A giant sandstorm/cloud/manifestation of pure evil has descended on Salt Lake today. It seems rather out of the ordinary to me, that the entire valley appears to be coalesced in an opaque brownish cloud that LOOKS like a cloud but is far too sinister, but no one else seems to really care. Either aliens have landed and begun their slow invasion of our minds and bodies by corroding our insides with dust, or the Missionaries dusted off their shoes onto the entire valley, in which case; God help us all. Which is ironic, given the circumstances. See what I did there? Theological pun.
Sickness sucks. Specially being poisoned via bad food or a 24 hour bug (I have my suspicions) But I love trying to explain things to people when they would rather not hear it or rather, have already made up their mind as to the reasoning behind truth as they perceive it. In Laman's layman's terms, its frustrating to a ninth level of hellish power squared when you try and give a reason to someone who simply won't believe you. So... What's the point of rationalizing or defending yourself if the other person isn't open to that reasoning? Close-minded people are mind-boggling. Literally. No, literally. Their mind is scrambled because its so closed off nothing gets in or out and it scrambles it up much like those eggs in those early "This is your brain, this is your brain on drugs" commercials that DARE hashed out in the early 90s to stunt kids from thinking Drugs were the fun thing to do, even though Fungles and Napoleon himself know where the hell kids get the money to purchase expensive, dangerous narcotics. Hook em young, they say, but what's the point if all you get is a pocketful of change. HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT YOU DRUG DEALERS, PEDDLING YOUR BOY-TRODDING WARES FROM ICE CREAM TRUCKS LIKE EVER SO SWEET-TASTING BERRIES OF LIFE THAT MY BEAr may or may not have eaten last month.
So I want a puppy, and I'm going to name him Erlking. Why? Cuz it sounds f#$%ing badass.
Got to talk to the DEA today. They basically listed the various ways they will break your kneecaps and kill all your pets should the cell within your brain even consider the notion of formulating a plan of shifting even one degree closer to the other cell that could spark the imagining of stealing said drug from said workplace. The DEA doesn't fuck around, man. They will kill you. Know what else will kill you? Philly Cheese Steak sandwiches from the Dennys on 45th south exit off I-15 in Salt Lake City / Taylorsville area. Sons of bitches.
Warlocks used to be OP, but they aren't anymore; quite the opposite. I wonder if this is something Blizzard intended. It seems all classes that used to be overpowered are now slipping under the radar and Blizz iz conveniently not listening to any constructive criticism whines, rants, bitches, threats or bribes by millions of players that think things aren't as they used to be. And I can't help but wonder, despite how much it hurts my eXistence to do so, if Blizz doesn't care because a class was OP in the past. Think about it. A guy who dominated everyone for 2 years running suddenly complains he's too weak. Sounds like a lot of whining doesn't it. I suppose Blizzard looks at things from a broader spectrum, which would make sense, given all their goddamn jerk-knee changes to the game reflects the fact that no one, not even a distant relative or retarded gerbil, among Blizzards employees even plays the game or has ever played it in the past so they relatively no clue what needs fixing anyway. All they know = 20 million people like their stupid Ret Pallies and Death Knights and that brings in the money. Why fix anything else? The name of the Business game is make big bucks, and by the official "rules", blizzard is winning. They shut down countless other MMOs: Guild Wars ( I think, but its not like anyone cared about that game anyway) Matrix Online, Age of Conan, countless free MMOs, Hellgate London (not significant in anyway given what a spectacular monument of pure FAILBOT that it was) so on and so forth.
Oh, and some guy said I smelled funny at work today. Can you believe the rude NERVE of that guy? What an ass.
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You amuse me. Sorry about that.
I'm also sorry that you're sick.
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