Grub

05:08 pm: The Case of the Smoking Asphalt

Not quite two weeks ago, a Thursday night, on my way home from work, I ran into her. The classiest dame I'd ever met.

She was long, lean, elegant. She had short cropped hair, big brown eyes, and legs up to here. She moved with a runners grace, and as I looked out my side window and met her large doe-eyes, I knew we were on a collision course.

And then it happened. She tried to give me the last kiss goodnight, the big sleep, the hard goodbye.

Not quite two weeks ago, a Thursday night, on my way home from work...a deer sideswiped my car.





In further news, I quit my job one week ago today and am now looking into other options. The walkabout seems unlikely due to the logistics of it, though remains a remote possibility. Most likely, though, gonna find something part time and go back to school.

So how's tricks, folks?

01:40 am: A Grub walks into a bar one day...
So. Yeah. Haven't been online much lately. And honestly, I'm about to get a lot scarecer. I'm moving out of my apartment Sunday because my brother had to move recently and I just don't have the cash to keep the place on my own. I have an idea of where I'm going, but I won't have a land-line or 'net there.

Basically, it means that I'm gonna be out for at least a couple months again. Not really something I was expecting so soon after coming back to the game, but there you have it. x_o

I'm debating what I'm going to do now, honestly. Two main ideas floatin' through my head. Both agree that I should save my cash for a couple months. The responsible part of me says that I should then go back to school. Be all responsible an' shit.

The other part of me wants to say "Fuck it," by a bicycle, pack a few changes of clothes, and back-pack cross country on the cheap. Carry a sleepin' bag and tent and sleep out in the wood-type-things if I don't crash on a couch. Get all smelly with the smell of getting really sweaty and not showering for a week at a time. That kinda thing. Basically, become a hobo-sans-choochoo. At least for a while. Go walk-about, as it were.

I'm actually kind of evenly split on this. I'm miserable with my current job, my prospects are nil, and at approaching 31, I'm less sure about my place in life now than I was when I was 18. Either seems a viable option at this point.

So yeah. That's where Grub is at present.

09:16 pm: A Brief Interlude
There's a sound of tape sticking and ripping as a fuzzy little arm reaches through a tiny hole to seal up the top of a box. The little arm pulls back in and a perfectly fitted piece of wood is slotted back to fill the hole from the inside. The camera zooms out to show the box is all sealed up and has an addressed letter taped to the top. It's sitting beside a Dalaran mailbox. From inside the box comes a muffled giggle...

"Hee hee. Mister Grub be soooooo surprised to see Chakto!"

10:59 pm: [Gamehshog] Payback's A Bitch
( They're hell, too. )

12:21 am: A letter! Huzzah!
Dear Tuie,

Am currently writing you from somewhere under the ocean with lots of creepy fish and Naga-types, as well as folks who was ship-wrecked and figured on kicking some naga ass before going home. Found this, thought you might like it. Also have met a seahorsey. He is a right terror and I think his name is Oceancookie, or something.

Be back for dinner.

Wuv,
   Gwub

P.S.
The punkin holds water like a bitch.

*The letter includes a sheet of soggy paper with some sort of formulaic writing on it*

04:13 am: [Gamehshog] Happy Days
( First story in a couple of years, wot?! )

02:43 am: Didja get that thing I sentcha?
I'M BACK, BITCHES!!!

...Back online, anyway. I naow haz ownershipz of inturnetz. So. Do a little dance! Make a little love! Get down tonight! Get down tonight!

01:47 pm: Boop.

Boop. That's the sound the phone makes when someone's calling in. Boop.

Long month has been long. Haven't saved up enough for first, last & security yet, but I'm getting there. Still trying to find just the right apartment, too.

All that said, there are three things I've learned over the past few weeks that I can say with absolutely no uncertainty.

(1)  Prototype is, without a doubt, one of the most absolutely bad-ass games of all time. I want to be horribly and painfully mutated by a virus that will give me terrible shapeshifting/person absorbing abilities.

(2) Overlord II is horribly hilarious.

(3) The Dethalbum II is every bit as awesome as the first, if not better. I find it impossible to pick a specific favorite song. They're all good, every last one. Not a single disappointment of a song anywhere. Oh, wait. I think I've got my favorite song, though it was painfully hard to decide. Murmaider II: The Water God. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EfYqTI8WsJY

The best part, though, is that I got the deluxe edition. So I've got me some tour footage to catch later. >_>

12:59 pm: Oi!

Two things, today.

First:

So, a couple days ago I picked up Batman: Arkham Asylum for the PC. My reaction after two days of playing and getting through the main story on Normal(haven't spent much time on the challenges, and I still have about 42 of the Riddler's puzzles to go back and finish) leave me with just one word and a letter to say about the game.

"Fuckin' A."

It's not an ok game. It's not a good game. And it's not an alright game. It's a god-damned amazingly great game. The controls are tight, the combat flows smooth as silk, and nothing beats swooping down from a gargoyle, dragging some poor sod up and leaving him dangling before swooping away as three more goons come to see what's going on, then blowing out a wall to knock the whole damned bunch out cold as they crowd around to figure out what happened to the first guy.

And the voice cast? They used a lot of actors from the old 90's animated series, including fan favorites Kevin Conroy and Mark Hammil; both of whom, in my opinion, always were and will be the epitome of what Bats and The Joker should sound like. None of Christian Bale's "I sound like I need a lozenge" smoker's voice(great actor, the man may well be, but he should leave the voice-work to the pros). For any who're wondering if he's lost it, no. Mark Hammil still makes the Joker sound as full-on whoop-ass-crazy as ever.


Now then.

Second:

So. How many of you have somehow heard of(word of mouth, previews, what have you) the soon to be released film "Zombieland"? For the edification of those who haven't, it's a new zom-edy(I make new word har.) starring Woody Harrelson set to be released in just a few days, on the 2nd of October.

And how many of you were aware that before I moved to Shy-town, I worked as a costumed performer(on-stage and off) at an amusement park in South Georgia called Wild Adventures? For the edification of those who weren't...um...I did.

Now. Some of you are probably wondering exactly why I'm asking such seemingly pointless questions, and to you I promise that there is a reason.

See... While I wasn't personally in the movie(but only because I was still in Chicago at the time, DAMN THE LUCK), it just so happens that Zombieland(October 2nd, 2009, mark your calenders) was filmed right there, in my old mascotty stomping grounds last year. The rides you'll be seeing are rides I sometimes operated and/or rode. The restaurants you see will be places I ate. And it's entirely possible that some of the zombies you'll see Woody Harrelson putting two barrels of buckshot into are people I know(but didn't put two barrels of buckshot into) as the recruited the zombies locally. Which is why I say again: "DAMN THE LUCK!" If I'd come home just a little sooner I'd have been immortalized as Zombie #26517. ;_;

So yeah. Go see Zombieland. And pretend that Grub is in there trying to eat Woody Harrelson's brain while you're at it.

01:15 pm: So the job seems to be going well. Now it's just a matter of getting a couple of full paychecks under my belt and I can start looking into getting back out on my own. After which I'm fairly certain I'll be getting back to WoW asap.

Funny thing about that, though. I've thought about it, and I've realized I actually don't miss the game that much. I miss the people like OMFGWOAH, but the game itself, while still 'fun', no longer has a Force-grip on my throat. Which means that I am coming back, but I pro'ly won't be on every single afternoon or evening. Maybe swing it to, like, every 'other'. Or I could be completely wrong and once I'm back I'll be fully under the sway of Blizzard again. :-|

But I hope not. Because I really was playing an unhealthy amount. >_<

Anywho. So. Evidently, there's actually a pretty strong Hardcore scene in the area. There was a small one way back when, but it's apparently sort of exploded over the past few years. Not a huge fan of Hardcore, but hey. It's live music-y-type events I can check out.