Or... at least until Wednesday or Thursday, which will be when my brother will help me perform maintenance on my laptop that's been having heat problems. Actually shut down 3 times now over the last 2 days.

I'm gonna find myself non-computer related activities to pass the time now >>

My dad's at the hospital for an infection, though he's going to be all good. It won't even bother our plans to fly back home on Wednesday. And then I ate half a large pizza.

I am relieved and stuffed. It is a good feeling n__n

'Happiness is a warm blanket and _________'

(May be a phrase instead of just a single word.)

*watches all the people click the journal just to comment something along the lines of 'A miserable pile of pony!'*

...got that out of your system? Good :P

But I'm just throwing this question out there to see what people say. Typically, bronies are male viewers who are fans of/obsessed with the new My Little Pony, sure, but to what extent?

For the specific example of why I'm asking this... I really do like the characters of MLP, but I don't care for episode plots. Yes, I know that the show is character-driven, but awesome jelly on burnt bread is still some pretty crappy toast. So, all in all, the show's not for me.

So... am I a brony for liking only half of what makes MLP what it is?

One of these days, I'm going to make a grilled cheese sandwhich and put it into a Blockbuster drop box.

Fantastic weekend consisting of DnD gaming, a fruit buffet, wrapping people up in duct tape, and meeting new friends...

...ending with a water pipe problem in my parents' garage, causing everybody and their (my) mother to yell at me to do things that they themselves do not know how to do.

I have decided that I'm going to be grumpy for the rest of the weekend.

Or until I have yummy foods.

Yes, I'm that shallow.

(also, dry Vegas air has finally shown a good use of auto-drying wide puddles on concrete)

I just had a dream... a dream that only happens to a person who recently played the hell of the first two Assassin's Creed games then goes to sleep right after watching the Garren Lagann movies.

Mine was the hidden blade that would pierce the conspiracies.
Do the impossible, be the invisible.
Row, row, fight the Templar.

Yesterday consisted of a 13 hour game session (Shadowrun) followed by about a 4 hour boardgame (Arkham Horror), and eating nothing but pizza the entire day.
I eventually went back home when the sun was rising over the mountains going, 'WTF are you still doing up?'

I'm seriously glad to be hanging out with old friends and family on my vacation now, because life is good again~

So this one has two lines.

New rule in life: Painting figures and runny noses don't mix.

...actually, they -do- mix, and therein lies the problem...

...ok, so this was more like... 4 lines, including this one. Whatever XP

If you don't know what's up with Mega Man Legends 3, here's a short but informative article: http://protodudesrockmancorner.blog.....ing-worse.html

If you don't have a Facebook... umm... I'm sure there's some way you can show your support...

If you DO have a Facebook, check this out:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/10000.....49316248475958

I'm seeing it as, like, one of those petition things, though powered by Facebook instead of random email that tries to promise to be a real person, so I think it'll have a better chance to be recognized and whatnot. Just Like the page to join in the viva revolution and show Capcom that, yes, we -do- want the game.

I don't usually do things like this, but... yeah. Also, hey, my friend Clex is offering incentive to help out, seen here: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2551229/

Even if you don't play pen&paper RPGs, go ahead and answer this anyway with your personal opinion.

Should a game cause players to suffer a permanent penalty of some sort by being brought back from death?

-The game has players unrealistically tough to where being shot or stabbed once won't cause death.
-This question is more for game balance than context, so disregard -how- they are being revived.
-There's already a cost for bringing people back to life (buying the right stuff, paying a ressurector, etc.), so justifying the penalty -as- the cost is irrelevant.

Let me hear your thoughts!

Consider how you live your life. Would you say you're a main character or a supporting character?

(Note: this question is vague on purpose. Just go with your initial thought instead of asking for more details =P)

Got another weird dream, which is freaky because I'm not supposed to have them this often. It's a real doozy, so I gotta write it down before I start to forget...

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I had won a super vacation package to... somewhere fun. Or maybe the journey was supposed to be most of the fun, who knows? It was similar to a cruise ship, except instead of sailing around on a giant ship with all sorts of fun activities and stuff, it was a freaking huge plane. We're talking 6 floors of chambers for people to sit and mingle, which... now that I think about it seems like a horrible idea.

Regardless, I was on board and I followed some of my intuition... see, to get to the top floor which was first class, you had to take an elevator, which was guarded and passworded to where you needed your ticket to get in. (I'm thinking this was somehow inspired by Ace Attorney: Investigations with that plane that had an elevator that connected to first class). I knew I wasn't able to get up there, so I found a different way.

Floor by floor, I found little hidden doorways and stairs that lead from passenger cabin to passenger cabin until it lead to a backdoor into first class, with the only downside being that it took a little while to scoot past everybody in their seats. I bumped across a whole lot of laps, some more pleasant than others, and it was also then that I realized that 90% of the passengers were furries, as shown in one way or another. Most of them wore furry-con badges, others were in fursuits or wearing cute little hats, etc. At least it promised to be a friendly flight, eh?

I finally found my way into first class and immediately began my plan and mingled with the other passengers and flight attendants until we were pretty much on a first-name-basis, as well as finding an empty seat. There were four sections with first class, like four quadrant of a circle, each quadrant being separated by sorts of game rooms or activity rooms or whatnot. I explored everything while meeting everybody up there, and then when it came time to show my ticket, I came up with the excuse, 'Wait... my ticket is missing. But I've been up here all this time, just ask around!', to which the others backed me up and I was allowed to stay. Ignoring the fact that they'd probably have my real seat on file or something XP

So I spent the rest of the flight gaming, mingling, and... for some reason, these little miniature facehugger creatures started to infest some of the gamerooms (I blame the fact of playing Shadowgrounds, as it was really cheap to buy on Steam during this week). So, being a non-snooby guy in first class, I happened to have the ability to shoot chain lightning out of my hand (possibly related to playing Might & Magic: Dark Messiah, also a cheap game on sale from Steam during this week), and I spent time cleaning up the little harmless but ugly looking critters. Though, my hand started getting tired since I had to really tense it up to build up enough of a lightning charge to make it a chain lightning instead of a straight shot. At one point, I wasn't able to find the last 3 in order to complete the mission, so I went to the nurse's office and borrowed a Bio-Scanner, which looked like a cheap green-plastic toy but worked to where I had a radar to find the last critters. Yeah. My dream went there.

I didn't have time to get the LAST ONE, which I simply couldn't find in this room that looked like a kid's bedroom... the radar said it was under the bed, but my lightning couldn't find it, and no way in hell was I going to actually crawl under there to get closer... anyway, ran out of time because we came across the halfway point of our plane-cruise.

While the plane refueled, people were allowed to go out and take a break, stretch their legs, and run around on this island-sized uber waterpark that had an Aztec theme to the whole thing. Or more specific, Zuma. Yes, that stupid frog was the mascot... (And yes, I've been playing that too on and off, but didn't buy it off Steam >>)

I was one of the last people out because I kept on trying to look for that one last mini-facehugger... so I was in the back to see the entire passenger count of the plane in the section where you're in line to get into the waterpark. It looked like a concert... or more specifically, a furry convention. I joked with a few people nearby about the ones still wearing fursuits while in line for a waterpark.

It turned on as soon as everybody got out of the plane and did its presentation of how awesome the water park was, how it was all paid for as part of the plane-cruise, and how it had this contest going on that had to do something with playing a bunch of minigames around the waterpark, where you added your high scores together to compete with everybody else for a grand prize. It has a little chart pop up that told you what kind of gamer you were depending on your final score, with such titles starting from the lowest to the top including: Party Pooper, Casual Gamer, Theme Part Enthusiast, Crazy Gamer, Super Gamer, Obsessed Furry, Grand Champion.

When 'Obsessed Furry' popped on the screen, you could shatter glass with the sheer volume of groans and complaints to that single line. I burst out laughing... and quickly explained that I was laughing at the reaction, not the presentation's joke of bad taste. I got distracted by... something... I don't recall, but in the span of maybe 2 minutes, the entrance was very, very empty, save for about 12 people standing there confused.

Apparently, there was a quickly spread agreement to boycott the waterpark for making the joke, so the only people left were the non-furs. Who... then ran back into the ship because they didn't want to look like assholes by themselves in the island-sized theme park. The park people were horrified, and the plane people were nervous, but nobody left the plane to go to the park at all. So... they made preparations to lift back off after a couple hours instead of a day or two.

In those couple hours, I tried to find that back way back into first class, but for the life of me I couldn't find it anymore. I asked the lower level flight attendants for help, but they kept on trying to offer me drinks, and stating that complementary bottles of Smirnoff were available in first class only. And they were also not as cute as the first class attendants. >>

So, I spent those couple of hours not being able to get back into first class, rubbing myself against people's laps as I go through the seating isles... and at one point, I got trapped while halfway sitting on some girl's lap while trying to get through, to the right of me a really fat-as-a-Snorlax guy blocking the way and to my left where I came from sat down a lovey-dovey couple who started to make out with very sloppy kisses and pushed me away if I tried to get back past them.

Before I knew how to get out of that, I woke up. My cellphone was ringing, which turned out to be a wrong number.

So... what's the moral of this story?

Had a weird dream that I want to share, just because. It's got 3 parts too, so be careful for when they suddenly switch :P

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I was visiting some kid that was supposedly my friend... I say 'supposedly' because I didn't recognize him at all. He lived in a New York apartment with his little brother, and when I visited, he also had some other friends over. I sorta come into his room just in time to see him pulling a prank on his 3DS.

I can only assume he's playing the new Star Fox game that's not even out yet, which makes use of the camera to record and show off your facial expressions during gameplay. I guess at the end of each match, while the score is being tallied, he decided to show off something else besides his face, as a form of gloating.

In this case, he had two of his girlfriends flash the camera, wiggling their breasts with their hands. And for some reason, I got a mental image of the reactions of the other players. One laughed and didn't mind losing, another pushed off their power, and a third could only stare wide-eyed while suddenly realizing puberty.

So then I started to hang out with my 'friend's' little brother who lived with him, and wouldn't you know it, some burglars go and break into the apartment.

.....in hindsight, this is the boring part of my dream. Lots of hiding in the dark because the power went out, and playing hide-and-seek. I'll go ahead and skip this and just tell you that the badguy gets knocked out during a fight in the dark.

And theeeeen, ROADTRIP! The following morning, I'm invited along with a group of people who have found a place where some ritual can be performed to gain a wish. But not just -one- wish for the group. That's one wish -each-. What's to lose?

...they were the Muppets...

...no, seriously. Kermit was leading the way in Fozzie's car, and I was stuck carpooling with Burt and Ernie. Lots of songs were sung, and playing 'I-Spy', and all that stuff. The scenery was very nice, though, leaving the city and going through light forest trails at just the start of fall, to where it was still 80% green.

Eventually, we come into an abandoned theme part that's been mostly grown over by the forest. Everything's in disrepair, covered with vines, bunch of mud holes, and we have to advance on foot. It's hilarious seeing a gang of Muppets walking out in front of you.

We finally come across to the location that would allow us to be granted wishes. In the middle of the theme park, there was a Statue of Liberty buried up to her neck, a la Planet of the Apes. Except instead of being 150ft tall, it was more like... 50ft tall.

Suddenly, it wasn't only Muppets, as there were some humans there. A family of people who I guess were friends, but none of them were familiar again. They all stood in a circle around the statue of liberty, but we were supposed to be at its base, so one of the Muppets ran off to find some digging tools. He wasn't gone long, having found some controls nearby that worked some drainage system. Apparently the statue was actually in a large pool, which had the water turn to mud and then years of leaves above that turned it into solid ground... so when he activated the drainage, the ground around the buried statue caved in, and the mud was sucked away in 3 seconds. REALLY freaky looking, seeing that much ground just -sucked away-.

People started to fall in the sudden empty pool, including one woman who slid into the very center-bottom of the pool that didn't drain. This other girl slid down to where the woman went under the mud and reached in to pull the woman out, but then stopped and walked away to clean her arm off. Yeah... so I slid down the side and reached as deep as I could to try to grab the woman, somehow knowing that she wasn't able to swim in the mud, and pulled her out to find that she was the mother in Home Alone. I just saved a celebrity! =P

Everybody then got cleaned up and continued the ritual, which... was remarkably un-flashy. The humans got to wish first and made things to make their family better, lots of sappy stuff... and then each and every single Muppet made a wish that pertained to their breakfast. Having another 'perfect bowl of cereal', having a box of cereal that lasted twice as long so they could share without worrying about running out, having... a bottle of syrup named after them... which happened by having their picture suddenly tapped on the bottle where the original mascot was... It was freaking horrible.

I think -that- specific thing of Grover being so excited to have a crayon-colored picture of him with cheap tape appear over his bottle of pancake syrup was what woke me up with severe 'WTF' syndrome.

I'm going to go eat breakfast now...

Any gaming company can claim to revolutionize gaming as we know it. But only Nintendo can make such a promise and deliver.

It's good to be a console gamer.

That is all. I'm not gonna blather news that you'll probably just look up yourself >>

I was a kid again, having fun in the super large swimming pool at somebody's house (I knew it was a relative, but didn't know which one), and looking pretty cute with my swimming trunks. Hey, anything can happen in a dream, right? Anywhos, I was having fun swimming, but I wasn't the only one. In addition to a few people whose faces I couldn't see, there were every pet cat I have ever met. Dragon, Adrock, Alaska, Alex, that other stray black cat in Vegas, Cow (sun-bathing instead of actually swimming, of course), all of them, it was crazy.

Later in the dream, I saw Dragon having some trouble keeping her head above water because Adrock kept on kicking her away and they were swimming around the same place. Suddenly, I was a few years older (but still looking good in those trunks), and I went over to pull Dragon out of the pool. I got a few scratches for it too... no good deed goes unpunished, of course.

Around then, I decided it was time to get out of the pool. When I saw Alex underwater and not moving. Upon seeing that, I became a full grown adult (but lost my cuteness...) and picked him up out of the water and to the poolside. There, I started to perform the closest thing I could logically assume was Kitty CPR. When I realized it was having minimal effect, I decided to do something that 'was so crazy, it JUST MIGHT WORK'. Picked the cat up in my arms and tipped him over to pour the water out of him. It worked enough to get him to cough out the rest of the water, upon which he scampered off in a wobbly daze.

And then I woke up upon taking a few steps out of the pool.

So... what kind of meaning does this have? =P

The end of the world us upon us. Total anarchy is the only destiny for the earth. There is no way to stop it.

How can we move on, knowing that the legendary 'Macho Man' Randy Savage is no longer with us?

*salute* He will be missed...

Blarg. Frustrated. Urges to slam doors and break objects. Too bad there are people sleeping and nothing here belongs to me. Gonna go soak in hot water now.

I'd like to present an idea for the next big show idea. It will be called 'My Little Creeper: Minecraft is Magic'. The denizens of the land must fight off the hoards of miners and lumberjacks. The show will star our favorites: Spider Dash, Skele Jack, Zombie Shy, and, of course, Creeper Sparkle.

I'd doodle some concept pictures for these, but I may not survive the mandatory bash-head-into-wall-for-two-hours requirement that must precede such an action.

Probably gonna get some flak from this, but oh well.

...conversations requires more than hugs and snuggles. I've been finding myself actually treating such 2 or 3 word messenger posts as if they don't exist. The effect of which causes chats to die off very, very quickly.

This is one of the few reasons why I'm appearing distant nowdays, I guess. >>;

Also... I should practice baking more. For bread, not just cookies and cakes.

Why isn't there more Puar 34? o.O

Jadefall is still being worked on. I need to work on it harder >>
Jadefall's playtesting is about to be hypercharged with multiple online game sessions with trusted friends and family.
I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate trying to make maps... but MapTool makes it easier to do.
Phoenix Wright is flipping awesome, and I need to play it more of it.
Besides playing Phoenix Wright, I don't have any drive to play games. I feel like the gamer in me is dead and is in dire need of a Phoenix Down.

...har har. *lame* =_=

You know, I don't think these one-time use things count as memes... but oh well, who am I to critique internet lingo? >>

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You just wake up next to me in bed, naked... In 3 words or less, what do you say to me?

So I played a game of Gamma World tonight. My character is a robot held together with telekinetic power. His weapon of choice: a large throwing weapon made of three 2ft blades, spun and controlled via telekinesis. Riding in on a dusty horse, tipping his cowboy hat down while hiding most of his robot body under a poncho, he protects what laws are left in these troubled lands.

His name... Deputy Marshal.

~Me~ anywho
~Me~ do you ever deal with people who pussyfoot around with keeping to the schedule of weekly DnD games?
~Shen~ pussywah?
~Me~ *quickly Googles 'pussyfoot' for a quick definition to copy-paste... and sees the images it comes with...*

I love finding excuses to use the word 'pussyfoot' in casual conversation, but... like... yeah. XD