07 December 2006

I have a particular pet peeve about people being rude. Especially rude on purpose. Oh I know everyone hates rudeness, but it REALLY gets my goat. It's one of the few things that stirs up real anger. Murderous anger. Icepick in the eye type anger.
There are many types of rudeness, but the one in particular that inspired this rant is a type of lie.
Say you're tired. You're planning on going to bed a little early, stopping your usual evening activities earlier than normal, wrapping up games, online conversations etc.
Then someone decides to keep you up. You're in City of Heroes, and as you're about to quit someone you know logs in. There's something you need to show them. They tell you they're coming to meet you, you wait for them. They don't show and they don't show. You tell them you need to go, and ask if they are indeed coming. They say yes. Quantities of minutes pass and they still don't arrive. In fact they change characters, pass through the zone you're in and start a mission. It's now obvious that they never intended to show up.
Why the missleading? It has to be more than not caring to see what I have to show. In that case they could have said something like, 'I'll see it later' or 'I'm not interested.'
Why keep me waiting, believing that they'll show up.
There is no other explination than that it was done purposely and maliciously.
I do not forget this type of thing. Even if my anger ceases.
I have no time for deceitful games.

05 December 2006

See I have this friend. He works. He's bored at work.
He believes that because I have a blog, it's there for his sole source of worktime entertainment.
Though I am uninspired, I shall flick my fingers over this keyboard creating words until he has something to read.

He plays City of Heroes. I play City of Heroes.
His Supergroup is filled with guys who like the levelling. They know the game, they know where the experience lies. Where it sleeps, where it eats. They know its scent. It only takes them mere weeks to take a character to level 50.

Last night, maybe it was the full moon, but none of that experience hunting prowess was evident. These guys could have started playing the game a week ago for all they could coordinate. After maybe 4 hours of debate and discussion, they got together a team. I was privy to be on such a team.

"Attack!" We rush in. Circle of Thorns ghosts cast their darkness. Immobilized, we sink into helpless oblivion. Debt accrues. The haze fades and we find ourselves at the hospital.
With renewed courage, we head back in. No thought of a change of plan, we focus on the kill. The attack. Glory of slaughter.

Re-read the previous paragraph 5 times.

What is it they say about people who keep trying the same thing over and over with the same result, expecting it to be different next time?

I don't know either. Armchair critics all of 'em.