Those who can't game - give in

Ok, so there's this game called the "World of Warcraft" out there. It's one of the largest and most popular games on the grid these days with millions of subscribers all over the world.

Since I haven't really had the time or the people around me to find a good game, I gave in and decided to give it a whirl. I've played other characters on the game before, but normally I play for a month and then back off and go back and forth so I can convince myself that I'm not addicted.
This is Malhezra, my Blood Elf character on the server called "Turalyn". A friend of mine talked me into playing this race with only three words. "Aristocratic. Magic. Addicts."

Malhezra is a Warlock, he controls curses and things that cause damage over time rather than direct damage. One of the benefits of having a Warlock is that they can control demonic servants. Yes...that's the small, school-girl squeal of glee.

I have minions.

The most used demonic servant is called a Void Walker (shown here), but you can also have an Imp, a Succubus, etc.

Oh... I also found the screen shot function over the weekend. I couldn't resist posting.

-Tom

Weird Quote

I was half awake this morning when something hit me as a poor-taste joke.

Last night's dream had something to do with the military; well, there were guys with guns scrambling around a hallway. I think that it might have been some kind of weird 'training' exercise.

Hey, I have weird dreams, ok?

Anyway, after the group had failed to do something and got blown up in a big flash of light, I realized that I wasn't with the group but down the hall a little and had cleared a room of a few bad guys. The group who had 'died' milled around to discuss what had happened. One of them said,

"Well, there's no I in TEAM."

And for some reason I popped off with (in the dream):

"Yeah, but there is in LIVE."

And then I woke up.

ya think I'm an individual?

-T

Steam Punk

Steam Punk.



Technofetishism (click above for link)



From the gallery of The Battery A collection of art from Greg Broadmore and Warren Mahy (From Weta).

Is it so hard to imagine

Ever seen the two of them photographed together?

Almost Forgot

Resees Minis - 6 (Damn!) , Situps - 40 (Ugh.), Pushups - 30 (Better)

Have you ever taken pictures on your camera and then forgotten that you had them? I take a lot of pics on my digital camera and will download them into my "raw" folder to be processed and reviewed later. I found these pics as I was cleaning out some of my photos and wanted to post them.
I had taken these pics in my grandfather's garage probably about a month ago. There, sitting in a funnel-shaped web in a pile of old flower pots, was this odd spider that didn't retreat from me. Immediately I grabbed my camera from my bag and tried to get some close shots of it. Normally I don't get the opportunity to take such detailed pictures so it was nice to try out that function on my camera. I zoomed in and took several shots and still the spider did not move. I began to think that it was dead but it would move a little if I blew at the web.


It was patient.

So, while speaking with my mother about the latest batch of job searches, I continued to take additional pictures and still the spider would not move.

This is the best shot, I think. It shows the legs bunched up so the spider can either retreat or pounce forward on whatever might enter its' web. Very Shelob. The image of the spider, immobile within the 'tunnel' of the web created reminded me of Xenomorphs from Aliens and all those early D&D games when I was a kid. A monstrous spider was never an encounter that we worried about. Unless someone got poisoned from a bite or tangled in a web there wasn't much of a problem. However, now that I look at this picture, I think I would be a bit less brave to hurl a fireball down range at such a thing. It has only two directions to go - backwards and forwards. As the "fighters" charge forward to engage the legs and fangs, I, as a Mage, would attempt to deal damage at range.

Only once did our Dungeon Master think that my fire spells would also catch the web on fire and cause us additional problems. Burning webs would fall from the ceiling like napalm and the silken floor would combust under your feet. I, like many Magi, quickly learned never to attack with fire in such cramped quarters.



It's still a cool picture of a spider.