Take a Look

This is why long load times in League of Legends are dangerous.

 

edit moar

What’s this? A motivational post about editing? Have I suddenly finished a book and need to talk about the horrible red slashes I’m drawing through my manuscript!? WHAT DOES IT MEAN????

It means I found a really funny picture and I wanted to share it with you all, especially if you, like me, are tired of the sappy, hipster-esque “love quotes” pictures you see now and again. They’re usually being posted by preteen girls on Tumblr who have all these feelings that they just have to express to the world about how hard their life is and how many emotions they’re having, like, right now.

Sorry. I was there once too. But thankfully I was smart enough to know that most people (if not all of them) didn’t give a crap about my bullshit.

So yeah. If you ever feel like being “deep” or “meaningful”…make sure I’m not standing nearby with a red pen, because I will totally do the following to your image/quotation/poem/whatever.

Enjoy!

 

I’m not dead yet

So naturally, as soon as I plan some fun things and try to get back into blogging, I end up getting two really bad colds back to back and spend almost an entire month sick. Fun times! Granted, it’s been over two years since I was last sick, (my run of excellent health seemed to begin just as soon as I quit working at a filthy grocery store…IMAGINE THAT) but I still really could’ve done with some space between those two colds. I feel like I’ve been in an alternate dimension for the last two weeks. >.< My poor dad hasn’t been doing too well, either, not that he needs more illness on top of what he already has to deal with.

But anyway. It’s all over and done with, and provided me with an important reminder to take better care of myself. Staying up late and not exercising regularly is all well and good for a little while, but there’s only so much one should try to get away with. I’ve also realized how terrible I am at being selfish. Most people would celebrate that trait, but I don’t. It means I push myself to do things I don’t have the energy for, or things I don’t enjoy, and that only leads me to feeling worn out and unhappy. But what’s the point of living if you aren’t happy? Sure, not every second has to be sunshine and daisies, but overall there should be more fun in your life than anything else, something which I’ve been learning lately. Fun has never been high on my list of things to do. I’ve always been very suspicious of it. Fun generally seems to be followed by tragedy and upset, in my experience. (Or at the very least, tons of annoying chores)

But maybe that’s because the fun I’ve had up until now has been the sort of fun that has to come at the expense of everything else in your life. (That whole “let’s not clean the house and say we did” syndrome) Which means that when you wake up in the morning with your hangover and your messy house, you have an entire day of headache-y crap to look forward to. I’m beginning to think that’s the wrong kind of fun. (Granted, I haven’t had that many hangovers in my life, but it’s an example everyone easily understands.) Sure, stuff like that happens from time to time, and it’s best to just go with it instead of getting all angry-faced about it. But overall, I think it’s more important to look for the little moments of fun. A song you really like dancing to, a fresh breeze, an intriguing book, or good company. Because if you look for and thoroughly enjoy moments like that, you won’t be constantly on your guard for the aftermath that other types of fun bring around.

Or maybe I just need to stop being wound so tightly and take this giant stick out of my ass. *shrug* Anything is possible. XD

So, upcoming projects from yours truly include: Getting a Minecraft server up and running, (this will probably depend on when my dad feels better as I will need his help with ports and whatnot) more blog posts, more photography, (hopefully) more travel, and also a revival of my Livestream channel, The Gweninator Broadcasting Netwerk. I plan on putting my gorgeous Alienware computer through its paces (well, I’ll be putting it through a pace which it will probably regard as mildly stimulating as its processor points and laughs derisively at me saying something along the lines of, “Isn’t that precious”) and streaming a LOT more stuff from now on, and maybe even adding a bit of it to my non-existant YouTube channel in the hopes of hitting the big time and making lots of money entertaining all you lovely stalkers out there that I seem to have acquired. There will be League, of course, and Minecraft, but also a full playthrough of Mass Effect 1 and 2 as I endeavor to craft the perfect save file for when I finally get my hot little hands on Mass Effect 3. (Which I may or may not sell a part of my soul to get. Sexual favors are also negotiable. But only for the PC version and all the DLC. And a nice dinner. And only if your name is Shane.) I will also be finishing up my Batman: Arkham Asylum playthrough and pretending as if 160 hours of Skyrim didn’t stop me dead in my tracks on finishing that game. >.> I also have a crap ton of other games that were purchased for me by my awesome dad during the winter Steam sale, so there should be a steady stream of entertainment going on over there from now on. No pun intended. (OR WAS IT!?!?!?!) I will also try to stream whilst in vent so you can all see just how insane my friends are. They’re far funnier than I am anyway.

Well, I think that’ll do it for today’s blog post. Have fun, people. 

 

noooooooob

So, I was surfing through The Tribunal the other day, minding my own business, quietly bringing the justice of the League on unsuspecting dickfaces, when I came across a certain player. This person, while not unlike many of the other people I’ve seen reported in the Tribunal, had a special quality about them that caught my eye. Not only do they have a penchant for playing Soraka, one of my favorite champions, but they also had a certain, *ahem*, gift with the English language that was just irresistibly funny. I don’t think I’ve paid such close attention to 10 chat logs in all my life.

Here, let me show you what I mean…

Once again, I must thank the League of Legends community with providing its players with the highest quality entertainment possible. Seriously, people. You can’t make this shit up.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I have some Tetreis to go play.

 

make stuff with handles

Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar...Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar.

Phew! It’s been awhile since I’ve had a few spare moments to sit down and write out a proper blog post. As some of you may know, (and most of you don’t) I’ve recently been busy moving out of my old room and downstairs into my parent’s basement/den. (Because I felt like I didn’t fulfill enough gamer stereotypes, so I had to go that extra mile, don’t you know!)

This doesn’t sound like much on the face of it, but unfortunately for me, my parents have been hoarding and storing things down here for almost five years now. Don’t know what to do with something? Take it downstairs! Don’t want to look at anything but don’t quite have the wherewithal to just throw it out? Take it downstairs! Not to mention we never really maintained or cleaned anything, nor did we go downstairs much in our spare time, so nature took its course and urged all of its little insect critters to move in post haste. Spiders, roaches, pill bugs, crickets…you name it, we had it down here at one point, and they sure as hell left their mark. (I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many dead bug bodies and cobwebs in all my life.)

However, I’ve been in the same room since we moved here almost six years ago, and it was beginning to show. I’m 23 years old and, to be honest, I’ve got a lot of shit. Some of it is shit from the past that I like to keep boxed away and then look at fondly every decade or so. Some of it is shit for the future, when I finally manage to break free of the soul-crushing money earning pattern/lie my society currently has set up for me and move out of my parent’s home. Some of it is shit I really want to keep. And, some of it is just shit. So basically my shit + a small room = I need to move downstairs, or risk losing my mind. It would also give me an opportunity to increase my privacy, and work on setting up my sewing business. (which hopefully will be launching quite soon.) The decision made, I set myself to the daunting task of sorting through what was basically the physical manifestation of my parent’s lives…

Now, several bruises, a lot of sneezing through the haze of dust and two months later…here I am. Everything that’s mine has been moved in, and everything that’s theirs has been moved out. I have more floor space than I know what to do with. (But don’t worry; I’ll figure it out soon.) And I learned a helluva lot about the dangers of hoarding, laziness, procrastination, and just general “out of sight, out of mind” syndrome.

For one thing, there’s nothing wrong with keeping things that have sentimental value. But if you haven’t looked at it, used it, or thought about it at any point in the last six months…go to Wal-Mart, buy a waterproof/air tight storage bin and pack that shit up. Don’t use boxes, because they decay. Put it somewhere the bugs won’t be interested in setting up shop. And check on it every now and then to make sure it stays clean. Otherwise, forget about it. Don’t leave it out where the dust and the insects can collect and ruin your good glassware, or your books, or your favorite set of dress clothes from when you went to prom.

For another, STOP BUYING CRAP YOU DON’T NEED. Everyone experiences the Impulse Buy at one point or another. But do you really need that new Thingamajig? OK, so maybe you don’t need it, but it sure looks a lot nicer than that old Thingawhammy you got two years ago. Cool. Buy the new one. Sell/donate the old one. Don’t just tuck it into a corner for a rainy day, or as a backup, or because you’re just convinced you’re going to undertake some spiffy DIY project two or three months down the line. (Unless spiffy DIY projects are your primary hobby, and you spend several days a week pursuing them.)

Furthermore, there is nothing worse for de-cluttering your life than the ever present hopefulness of the human mind. Thinking “Oh, well I could do this, this, and this” with an object that’s no longer as useful as it once was is fine…if you’re actually going to get off your ass and do those things at some point. Be honest with yourself. Be honest about the amount of time and effort reusing that object is going to take. Which would you rather do after a long day? Refurbish an old device, or sit down and watch TV? There is nothing wrong with escapism or a bit of inactivity…just be honest about it, and understand who you are and what motivate

s you. If you’re keeping something out of fear, then let it go. If you’re keeping something because you genuinely believe it will be useful someday, or it just has too much sentimental value to part with, then keep it! But be wise about the way you keep it. Pack it away if you aren’t going to use it a lot. And for fuck’s sake don’t just stick it in a corner somewhere and let the bugs have their way with it. Those bastards are hell on the furniture.

It's OK guys, I've got this OH GOD MY SPLEEN

Additionally, if you are the sort of person who designs or builds things…please take a moment to review this heartfelt request. Make. Stuff. With. Handles. Please. For the love of all that is holy. For those of us with the upper body strength of a 3 yr. old. MAKE IT WITH HANDLES. And I don’t mean those flimsy things they give you that are in the wrong fucking place so it’s easier to load on a truck somewhere. I mean pick it up, try to move it down a flight of stairs or through a narrow hallway, and THEN give it some fucking handles where ever your little hominid hands couldn’t find purchase. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease. Dear god, please. If I have to move another desk, chair, mattress, bed frame, television, or computer that weighs the same as a sumo-wrestling yak that doesn’t have any motherfucking handles, I WILL GO INSANE. Or give myself a hernia. Or maybe break a few of my own fingers. One of those.

Velcro would also a welcome addition to heavy objects. Just sayin’.

So yeah. I might be a bit sparse on the Internet until I get everything organized and settled, but overall, I’m really happy with the way things are turning out for me right now. I have a lot of room for all of my stuff, I have a new computer on the way, and I’ll be able to get back on track with my sewing very soon. I look forward to that day very much, especially since the holiday season is here and I’m ready to start making cute shit for people to pawn off on their relatives for everyone’s favorite gift giving bonanza.

In short…all hail the Gwencave!!!

And please, people, be kind to your basements. They’ll be kind to you in return.