Me dad’s birthday is coming up on the 9th, and I’ve been racking my brains on figuring out what to get him. What do you get a well-off parent who has everything?? He’d been asking me about building him a new computer, and I knew that he needed a new computer, so I settled on getting him a 3G+wifi iPad. It’s easier that way in terms of time, but dang…all I can say is, ouch to my bank account. There goes most of my bonus.

At least dad gets to arrive in the new year in style. Now to teach him how to use it (not so fun).

There’s something wrong with the fact that my dad has an iPad and I don’t. I know that he won’t be using most of its capabilities (he’s not even subscribing to 3G service!) and that kind of makes me sad. Sweet, sweet iPad…

 

Ok, I’m a liar. I bought SC2 and said I was going to return it because I wasn’t going to play it. I’ve never played a rts (real time strategy) before, or rather, my most sad and pathetic attempts at Warcraft 3 had me quitting after a couple of games in favor of playing DotA (Defense of the Ancients). That’s not to say that I didn’t also suck it up at DotA quite hard, it just wasn’t as bad as me playing WC3.

I basically swore off rts forever and after that point. I happily played WoW as a giant noob facerolling arena 2s as a druid healer while being an omgwtf boomkin in the offtime, leveled a multitude of alts, and raided when I could. Then came the big day: I got hacked. After suffering the mental anguish resulting from e-theft, I decided I was entirely too invested in the game and decided to back off. I whittled my time commitment down to about 3 hours per week, if that. It was a good thing to happen, since it gave me time to smell some roses and shizzles, or something.

But then I got Starcraft 2.

I bought it, and didn’t open it for an entire month. I didn’t like what my friends had to say about it, so I decided it probably wasn’t for me, especially since I was such a big fat noob when it came to rts games. However, given the lazy bastard I can be at times, I did what I normally do and procrastinated. I procrastinated so long that I passed the deadline for being able to return the game. So I ended up saying, “f*ck it” and decided to try playing SC2. This decision happened when I was on vacation and had a little more time at my disposal. Thus, a brand new SC noob was born…hence the sudden drop off in frequency of already occasional posts.

Now, I hate being sucky at things. I just really hate it. Being really bad at something usually spurs me on to obsessively focus on improving my skills at whatever it is until I reach a level that I deem satisfactory. Most people I know will just brush it off and move on to the things that they are good at instead. Me, I’m all about the square peg in a round hole. (pound pound)

In the first 3 days, my noob stench was so bad that I couldn’t even tell my building structures apart as a terran player. Yes, I played the ultimate cheese race. Everyone said it was the easiest to pick up, so I tried it. I semi-improved, and I’m now approaching 2 weeks into playing the game. Oh man, what a two weeks.

Started off as terran, and just kept sucking quite hard. My noobness had no limits: I would sometimes wall off too much to the point where my own units couldn’t get out (thank goodness for flying buildings); I once sent a reaper rush to the enemy but then forgot to actually micro them, resulting in the enemy just killing them off quite easily; an enemy once built a bunker right in my own mineral lines while I was trying to be cute and harass them in their base. All in all, these things taught me that terran might not be for me.

After watching replays obsessively (I like to watch replays on my iphone at bedtime in the dark) and adoring players like HuK, TLO (<3 <3 TLO!), ITR, and Tester from afar, I decided that protoss have the most fun. Forcefields and psi storm and shizzles. So I switched to toss. Amazingly, I’m actually a better player as a toss! Go me. The difference in league matches has been dramatic—I went from always being the bottommost player on the scoreboard to top or second now, and middle of the pack at the very least. My improvement has been enough to catapult a once 2-5 record in 3v3 to 9-7…it’s actually a positive record now!

Am I addicted? I don’t think so. I still maintain my work-life balance; I go to work everyday, pay my bills, and still try new cooking recipes. Just because I like to spend a good deal of time on a game doesn’t mean I’m addicted. I’d categorize myself as “moderately obsessed.”

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Today is the first day that I’ve ridden the 8:52 bus. For the past 2-3 months I’ve always made it on to the 8:35 bus. For the two months before that I was somehow able to drag myself to the bus stop in time to catch the 7:50 or 8:00 bus. Don’t ask me how.

I’ve always been the typical night owl. Trying to wake me before 9am on a weekday is basically taking your life into your hands. My boyfriend has learned to prod me with a stick from 10 feet away for the times he knows I have to get up. He’ll only wake me up for something work related, probably because of the mortgage. It’s kinda hard to pay the bills without a job.

Anyway, today came as a surprise because I actually arrived early to the stop. What screwed me up was that I noticed dry skin on my face, so I got a little obsessed with drying to pick the little pieces of skin off. After giving up, I casually sauntered down the four floors, and arrived just in time to be enveloped by my bus’ departing cloud of exhaust. Ugh.

On the other hand, I see this is where some of the regular 8:35 attendees have dropped off to. I immediately recognized three women I hadn’t seen in a while. I guess I’m not the only one affected by DST (the devil!).

Here’s crossing fingers and hoping that my manager doesn’t notice that I’m creeping in to work 20 minutes later than usual.

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There are several regulars I see everyday on the bus. My dad once asked me what I do on the bus, to which I replied that I read while steadily ignoring the other passengers. He asked me why I don’t talk to the other people. I don’t really know why I don’t, other than I just don’t want to expend the energy to talk loudly on the bus when I’m mostly tired from a day at a job where I actually have to work now.

No, I prefer to exercise my stalker tendencies and study the people from afar so that I can make up stories about them that are probably far more interesting than the reality. Or make fun observations about them.

Old Asian drunken master: He looks like a Poindexter and definitely has a voice I’d be happy never hearing again. He could totally sub in for the role of a Kung Fu master in a movie, as long as he didn’t have to say anything.

Bible boy: He reads his bible every day on the bus. Late stages of adolescence, and has the accompanying mild acne and flush of youth. One of the rare males on the bus who actually offers his seat to females. Would make an admirable addition to the Kick Ass group.

Hot Indian chick: Has notable taste in purses. Favorite so far is the metallic silver lavender tote she regularly abuses by stuffing too much crap into, although I do like the recent new purse she’s been carrying: a chic black and white mottled medium size hobo.

Black woman who is a city worker: Found out to my detriment that she smells like rancid baby powder when I sat next to her one day. Spent the ride alternately holding my breath and getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

Smelly law student: Fairly handsome in a Matthew Fox sort of way, although he looks like he’ll be bald in another 5 years if that hairline is any indicator.

Geeky white man: Has interesting taste in reading material. Am convinced he’s the next Unabomber or closet perv.

Tall lanky older man: Looks like he’s in his 40s and always wears a pair of giant headphones. Never offers his seat to women.

Older white Bible reading man: Has comb-over and abuses hair spray for the amount of hair he has.

Midget Asian couple: Both cute as buttons, and I doubt that either of them clear 5 feet. On the lazy side, seeing as how they like to take the elevator up one floor.

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I’m amazed that this hotel is rated almost 5 stars on Expedia. First thing off, when I looked at the hotel rate on Expedia 3 weeks before I planned to be in the area the price was quoted at $175/night. Needless to say, my jaw dropped. With the group rate discount for the wedding party, the room was actually $110 per night, which was still pretty steep to me considering they don’t even include parking. The hotel charges $29 a night for valet parking, or you can go across the street to a city parking garage and pay $20 a night for parking.

Since the hotel had such a high average rating, I was expecting to be seriously wowed. Or at least, semi wowed. Instead, I was completely disappointed. The room thermostat didn’t work, there was no dvd player to go with the tv, the channel listings on the laminated card were completely wrong, the room smelled like mold, and the bathroom floor was grotty and not even completely clean. The bathroom layout is also bad, so that the bathroom door doesn’t even open past a certain point because there’s a wall section that sticks out, making it highly likely that when you’re done using the sink and you turn around without being careful that you will run smack into the edge of the open door.

On the plus side, the bed was comfortable, which came in handy since I was recovering from food poisoning. The hotel gets dinged for positioning itself as an upscale establishment with no substance and charging too much for too few amenities. And seriously….mold??

UPDATE: I have now found out that the hotel has also done the courtesy of charging me TWICE. When I checked in I gave them on card to have on file, but when I checked out I specifically requested that they use a different card to put the charges on. Instead, they’ve gone and charged both cards. Just great. What’s even stranger is that the card they shouldn’t have charged was actually $40 more than the proper amount. I don’t think I’ll ever come back here again unless we get a rate for $50 a night or something.

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