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sorcyressSO!
I have injured myself in about as lamely geektastic a manner as I possibly could! For those of you who are only in it for the schadenfreude, just ignore the cut. For the rest of you though, a little bit of backstory:
So, because I don't value my free time at all, and because Magus is really really good at leading me into timesinks that are really quite recockulously fun1, and because I love Veronica dearly and have an underlying mad jealousy of everything she does2, AND because BOTH of them strongly reccomended it to me, well...
I've started playing NetHack.
Somehow, in all the vague geek knowledge I had acquired regarding the game, I hadn't really gotten the hang of the idea that it was a really damn addicting game. No, *really* damn addicting. I technically started playing on Sunday, during a babysitting job, keeping a cursory eye on Miles and his game while desperately attempting to figure out the intricasies of mine. (Doubly funny because he asked me what I was playing, studied the game with a grave eye, and told me several times over the course of the night that it was a bad game and I should stop playing.)
It ate two hours of my life without my even noticing. I am somewhat impressed with the evil of this game.
So, tonight! I've been playing off and on (mostly on) for about, oh...the past three and a half hours or so. I'm slowly getting better at the game, learning how to do such useful things as "search for secret doors" and "run away from monsters" and "kill ponies" (*SOB!*)3. Butyes, I am getting better, which is cool. And therefore, it is slightly increasingly frustrating when I die.
One of the many things I do when I am frustrated and startled is hit the nearest surface, which often turns out to be my thigh.6 I probably shouldn't, but as long as I'm not causing any sort of permanent or even temporary damage, I don't think there's much of a problem.
So, to bring the people who didn't read the cut up to speed, I am playing NetHack, and I tend to bang my hand against things when suddenly frustrated. Good? Good.
I'm the furthest I've gotten thus far in NetHack --all the way down to the seventh level of the dungeon. And I get killed by a monster who I just couldn't run away from, after my good sword and armour were stolen by a nymph. I am, understandably, a little pissed at the game and so when it announces that I have died, I pound my fist quite hard against the desk.
A few minutes later, I notice that my hand is, in fact, bleeding a little bit. I must've scraped it when I hit the desk. That's right folks --I inadvertantly caused myself to bleed due to a computer game.
After I observed that it didn't actually hurt, I did the only logical thing: I started laughing my goddamn ass off.7
I am weird sometimes.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: SCD, vintage dance, regency, hell pretty much any non-Oella or Conservatory dancing I've done in the last three years, also Coupling and Heroes and Slings and Arrows, also assorted food network goodness (NTS: get more Kitchen Nightmares), also Kobolds Ate My Baby, also Discordianism (kinda --I think it's Kat's fault that I wanted to read the Principa, but it wound up being his copy that I read), also The Zombie Game when it was online...I mean, that man is *dangerous* to my time, but since pretty much anything and everything he drags me into is incredibly fun, I tend to go ahead and let him.
2: I'm really not kidding here. V is awesome. While I mostly totally like myself, pretty much all the things I want to change about myself are things that involve being more like her.
3: It was an accident! I was moving too fast, just sort of holding down the movement key and I crashed into the pony and killed it in two hits! It didn't stand a chance! I AM SORRY PONY, I AM SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME, FOR I LOVE YOU SO!4
4: It should probably be noted that the real life me is actually quite indifferent to ponies --I probably wouldn't like them much if I met them, being as they tend to be too small for even me to ride, and are mammals. (I am not a huge animal fan, and especially not mammals. At least they are not small mammals though, as it seems the bigger the mammal, the more I like it). However, fictional!Sor, who, let's face it, is pretty much a direct author avatar with less of a block against hurting idiots, really really *really* likes ponies. A lot. A loooot. See this story for a good example of her deep and abiding love for ponies.5
5: It should also be noticed that she HAS a pony now. His full name is Lazarus Epomine El Salvador Damascus Swingson, (though I just call him Lazarus most of the time) and he is the Best Pony Ever. Evvvvver!
6: It is hilarious7 when someone beeps me, because I will flinch away, and about two thirds of the time, smack my own leg, quite hard. This is because I'm an idiot. No, this is not an incentive to beep me more often, yes I am talking to you, dad.
7: Self-schadenfreude or something. I find it really quite hilarious when I accidentally do something stupid and cause myself pain. Tripping down a staircase is a prime example for this. Dumping ice water in my lap would work too. Again, I am kind of weird sometimes.8
8: FOOTNOTE ORGY WOO!
I have injured myself in about as lamely geektastic a manner as I possibly could! For those of you who are only in it for the schadenfreude, just ignore the cut. For the rest of you though, a little bit of backstory:
So, because I don't value my free time at all, and because Magus is really really good at leading me into timesinks that are really quite recockulously fun1, and because I love Veronica dearly and have an underlying mad jealousy of everything she does2, AND because BOTH of them strongly reccomended it to me, well...
I've started playing NetHack.
Somehow, in all the vague geek knowledge I had acquired regarding the game, I hadn't really gotten the hang of the idea that it was a really damn addicting game. No, *really* damn addicting. I technically started playing on Sunday, during a babysitting job, keeping a cursory eye on Miles and his game while desperately attempting to figure out the intricasies of mine. (Doubly funny because he asked me what I was playing, studied the game with a grave eye, and told me several times over the course of the night that it was a bad game and I should stop playing.)
It ate two hours of my life without my even noticing. I am somewhat impressed with the evil of this game.
So, tonight! I've been playing off and on (mostly on) for about, oh...the past three and a half hours or so. I'm slowly getting better at the game, learning how to do such useful things as "search for secret doors" and "run away from monsters" and "kill ponies" (*SOB!*)3. Butyes, I am getting better, which is cool. And therefore, it is slightly increasingly frustrating when I die.
One of the many things I do when I am frustrated and startled is hit the nearest surface, which often turns out to be my thigh.6 I probably shouldn't, but as long as I'm not causing any sort of permanent or even temporary damage, I don't think there's much of a problem.
So, to bring the people who didn't read the cut up to speed, I am playing NetHack, and I tend to bang my hand against things when suddenly frustrated. Good? Good.
I'm the furthest I've gotten thus far in NetHack --all the way down to the seventh level of the dungeon. And I get killed by a monster who I just couldn't run away from, after my good sword and armour were stolen by a nymph. I am, understandably, a little pissed at the game and so when it announces that I have died, I pound my fist quite hard against the desk.
A few minutes later, I notice that my hand is, in fact, bleeding a little bit. I must've scraped it when I hit the desk. That's right folks --I inadvertantly caused myself to bleed due to a computer game.
After I observed that it didn't actually hurt, I did the only logical thing: I started laughing my goddamn ass off.7
I am weird sometimes.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: SCD, vintage dance, regency, hell pretty much any non-Oella or Conservatory dancing I've done in the last three years, also Coupling and Heroes and Slings and Arrows, also assorted food network goodness (NTS: get more Kitchen Nightmares), also Kobolds Ate My Baby, also Discordianism (kinda --I think it's Kat's fault that I wanted to read the Principa, but it wound up being his copy that I read), also The Zombie Game when it was online...I mean, that man is *dangerous* to my time, but since pretty much anything and everything he drags me into is incredibly fun, I tend to go ahead and let him.
2: I'm really not kidding here. V is awesome. While I mostly totally like myself, pretty much all the things I want to change about myself are things that involve being more like her.
3: It was an accident! I was moving too fast, just sort of holding down the movement key and I crashed into the pony and killed it in two hits! It didn't stand a chance! I AM SORRY PONY, I AM SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME, FOR I LOVE YOU SO!4
4: It should probably be noted that the real life me is actually quite indifferent to ponies --I probably wouldn't like them much if I met them, being as they tend to be too small for even me to ride, and are mammals. (I am not a huge animal fan, and especially not mammals. At least they are not small mammals though, as it seems the bigger the mammal, the more I like it). However, fictional!Sor, who, let's face it, is pretty much a direct author avatar with less of a block against hurting idiots, really really *really* likes ponies. A lot. A loooot. See this story for a good example of her deep and abiding love for ponies.5
5: It should also be noticed that she HAS a pony now. His full name is Lazarus Epomine El Salvador Damascus Swingson, (though I just call him Lazarus most of the time) and he is the Best Pony Ever. Evvvvver!
6: It is hilarious7 when someone beeps me, because I will flinch away, and about two thirds of the time, smack my own leg, quite hard. This is because I'm an idiot. No, this is not an incentive to beep me more often, yes I am talking to you, dad.
7: Self-schadenfreude or something. I find it really quite hilarious when I accidentally do something stupid and cause myself pain. Tripping down a staircase is a prime example for this. Dumping ice water in my lap would work too. Again, I am kind of weird sometimes.8
8: FOOTNOTE ORGY WOO!
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on 2008-10-30 06:22 am (UTC)Also, if your footnotes have footnotes, you should make them actual footnotes. So like, regular text1
1: footnote!2
2: double footnote!
I mean, clearly.
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on 2008-10-30 07:32 am (UTC)Don't do that. Ever. One of these days, and probably sooner than later, it'll be something less safe to bump into than a pony.
a - an uncursed LJ comment
on 2008-10-30 08:49 am (UTC)b - an uncursed LJ comment named laugh
on 2008-10-30 08:43 pm (UTC)What do you want to read? [ant or ?*]
<a>
As you read the scroll, it doesn't disappear.--More--
You break into uncontrollable laughter.--More--
You barely avoid squirting apple cider out your nose.
<a>
What do you want to apply? [kop or ?*]
<k>
What do you want to write on? [ant or ?*]
<t>
What do you want to write?
Or you'll kill the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal, and "You hear a rumble of distant thunder..."
b - a LJ comment.
Re: b - an uncursed LJ comment named laugh
on 2008-10-31 08:03 pm (UTC)I am happy that I got that. Clearly I'm learning or something!
~Sor
I think what you meant to say is this:
on 2008-11-01 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-10-30 08:52 am (UTC)Re 6: Dave gave me a fucking heart-attack earlier when he texted me out of the blue and I forgot Spider was in my pants. :(
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on 2008-10-30 05:46 pm (UTC)*sends Rtizy a text message out of the blue*
. o O (no, not right now 'cause that wouldn't be out of the blue, silly Rtizy!)
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on 2008-10-30 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-10-30 02:19 pm (UTC)