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As far as this blog goes, I need to figure out what I want to blog about. And then make a list of ideas for each blog post.
Writing off the seat of my pants turned out to be too challenging — I need a roadmap. So there!
HOLY I’m a bad blogger. I only like to write when I’ve drank, ruh roh raggy
brb. i’m not even tagging this. (I seem to lack the creativity even for disjunctive descripulatory words)
At the beginning of the week where they’ll probably be announcing the collector’s edition beta for Warhammer, I was finally invited into beta 3. What timing! *scurries off to download*
Meaty post coming up soon!
First things first, sorry for the lack of blogging over the weekend. I, in my boring world post-work, usually have nothing to blogserve. I have a few drafts I’m working on, but they’re not ready yet. Also they’re theorycraft, so I like to take my time with those (as they usually leave my brain exhausted from lack of oxygen — theorycrafting is exciting!) So now that today is Monday (hooray for Mondays!), I blogserve.
I’m heading to work, gleefully listening to my iPhone scream German death-music into my ears, when above the din I hear shouting. Who, pray tell, would muster the energy to shout on a busy subway in the morning, and more importantly, for what reason? And lo, I turneth my gaze and see ranting and raving none other than a NYC subway crazy!
I’m assuming this lady was from the West Indies, considering her Island-y accent and her distaste for the man she was chewing out (who happened to be West Indian, I guess. I’ll take her word for it.) She kept going on about how now that she’s in America those West Indian “monkies” (her words, not mine) can’t abuse her any longer. She’s dropping F-bombs, N-bombs, S-bombs; enough bombs to make bomb sniffing dog pee itself in excitement (I’ll assume dogs pee when they’re excited, like me! (Had to work in a Joker reference somewhere, finally saw The Dark Knight Friday)). She pronounced the fact that she’s now in America, so she has the right to vehemently curse on the subway (I guess some people need hobbies). She even accused the man of abusing her like a housewife. This stuff writes itself! The man, mostly taciturn from any lack of gap in her attack, tried to egg her on with “Is that all you got? Nice insult.” People were laughing, crying, looking away. I managed to make eye contact with her and felt my spine melt in fear. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, after all.
I still don’t know if the man provoked her, or if she was the initiator. She got off at the next stop and the subway resumed its quiet silence of half-asleep people heading to work. I continued to listen to my devil-music. I queried my father about the whole incident, wondering if in his 30+ years of commuting to NYC he often sees outbursts like this. His response “Not really, but if you get that on the train without it coming to blows, it’s great entertainment!” I agree!
Yeah yeah, call me an Apple snob / mac head / kool-aid drinker, whatever. I dig Apple’s user interfaces; I think they’re pretty. Anyways, I don’t really have much else to say for today; nothing interesting happened. I guess I was surrounded by beautiful women on the subway this morning — but isn’t that a given?
Just got an email from Gamestop purporting a new release date for my preorder, a whole 5 days earlier (September 18 for those that failed elementary school math). I don’t know the veracity of these claims, but they even go so far as to tell me when the servers will be open. Who knows, I submitted the tip to Kotaku so maybe they can shed some light on this (doubt it, those pesky game companies and release dates).
Welcome to the Blogerati, a blog about blogs (blog²), theorycraft (more on that later), and various details of my life that I choose to interject (blogservations). I was supposed to start this yesterday when I purchased the domain, but today happens to be today and yesterday is not today (additionally, I like to start off on the right left foot of punctuality).
A little about me first:
I’m a to-be sophomore at Boston University, currently (as in, I can’t undeclare until I go back) majoring in Computer Science (I’d rather eat the keys on my keyboard whilst having lock-jaw than learn more about Dijsktra’s algorithm). However, I still love computers and the internet and nerd things and pontificating, thus I blog (instead of just bitch about things to no one in real life, I can now do it online so that future employers can have a nonsense excuse to fire me). Also, I like parentheticals. In addition to my computer interests, I am a word nerd — my favorite shortcut on my mac is apple+space d (using Quicksilver for those in the know) for the dictionary. My ‘free’ subscription to the OED via my school is also well perused. I cofounded a Mac user group at my school and reign supreme (allez-cuisine!) from my throne as treasurer. Check it out! http://www.macbu.org /endplug. I intern in NYC at an undisclosed company because I don’t want to get fired just yet.
Anyways, what can you expect to see at this blog? Well, I said I liked pontificating, so I guess this virtual soapbox is better than being a weirdo in Times Square. I’ll muse about theorycraft (MMO design theory), blog articles I read, and my blogservations (usually things I find ‘interesting’ on the commute to my internship). I theorycraft because I think most MMOs are utter crap right now, but I see the potential in the future. Seriously, WoW as our standard? That’s like saying a Civic or a Camry is the best car ever.
So here are my blogservations for today.
8:20something: The train is pulling into Grand Central terminal and I get up to walk out. Lo and behold, I see a swashbuckler by the age of 50 preparing to stand. Seriously. The guy had his shirt unbuttoned to his navel, chest hair in full bloom. Today (yesterday) I knew was going to be a good day.
8:30something: I’m sitting in a 4/5/6 (whatever) car going downtown to my internship. I see this woman in front of me who has the most ridiculous appearance. Why do people caricature themselves willingly? Her hair looked like pieces of curled paper and her fake eyelashes were the length of a Buick. Here is a picture for your amusement (I, uh, intentionally took it blurry so I would not get arrested).
Since I can’t just stare at people the entire train ride for fear of getting shanked, I, like most people, choose to read the advertisements along the wall/ceiling (newspapers are for dinosaurs). I see this seemingly-innoculous advert:
Now, I’m not saying it’s a big deal, but just slightly amusing. They clearly worked so hard to be race-agnostic here and in doing so completely missed the boat. I mean really, they have every minority known to Ra here — minus caucasian (this term sucks, I, as half-Sicilian, share litle physical connection with Swedes (for instance, not that I hate Swedes; woah, I’m nesting parentheticals)). Do not white people need medical insurance? Guess not, we must all be on HIP or are made of fiber optics or something.
Well, I can tell this post is dragging on so I’ll curtail it here. However, I think for my next post I’ll chronicle my adventures into productivity/GTD land, and how I lost my brain somewhere along the way.
