las fotos en la que un usuario esta etiquetado, nos dan 2 opciones: en las que se han etiquetado ellos y las que los han etiquetado otras personas. El problema es que nunca vemos ambas de un solo, este script arregla todo. Muestra fotos en orden cronologico DE UN SOLO!!!!

Requisitos:

ToolBar de Firefox

Esta tool nos permite tener en todo momento nuestro Facebook, podemos agregar fotos saber cuando nos “pokean” o nos etiquetan en algo, buscar en Facebook y el boton de compartir lo que vemos en Facebook. Aparte de las notificaciones de lo que esta pasando.

Requisitos:

Ver album de Usuario “Privado”

Paso 1. Log In a Facebook
Paso 2. Busca el ID de Profile Unico la persona
Para esto mandamos un mensaje o ponemos “ver amigos” del usuario que queremos.
Copiamos el numero que esta en la barra del URL. (Este es el ID Unico)
Paso 3. Ahora usamos los siguientes links con el ID que tenemos.

Fotos Etiquetadas por otros:

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=12345678&op=1&view=all&subj=[ID UNICO]&id=[ID UNICO]

Fotos Etiquetadas por ellos:

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=13245678&op=1&view=user&subj=[ID UNICO]&id=[ID UNICO]

En cada link estan los spacios para [ID UNICO], solo tienes que remplazar el Numero que ya tenemos en esos espacios. La direccion no tiene que tener [Brackets].

Paso 4. Ahora puedes ver 40 fotos de esa persona con profile privado. (Hmm, que pasara si lo fusionamos con los otros scripts? MWAHAHA! )

10(#|\|104[)   this is lochnload in leet (1337) speak.

The 1337 alphabet was apparently invented by people to bypass word filters on bulletin boards.