Here and there and everywhere.

I have no idea why.  Basically anything painted en plein air does.  Today’s image is by one of the real masters (and one of my absolutely favorite artists), Monet.  It’s a painting of the Japanese Gardens at Giverny.

I’m never going to be real hoity-toity classy, but at least there’s a few things that interest me other than gaming and the dregs of the modern novel society, yes?

I don’t know where to start!

I think the beginning was in LOTRO, our (previously amazingly awesomesauce) kinship imploded.  There was four or five people that just decided to split which left a small number in the guild.  A few of them had been complaining for weeks (behind that person’s back) about one of the leaders and how they bitched and complained and yelled and treated people badly (there has already been people previously that have left because of this person, including one or two of the ‘veteran’ members), and then they’d been complaining about Josh and his attitude during runs (majority of which was directed towards the RNG - remember the Wi Flag?), then there was drama over him giving me a roll he’d won that I’d given the same item to him three weeks beforehand the same night that I’d won something else (oh noes, morons, use your damned brain for a change instead of your egos).  To top it off, the people that were talking shit and ended up leaving had spent two weeks running instances and raids with us without any problems while talking shit about people that weren’t there.  [head_asplode]  We were going to stick around since we really liked the leaders and remaining people (there’s about three or four of them), and really enjoyed doing things with them and everything…. and then they mentioned that they were going to go group with the dicks that had left and we weren’t welcome.  At that point, I went and threw a few holes in the already holed up bedroom door and my head really did asplode.  It really sucks a big fat dick when you discover that people you really liked and thought liked you instead would rather kick you to the curb so that they can get in on the cool kids club.   I’m not sure why exactly - I figured maybe they’d just been lying to our faces about things, but if that was true they could have just kicked us or whoever they didn’t like from the guild.  I guess it was just more expedient to stay with the dicks that had left and run with their rules and to hell with the rest of the world.  Fucking assholedickery.  To top it off, one of their remaining members ran a raid with us last night because he couldn’t get in on the run with his own guild this weekend!

The whole situation left that really awful taste in my mouth, about the same taste that I last had in the seventh grade when my group of friends started splintering and part of them didn’t like another part, and that part didn’t like a third part, and the first part liked the third just fine but couldn’t do anything with the second part if the third was around… Hopefully your brain is asploding.  We ended up just saying goodbye, have a great life, and walking away (which was definately the higher ground).  I felt like shit for about a day, then really started to think about things and realized that the entire reason the guild had fallen apart was due to something that had occured before we even joined.  (which one of the dicks that left had pointed out, but I hadn’t given much creedance to at the time, since it’s a real assholey reason)  We started looking at WoW seriously, and we’ve decided that it’d be dumb to check it out right now (we’d have to buy me a whole new account since I gave mine to Sean years ago) plus both of us the Burning Crusade expansion (since I’d *have* to play a Blood Elf).  If we wait, we can hope that with Wrath of the Lich King that they finally bundle the original and second expansion in with it.  If not, meh.  Warhammer’s already gone gold and open beta starts the 7th.

We also resubbed to AC for the 100th patch.  There’s a decent (for AC) amount of active people running around, and we’ve actually seen more than a few people that haven’t hit the level cap yet.  I guess not everyone is a dirty cheating macro whore.  There’s a huge amount of content just from this latest patch, and we’ve got almost two years worth of patches (some were far more sparce than others) to catch up on.  I’m hoping it’ll keep the bulk of our attention at least until Moria comes out (the LOTRO expansion).  At least there we know practically the entire server, and there’s not the same bullshit guild drama that we’ve finally worked our way out of in LOTRO.  I might not like everyone on Solclaim, but at least I know where I stand with them (and vice versa).

Next.  You remember that Brian hair entry two or three entries ago?  My parents flipped the hell out.  Oh my god, you’d think I cut off his leg.   “You cut that baby’s hair off!  He had such a beautiful head of hair *cries*”  Good.god.  My mother had her mother call me and wanted her to continue the tirade, but instead I got compliments and support, telling me that it was my kid to do what I wanted to with, etc.  They later called back after looking at the pictures and saying how they don’t understand at all why my parents lost it, that it looks great.  (And my granddaddy said that boys shouldn’t have all that much hair anyways, lmao.)  Kevin’s mom liked it, said that it suited him.  Kevin said that I should take him to a barber and have it cleaned up and it took some getting used to.  Josh’s mom was really disappointed, but she didn’t bother saying anything.  Instead, she took offense to the fact that I smacked his ass after finding a book (that was one of my books when I was a kid) that he’d torn up - binding torn off, pages ripped up, cover in shreds, etc.  I didn’t even ask a question, I picked it up and looked at it and then reached down and smacked.  She just turned around and walked out the door and we didn’t hear from her for about four days.  My only response was clearly Josh influenced - ‘Whatever, man.’  She finally called (didn’t say a word about the day she’d stormed out of here) this morning and took him to the park this afternoon, so I guess all is right with the mojo again.  Or something.

We also got in contact with people from our old LOTRO guild and discovered that they still hadn’t completed the Rift (it’s the 12 man raid instance).  I wrote up a supergreat guide for them, and we went out last night and guided them through it.  Three tries, each one better than the last.  Third one had a great chance of success (that’s after the burglar had too much lag and didn’t make it in the instance) and being short a Minstrel for part of the fights.  Some stupid PUG Champ ran out and disrupted things during the last damned part of the whole fight, and things followed from sugar to shit from there.  I’m hoping in the next week or two to finally get them the kill.  After that (and after this festival is over with), LOTRO can go rot until I can get the dirty guild drama taste out of my mouth (and Josh’s).  I hate feeling like we’re (temporarily) leaving a game because of other people, but in a way, we are.  It’s no fun when you feel like shit and someone tells you that they are going to do things without you (because the other people said you couldn’t come) and that they don’t care one way or another about you staying or going from their guild and all that, you know?

I can’t just accept the fact that people are fucking assholes.  Especially the ones that I really and truly didn’t believe were assholes.

*cries*

He keeps using his hair as a napkin.  I’m tired of it - so I gave him a choice.  Quit wiping your hands off in your hair, or I cut your hair off.  You can see what he chose.  :[

Before:

After:

*sniff*

Get ready to say President John McCain.  *sigh*

http://edition.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/08/23/biden.democrat.vp.candidate/index.html

Here’s hoping for Hillary 2012™.

What I would be buying, if I had the money.

Stargate Atlantis: Season 4

Grey’s Anatomy:  Seasons 1-3, Season 4 in about two weeks.

Private Practice: Season 1, in about two weeks.

Charmed:  Seasons 1-8

A new processor/mobo, and a new monitor that has a native resolution of at least 1600×1200.

Sandals for Brian.

New shoes for me, probably another pair of sandals plus a pair of wintery type slip on’s.

A new cell phone, just to have one that’s not mostly broken and hanging on by the wires.

Josh could use a new car, one that’s not falling apart and doesn’t use premium gas.

There’s odds and ends around the house, a new bedroom door, stuff to patch the hole in the wall, stuff to patch the hole in the ceiling, and if I was splurging, some pergo flooring for the living room.

A new mouse, I’ve thought mine was on it’s last legs for a while now.

A new sound card, so I can live life without static.

Enough money to take care of all the cavaties, all the crowns, everything that’s wrong.  I’d even shoot for a full mouth of implants if someone could tell me that it was a reasonably permanant solution.

A babysitter for a week.

Money for a honeymoon.  Vacation.  Whatever - during that week.

Insurance, medical/dental/vision.

Money for us to travel to Louisville at least once or twice, since I know for sure we’re going to need at least one (on account of my grandmother’s repeat cancer/aneurysm that she isn’t going to have repaired, etc).

A shopping spree in a few stores - Central Market, Old Navy, Lane Bryant, Fry’s and/or Best Buy.

That’s all off the top of my head..

edit - RIP Stargate Atlantis.  http://www.darkhorizons.com/news08/080821b.php You motherfuckers.  :[

schadenfreude -
“malicious joy in the misfortunes of others,” 1922, from Ger., lit. “damage-joy,” from schaden “damage, harm, injury” (see scathe) + freude, from O.H.G. frewida “joy,” from fro “happy,” lit. “hopping for joy,” from P.Gmc. *frawa- (see frolic).

Oh my gosh we had such a nice day.  Today was Brian’s second ever trip to the dentist, and he proformed like a champ.  Strutted in, climbed up in the chair, leaned back, and opened his mouth wide while saying aaaahhh.  The hygenist got his whole mouth cleaned and floride treated and sent us on our way.  Such a *nice* change from the twenty five minutes of screaming and hysterics that we had the last time!

I’m now sitting here waiting on Josh to get home from work.  Chicken fajita mixings are waiting on the stove and in the fridge, the bottle of sweet red wine is uncorked and I even hand cleaned two goblets.  Here’s hoping that tonight ends up like I want it to - happy.

(And if anyone is into wines, this one rocks.  I normally prefer a cool Riesling, but this is a bottle of red wine made in Lubbock, TX that I picked up today at Central Market.  I’ll edit in the name and stuff later. )

I’m awake during one of my every few months nights where I just can’t (won’t, don’t consciously want to, etc) go to sleep.  Thought about blogging, wasn’t going to do it since everything on my mind was depressingly negative.  (Money, jobs, bills, needs, wants, etc..)  Thought about logging into LOTRO, thought against it.  I have no desire to mess around in Diablo II, Josh is currently playing through the only interesting game (well, in my opinion) that we have on the DS (FFIV)…meh.

Then, I started trolling around.  Found out that my favorite blogger that talks about sex blogger still isn’t coming back to the blog world, saw a bunch of dipshits on the LOTRO forums (no surprise there), found even more on ACSC boards… CNN sucked… and then I hit the Dallas Morning News.  I thought about just blogging about how we’re currently baking alive in the land of heat and sun cancer, rejected it, and found this article about a couple that have been married for sixty nine years that still walk to meals together holding hands and talking softly.  I want that to be Josh and I.  I’m willing to bet that we won’t make sixty nine years judging by our slothful living habits, but I’d take a good fifty or sixty.  It’s enough to make my eyes water up just thinking about it.

From there, I trolled onto an article about mothers dealing with multiple children.  I skim through the whole thing (while in the back of my head just thinking how nice for them that they have houses with multiple rooms and cars that would fit three car seats and the money to go hang out at malls and toddler gyms and all that jazz), and one of the mothers talks about a CD that she turns on and lets her triplets listen to.  It’s Coldplay, Lullaby style.  Oh.my.gosh.

I want a little girl with my green eyes and my used to be blond hair and Brian’s dimples, that I can watch crawl around and get into trouble and chew on her fist while the drool hits the ground and Brian starts screaming about how gross the baby is.  I can cut her hair off at her chin and put her in pigtails, feed her some rice cereal, and I can turn on that CD and let her listen to it as she goes to sleep.

I sort of feel like I ended up where I started, now.