The AznGeek

Posted by Morpork at January 22nd, 2008

In the wee hours before I sleep, I tend to have some mental activity. I was thinking what kind of roleplaying we are doing in real life. After all, are we not all actors,
“That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”?

And by mental I mean completely mental.

I remember those choose your own adventure books and in some of them where combat is involved and you get to lug around a sword and a bow, you have to determine your stats in the character sheet. Your name is irrelevant and the first section deals with your HP. I don’t know about you but HP is definitely not my first choice of something to have in abundance. I would rather have several Canon or something but that’s just me.

The next deals with your Strength which you randomly roll with a dice. There is no benefit in having a low score for this one and most of the time you’d want to write the greatest number allowed. I remember it was along the lines of 2d6 + 3. Or more simply, two six-sided dice rolls plus 3. Or even more simply: 5 - 15.

In combat, if you lose, please restart from the beginning. Now who’d bother with combat anymore?
I don’t know where I’m going with this one, but the next section deals with your possessions. The Backpack is indispensable for any adventurer and key items must be stored here to use when the final battle arises. Or to give to a particularly hostile tribe of savages to prevent them from auto-killing you on contact. Key items are best known to be found in the inventory of passing merchants, who will also have many artifacts and trinkets for sale. The thing is, he is going to have up to a dozen things for sale and you never have enough money to buy them all. To top it off, the most expensive item is not necessarily the key item you are looking for. In fact you have no idea that you even need one. Some of these items are even useless even when presented with the option to use them. For example, if you have the rune stone of Barak’tur, turn to page 123, if not turn to page 66. If you turn to page 123, you will hold up the stone but nothing will happen because it is just a stone with some chalk on it. The monster you are facing will attack you while you are defenseless and hurt you for half your HP. Now turn to page 66.

So when I roleplay myself, I tend to think that we are many times dealt with the passing merchant conundrum. The thing we will desperately need and want will be there for us but we will have no idea to pick it up there and then.

Anyway I must now eat a ration or lose 3 HP. Even though I just had one one page ago. Stupid imperatives.

I hope you liked my article on the character sheet. Perhaps you might decide to have one of yourself. In fact I think I’ll include my LED light as part of my inventory. You never know when you’ll need the light. Especially in cinemas. Don’t want to be eaten by a grue now do you?

Posted by azngeek at January 19th, 2008

The three preceding words… to the emancipation of any elite male credentials you may have once held or feigned to have held.

(O. Yes. Before I continue on with my rant, I must warn you. Some of you may take offense from this article. If you do so choose to read it. Take it in with an open mind and a light heart.)

So as I was saying. Marriage. The thing that basically breaks you or makes you as a man. I would say marriage is analogous to a non-compete agreement between an employer/company with an employee. You basically sign off your rights, to walk away from the company and work for the competitor. You therefore sign away your rights to be appreciated. Why should an employer treat you with respect, and treat you well, heck he could fire you back then, and you’d be disallowed from working in the same industry for years to come. Sure they might have offered you a nice package, lets say you are laid off, and the term for your non-compete agreement is 5 years, and lets say they lay you off, and pay you 5 years full pay. A lump sum. Sounds like a sweet deal? Lets look at it from this perspective.

1. If it were a real good deal. Why would they get to sign off on that agreement in the first place? Because the world is a happy happy la la place and everyone loves one another? I think not
2. In those 5 years you’ll be unemployable in that industry, and in those 5 years you’ll become incapacitated from twiddling your fingers. Not only that, you’d have that “I’ve not been working with this stuff for 5 year” vibe.
3. Previous contacts from the industry will mostly no longer be great contacts.

Sounds like a brilliant deal? One-sided. Yes.

And modern day marriages? That’s what I wanted to talk about. Marriage signs away the males right to walk away from a bad relationship. If she treats you horribly in the relationship. You can’t walk away. If you do choose to do so? Unlike the non-compete agreement, when you get “fired”, not only do you not get that lump sum,you have to pay severely for such foolishness.
And like I said. If you were an elite male beforehand. Again.

1. You’d be rusty as hell. And the fact that you were once married, you are now tainted as the divorcee with the now heavy separation payments
2. Your previous contacts would no longer be good.

So a woman always complains that marriage is a bad thing for them. Then why is it that it’s the men that are afraid to commit. Not the women? Why is it that a company would want their employees to sign the non-compete agreement, and not the employees.

So you know what to do guys. Protect them testicles!

(NOTE: No animals were killed in the writing of this I guess somewhat sexist article. It was all in good natured fun, and it was just something for others to ponder on. I’m not saying women are evil. Men are evil too. I’m just saying that people in general, are just evil. Bah.)

Singing off,

Azngeek

Posted by psych at January 17th, 2008

High school, uni, same old thing. I cant help but keep my table as messed up as possible. Piling things up etc. Exams nearing. Explains the abundance of notes/food everywhere. And the junk food (cookies are junk no matter what some people think, kinda a given) is regretably the only thing thats been keeping me happy lately. Coffee helps but you cant bite/chew on coffee (duh). Not much time to spend with them mind thoughts but I’ll rely on that picture=a thousand words adage. Ive learnt something recently, I hate, no, I f*n despise james blunts annoying ass voice during stressy times. So.. yea. Waiting to return home to Klang asap (25th!!! cant come soon enough). Bad pics, as per sucky camera. Itll have to do. Mental pictures cant be sent to my comp for some reason o0 freaky…

Actually it doesnt look that bad in the pics. Might be me just feeling pissy and exagerrating. Dunno, dont care. Clutter pisses me off but I cant seem to live without it. Reminds me of that blue screen thing that happened with Win98. Weird/awesome comparison. Back to work.

LL,

pSyCh

Posted by wordsmith at January 2nd, 2008

by wordsmith

1. The snooze button on the alarm clock becomes a vice;
2. Handwriting becomes a tad illegible;
3. Misplaced brain somewhere in oblivion needs to be tracked down;
4. Busy routine needs to be adapted…again;
5. The days of boredom are long gone;
6. Uniform for some cosmic reason seems smaller than before;
7. Homework is the new best friend;
8. School desk is deluded as comfy pillow;
9. Early to bed; early to rise;
10. Regretting and sighing are common habits.

The above post is mainly directed to schooling people. As much as I have grown accustomed to the aforementioned repercussions, a little adapting is always necessary on my part as the long school holidays (> a month) can do a lot of damage to the brain and mind; especially mine since I have S.A.D…I think.

I am bracing myself for the new school year which begins tomorrow. It is merely just a piece of cake since the only cardinal thing I have to do is sit for my SPM examination and ace it. Hah, piece of cake? Who am I kidding? It’s more like a pizza inundated with cheese, pepperoni and the like. Nasty. Gross. Yuck. Eww. Pure torture.