Tuesday, August 31, 2010

random mind clutter

Don't tell me it doesn't smell like bubble gum, you think it smells like cherry and vinilla ... guess what two of the ingrediants in making a bubble gum flavor are.

*click*

Dude spent $1000 on add ons for a free game, I could make you a real bloody sword for that price you fool.

*click*

$565 FOR AN AMBULANCE RIDE, it's just down the street. Next time I'm dieing I'll call a cab.

*click*

I'm spread a bit thin these days with too much to tend to and not enough time/space to do it in. I need something to warp the fabric of time space... a flux capacitor would do nicely.

*click*

where is that clicking comeing from dang it.

*click*

Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack

ps. *click*

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Back on track

You ever have one of those months where ... well everything just gets bungled.

Well I've just had one of those. And as obnoxious as it seems, I think it's given me new drive to not get waylaid like that.

It's my Life dang it. Time to own it again.

Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

It's been a while

This flu/cold type thing is really kicking my butt. I've Been sick for more then 10 days, and in the last two used 4.5 rolls of toilet paper to blow my nose goodness knows how many times.

and theres plenty more where that came from. I think my entire food supply is being turned into gobs of....


AAAAnyway.

I'm tired so I'll leave you WitH #2

I'm playing Kingdoms of Camelot with a roudy bunch of nutters. The goal is to build kigdoms up with ore, stone, wood and food. You build differant structures to build a thriving community and use resources you grow and harvest yourself to build higher. You can build armies and attack others for their resources or just for competitions sake.

All kinds of fun. So I'm working away at building up a good city, and a warning comes in, that my scouts have spotted an incoming attack. I give orders and the city comes to life preparing for combat. The excitement of the first battle comes over the troops. The city defenses are set in place and the wait begins.

And we wait, and wait, and wait. A half an our later the indications are in that they are almost upon us.

Then they are there. 15 Militia men stumble into the outskirts of my city and fall into spiked pit traps to die.

I could imagine the cry from a lowly city guard on my walls "What in the Heck was that? Fifteen drunks from an hour away? Seriously?"

It was rather anticlimactic, but sort of funny too.

Take care of yourselves
Roving Jack