Project Time!

It's something about myself I can't change. In order to be happy, I need two things.

1. An enemy.
   
2. A project.

Since I'm sort of lacking an arch nemesis at the moment, I've decided to use my second trait to fulfill the first. I'm making a project of pissing people off, intentionally, as in interview for an Arch. I've decided that, as with most things in life, the internet provides the best solution.

Proposal: to offend people whose friendship I no longer, or possibly never did, desire on Facebook in order to ascertain which, if any, are suitable nemeses.

Added Awesome: Screenshots of the exchange.

Double Awesome: I'm blogging at work and I don't give a shit anymore. (This is somewhat unrelated.)

I think I'll start today and post the best results. I do it all for you, my ducklets.

Video Example: Dr. Orpheus attempts to court The Monarch as an arch.

Indeed.

When you're 600 years old, there's no such thing as a 'cougar'

I know this doesn't count as an actual post, and my drunken redecoration stands, but I'm too in love with this song not to share it.

Suck it, Meyer.

That is all.

The Dude Redecorates

I sort of... just shuffled the hell out of the color palate of the Wonder Blog. This is chiefly because I am drunk and it is late at night and the screen was too fucking bright.

I plan on fixing this later. When sober. And when I have a graphic designer advising.

For now, enjoy night mode.

The Dude abides.

Jesus, Scott, what the hell are you doing with your life?

Livin' hard! If, by livin' hard, you mean investing money in things, learning to cook, and getting my previously luck-based finances into some kind of order resembling an intentional state. Also, being a cad-amongst the gadabout crowd. These are the voyages of Scott.

Also, weren't you previously distracted? What happened there?

Distractions come and go. And overlap. And interact. Honestly I'm not so sure that I'm not now distracted from whatever it was I was doing. But in any case, I find myself with free time and thoughts more complex than I can express in 140 characters (looking at you Twitter). Prime bloggin' territory.

Borrrring! Tell me a story! Now!

OK you bastards. Here's your story:

Recently I hid a device in our good friend Rob's house. This particular device, the likes of which I've included below, emits a series of sinister sounds at a random interval. Things like: creepy child laughter, tapping, death rattles, "hey, can you hear me?", and sinister creaking.

The devilish device. Oh, and it's magnetic.

I hid this in their guest bathroom, where nonetheless his wife tends to be. It is also somewhat central to the house. Terror-lairty ensued. For two days she heard, intermittently, these ominous sounds. She, and she alone, seemed to be the only one afflicted. Naturally I was a suspect, but since it "started" after I left I was able to deflect suspicion.

Since I'd told Rob about it ahead of time, he was able to "not hear any of this." Things built until she called me, outright hostile, while I pointed out all the ways in which she was crazy. No one else heard this? It's... talking to you? And it started after I left? ...And this is my fault how? I think you may be batshit insane.

It finally came down to Ro forcing Rob to eat his dinner IN the bathroom until he acknowledged the sounds and helped her look for it (I never told him where it was.) After completely dismantling their bathroom, Ro accidentally found it while standing on the toilet. I had used the magnet to hide it in the light fixture.

Of the things she called me at that point, I'm able/willing to print only: motherfucker!

Nerdblogging

Alright. This is how it is. The Wonder Blog will live in infamy, but not much more than that for the time being. You can now find me in a myriad of online spaces, and I've not yet felt the need, the true, burning need I once felt, to blog in some time. 

So where you can find me most is Twitter. I update almost daily, and they're mostly short funny snippets, or links that you, as my adoring public, must slavishly follow for the purposes of finding the newest thing to forward to all of your own followers. 

As to what I've been doing lately, and why I've been so busy, the following video says it better than mere words could ever do. It doesn't address the current symptom*, but it does trace the infection** to its source. (Warning: contains an emulsion of rap and nerdery, not recommended for pregnant women, lest they spawn further generations of nerds.)

And follow me on Twitter, bastards.

* In the form of World of Warcraft. (Legume level 80 Mage, baby!)

** RPG's/Medieval RPG's in general.

Oh god. They're back, and bigger than ever!

They've returned. Despite my best efforts. Despite my warnings. Just when you thought it was safe... They strike!

I thought this was dead and buried. I was wrong. Beware: Wolf Shirt!

It's right flippin' behind you. RUN BITCH!

Don't let this happen to you. Constant vigilance!

Last time on: Wonder Blog

When last we left our hero he was bitching about Facebook. Really, when last your hero cared about this blog it was sometime around September 2007. Let's not kid ourselves, I couldn't give a shit.

Sometimes I think: my god I need to post. Then I just went on living my life. However after the third time I used my position in the office as a soapbox for my diatribes, I decided I should maybe resume venting that sort of thing on the internet, both for the sake of my coworkers and my biographers no doubt reading these very words decades from now and uttering a silent thanks to both my narcissistic proclivities and the preservative power of the internet.

Now, those selfsame proclivities are going to provide you with ~3 minutes of video entertainment. And it shall take the form of: The Cinnamon Challenge.

Browsing YouTube in the presence of the girlfriend and the ex-roommate's fiancee, I was informed of its existence. Prior to this, I had never heard of such a thing. What it entails is a tablespoon of cinnamon, in your mouth, for you to attempt to consume. Emphasis on attempt.

It has been deemed impossible. As proof, here's a friend and fellow SoE alum making the attempt:



Challenge Status: FAIL

I however would not be disuaded. Below you can see my glorious and hilarious attempt at the challenge.

Warning: I make some extremely horrible faces in this video. Aroused women should take note, and possibly redirect themselves to my other videos.





Challenge Status: Victory!

The celebration is to take place this weekend. I'm to be crowned King of "Painful Internet Challenges," thereby dethroning the guy who made it 1:46 into 2 Girls 1 Cup.

Happy Birthday Quien.

God this is nerdy, but...

Nine years ago today, at 7:58 PM Central Standard Time, someone very dear to me came into creation. He was born to the Fier'Dal, they of the city Felwithe, otherwise known to the gallimaufry lesser races as the 'High Elves.'

His name was Quien. He was an Enchanter. And his legend is still sung throughout Norrath*.

Don't mess with me, I've got a scepter, a beer stein, and an ass-full of magic to unleash.

So today I raise my glass to you Quien Amorphous. You drew me in for several years playing a game that was otherwise like a bad first wife: difficult, expensive, and to which I was making payments long after we had broken apart. But I learned a lot, and I would not be the geek I am today had it not been for my tenure in your shoes*.

So Quien, this Minotaur Hero's Brew is for you.

* Seriously, stop into any pub in the Steamfont Mountains and ask about the Enchanter who figured out a way to stop the windmills.
** Hell, I learned about Cisco, pathping, and telnet while out with some stranger in the middle of nowhere camping a super rare spawn mob.