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Now, fair warning: I did not like the game.

I bought the Steam Digital Deluxe version, and played my Joined Trill up to Lieutenant Commander 3, ignoring the things I did not like and hoping they would change, but they did not. I started a Klingon character, and the things that annoyed me as Starfleet turned even worse as part of the Empire. All together, I sunk over a 100 dollars into the MMO, and in the end... well, I chalk it up to "90% wasted money".

And this is why:

First, the game has only three kinds of missions.

A) Space Combat.

B) Surface Combat.

C) Run/Fly from Point A to Point B to Point C...

Of course, there are mixes and matches of those, but they did not change the experience enough to hold my interest any longer. The game is repetitive, and full of clich├ęs. The computer AI is dumb and predictable, knowing only the overwhelming force strategy. You are actively discouraged to try hard missions, because if you are not geared/trained well enough, you are likely to be killed in seconds.

Second, "random" indoor areas on surface exploration ("C" Type mission) and surface combat missions ("B" Type missions) are annoyingly mazelike. I would expect a scientific facility or military outpost to have some order and organization, but what you find are completely random-sized rooms and hallways, with random connections. If you have to access 4 computers inside a facility, those are also randomly placed, usually in one of the several hard-to-reach corners.

One of the redeeming (but not much) points of the game was the fact that the fixed Starfleet bases have simpler, clear layouts. The Klingon starting zone is a maze on itself.

Third, the game is not 'real' 3D by any stretch of imagination: you can not turn a 'loop' or fly straight 'up' or 'down' out of the position and heading your ship starts in. That makes space combat feel much like normal air combat.

I really expected more from the game.
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It does not work anymore! And the Dalaran portals are gone too!

You just need to be able to read a map. The ingame one.

1 - Make your way to the closest transport to Northrend (Menethil Harbor, Stormwind Harbor, Zeppelin Tower outside the Undercity or Orgrimmar).

2 - Take said transport to Northrend.

3 - No matter where you arrive, tag the flight point.

4 - Die. No, not joking, die. Find the closest hostile creature, the nearest high ledge, the most handy deep water to drown, and die.

5 - As a ghost, you have a few options:

- From the Borean Tundra you can run north to Sholazar or east to the Dragonblight. If you pick Sholazar, head to the north-east side until you reach the area known as The Avalanche and climb it towards Icecrown. If you pick Dragonblight, run north to the Crystal Vice and Crystalsong Forest.

- From the Howling Fjord, you can run north-west to Grizzly Hills and into Dragonblight. From there, continue north all the way to Crystalsong..

6 - Remember you have to be a ghost. If the next part does not work because you dumbly resurrected and is corpse-trekking, don't blame me. As a ghost, when you enter Icecrown (by the heights of the Avalanche) or Crystalsong, you should be automatically placed upon a Spectral Gryphon.

7 - Fly to Dalaran! It is floating high above the Forlorn Woods in Crystalsong.

8 - Fly high into the city to not be dismounted early, or take the Underbelly Sewers entrance on the south side. Make your way to the street level.

9 - You should see a map arrow indicating the Spirit Guide position in the tiny Dalaran cemetery. Go there.

10 - Standing in front of the Spirit Guide, you will NOT be able to resurrect (yet). LOG OFF the game. LOG ON afterwards. Then you can be revived in Dalaran.

11 - Head to the nearest friendly Inn (there are three, one in your faction area, one in the street level and one in the sewers) and set your hearthstone to Dalaran.

12 - Make use of the portals in your faction's area to travel the world.

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Location: Deli at my favorite supermarket

Short line, but at the front there was a lady harassing one of the two deli workers. Imagine a shrill, strident voice, loaded with generous helpings of arrogance:

"Slice it thiiiiiiiiiiiinn! Slice it thiiiiiiiiiiiinn! No, start over, thiiiiiiiiiiiinn like a bible's pages!" The Deli worker was slicing one sample slice, bringing it to the woman. Lady would roll it between her fingers a bit, take a bite then toss it on the floor and resume her screeching for thinner slices.

After some of that, with the line growing while the Screeching One continued her wastage and shrill harassment, she came up with this gem: "Slice it thiiiiiiiiiiiinn, damn you, slice it thiiiiiiiiiiiinn or I will fuck you!"

The deli worker, male, without missing a beat, replied in a very apologetic customer-servicey tone: "Thank you for the offer, ma'am, but I am happily married and even if I were not, you are just not my type."

The Screeching One was, understandably, laughed off the area by the whole line.


Mar. 4th, 2009 12:08 pm
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I was buying TP the other day (I am not The Great Cornholio, but I needed it for my bunghole), and the scented TP had some interesting choices.

Namely, "baby" and "green tea" scented TP.

I don't know about you, but... while I am wiping, I would find it very disturbing to be assaulted by sensory stimulation making me think of infants or Japanese tea ceremonies. I mean... WTF, Klabin & Sons? "Lavender" was not good enough?

What is next? "First Kiss" scent? That is all kinds of screwed up...

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This post brought back memories.

A few years ago, I was doing hotel reservations for a conference. You HAD to confirm your going or not going until two weeks before the date, because the fancyschmancyhotel would NOT hold extra rooms: they are a very popular resort, the conference would take over 1/3 of their rooms, but if it was cancelled, they would have no trouble filling those rooms in a couple days.

So, GuyX does not return any info if he is going or not. I call his secretary twice daily for a week and some, until five days before the conference when he decides he is not going. 'Good', I think, since the resort already rented the unclaimed rooms for regular guests. I confirm with the secretary that it can not be changed anymore later, fax and e-mail her a copy of the material where it says there will be no room for changing his mind later.

Three days later, secretary calls and tells me (very embarrassed) that GuyX decided he will go.

He is a federal court judge. I work for the government. My boss sucks up to to the entitled guys who think laws and regulations do not apply to them. Micro-rant: WTF is wrong with the legal body here? They judge violations of the law, but think the law, any regulations, deadlines, anything that might limit THEM in any way are just suggestions.

I spend long hours that day (overtime, unpaid, hooray) and the next cajoling the travel agents in the area. No, FancySchmancyHotel has no rooms avaiable. None, they are booked solid and the waiting line is 300+ guests long. Beg, plead, pull off hairs, no dice. I even manage to track down the organizers of the conference and beg them for help. The best we can do is to find a five-star resort some 17 kilometers away (not five-star-deluxe like FancySchmancyHotel). Since there are up to a dozen people in the same situation (changing their minds last minute) the organizers of the conference managed to wrangle a deluxe charter bus to ferry the undecided back and forth.

I write it all down, explain the situation to my boss and to his boss, show all the repeated e-mails and faxes of confirmation: GuyX decided to go LONG after the reservation deadline, best thing possible is the secondary hotel and charter bus transportation. I am backed on this by the organizers of the conference, who call and fax the same information: even this arrangement is a courtesy above and beyond anyone's duties, since the Undecided Ones could not be arsed respecting the deadline.

GuyX is informed by this by my boss, and I am there during the call, so I know what was said, the pointing out of deadlines, how many exceptions were made for him speshul snowflake entitled craptastic moron (of course that was my mental dialogue), how we bent over backwards and made several other people bend over backwards, all in professional polite businesspeak.

GuyX returns from the conference wanting MY head on a pike, because -I- "dumped" him on a "shitty" hotel and "forced" him to take a bus back and forth, and that is because I am "racist".

Yes, GuyX is black.

No, I did not knew that at all: never met him, he was for me just a name on a list, but of course... "If things dont go PERFECTLY my way, it MUST be because I am being discriminated against!" Not because he waited until well past the deadline to decide to attend the conference, even being warned repeated times about the hotel policy. No, he was 'mistreated', 'disrespected' and 'abused', because I must be a 'racist shit'. I heard him yelling at my boss' boss, who, being the fantastic guy he is, let the man yell away then went over the profusely documented actions I took. He even brought out my time cards to show I stayed past close securing him a FIVE STAR apartment.

The cherry on top of the shitsundae? GuyX did not pay a single cent for this three-day stay at the conference. He did not pay for plane tickets, nor the room, nor meals, nothing.

GuyX left still huffing and puffing, even after my Boss' Boss told him, in polite words I can't exactly recall, "I am sorry your whiny shpeshul snowflake victim-complex ASS felt hurt, but it is your own damn fault."
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Friday, May 30th:

Get out of work at 7:15. "oh, I need to get gas." Drive towards the usual gas station.

On the way there, I realize my front left tire is quickly deflating. Okay, no problem, all gas stations here are full service, and that one is a service station AND I am a regular.

Notice how I fail to heed the signs...

Arriving there, the moment the attendants notice I have a flat they 'nonchalantly' stroll away to the far end of the station, leaving me to struggle with the tire alone. Oh, nice.

Change tire, check pressure, get back in car and head away. Will get gas another day at another place.

Have to drop by the supermarket. Arrive there 15 mins before closing, and they already moved the shopping carts into storage. I still fail to heed the signs and head in, grab what I need in 5 mins. Its a lot of stuff, it is raining and I have to carry it all to the car on my own. Again, people who are supposed to help scurry away and pretend to not see me.

Hint to them: its more believable if you do not glance my way every 10 seconds.

I juggle shopping bags and car keys, manage to not drop anything in the rain water puddles, and drive home.

Arriving home, check mailbox. Find letter from collection agency saying I owe a parcel service something equivalent to 80 dollars. Check my files, hmm... signed receipt tells me I paid in advance for the parcel service, in cash. Oh, 'joy', monday I have to call around and will end having to fax the receipt around because DHL is a bunch of lard-eating moronic fakeries of humans who can not keep their records straight.

I might have been a bit upset by then.

Shower, start cooking dinner, and turn on computer... nope, full HD crash, lots of files lost, have to buy new HD, another USD 100 expense.

Got the clue, went to bed, slept late. Had computer fixed.
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And here they are, if anyone wants to ask anything.
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Just, Meh. Not a good day at all.

Okay, when a worker goes to another city, at work, training, or congress, meeting and such-such, he receives $$$ to pay for food and hotel.

There are three levels of $$$. The highest level, a worker receives when traveling to a state capital or city with more than 200,000 people. The lowest level, is when traveling to a city with less than 200,000 people. The middle level, is when going to a city with less than 200,000, but that is a tourist-city, or some other location where bed and food are more expensive than what you would expect from a 'small' city.

I was put in charge of checking bed and food prices around the state. I checked 50-something cities, including the cities where tourists go, calculated averages, and came to the conclusion that no, there are no cities in my state that classify as 'special'. I fill the report, and send it in.

The Dumb Cow (director-general) returns it, yelling that she wants only the MAXIMUM prices. The top. The most expensive. AND she does not want me to mention that those prices are the top ones.

Yes, my friends, the Old Cow wants to make the state look more expensive than it is. Why? Your guess, mine is that she wants to grease judges and other directors, so they can stay at the most expensive places when coming here.

I did not sign it, my supervisor did.

And I am keeping copies of my original report.

I will sit back, and wait for the auditors to come after her.

Gods, she might finally have got enough rope to hang herself with.
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Been playing GTA San Andreas lately. And I have a few words to write down. The protagonist, CJ:

- Is a thief;

- Is a robber;

- Is a carjacker;

- Is a murderer;

- Is a smuggler;

- Is promiscuous, having up to six different 'girlfriends', saying to all they are 'the one';

- Is a liar (see above);

Do I need to continue?

So, exposing your kids to all this is okay.

One pixelated sex scene, and the game is bad? Puh-lease... even more since its not 'real' sex, but a rubdown... the guy does not take off his clothes.

So, worried mothers and fathers... be relieved. No pixel babies are going to exist as a consequence of the pixelated sex. Its SAFE sex...


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