I don’t know what to do with myself anymore

I started reading Game of Thrones in mid-October, and have been reading the series exclusively since then.  I recently finished A Dance With Dragons, thus making official, catching-up to the series as a whole.

I don’t really know what to do next now.

I’ve been carefully watching the television series, not to binge too hard, as to surpass storylines that might’ve spoiled books, but now that I’m caught up to the books, I suppose the rest of the TV series is fair game, although there’s lots of allegation that some events of season five are supposedly spoilers to things that would theoretically be in the unreleased sixth book.  So I guess I might avoid season five, although I have gotten to a point in season three where I’ve begun to notice some dramatic turns in the plot that deviate from the books.

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Well I know who I’m rooting for

Long story short: Gawker Media prepares for lawsuit that could very well take down the entire media conglomerate.  Their opponent?  Hulk Hogan, who is suing them for publishing a supercut of a Hulk Hogan sex tape and refusing to take it down.

Hogan v. Gawker.

Man, this story just writes itself.  This is already better than Mayweather vs. Pacquiao.

It’s no secret that I don’t really care much for Gawker, or their network of sites, despite the fact that I admit to looking at stuff on Kotaku, Deadspin and Jalopnik every now and then; let’s be real here, they’re for the most part work-safe, and their network of writers are somewhat efficient at finding interesting stories to give little credit to the original sources.

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Stories that write themselves

Big weekend for semis hauling food crashing on Atlanta area highways. Still no Frito-Lay truck or the sort that contains a great deal of what would be classified as side items.

First, we have yet another beer truck crash up in Cobb County, dumping its contents all over I-75. How it overturned, who really knows, but know that it happened while going in a straight line, so whatever it was, it was truly stupid. Ultimately, the reaction is “no big deal,” because we’ve already had a beer truck crash in Atlanta within the last two years.

The food truck crash story of the weekend however, is this tractor truck full of watermelons dumping its contents all over the highways. Given the location of said incident, and the contents of the tractor trailer, this is my knee jerk reaction:

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Destruction, in the name of staying relevant

Impetus: Simpsons producer states in an interview that Homer and Marge Simpson will separate in an upcoming season.

Knee-jerk reactions:

  1. The Simpsons are still on the air?
  2. The Simpsons are still relevant?
  3. Did they not just notice Spider-Man comics basically redact and say “my bad” to their own terrible spousal separation storyline between Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson?

Whatever though.  In spite of all the Comic Book Nerd analyses of how Homer and Marge are technically already separated and completely miss the point to their relationship and dynamic in the first place, it appears that the show is going to try and shake things up around the amazingly still-alive Simpsons universe, and have them separate-separate; in the sense that they will no longer will love and cherish each other, regardless of status legal union.

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To write, or not to write

All six of my regular readers are probably aware of my general desire to post something at least once a weekday.  They may or may not have noticed that I haven’t posted anything over the last few days too.

That thing I have that most people wouldn’t believe called “the girlfriend” works an unorthodox schedule, which leaves her “weekend” somewhere in the middle of the week, as opposed to the traditional Saturday-Sunday.  I had some mid-week travel plans that went awry, AKA an inexplicable number of people decided to go where I wanted to go on the exact same dates I wanted to go, therefore there was no room on any flights to my destination.  So, I decided to scrap the trip, not go to work anyway, and spend my girlfriend’s weekend, with my girlfriend.

However, those were two days in which I wasn’t sitting at a computer, writing about nonsensical things, or trying to find nonsensical things to write about.  Actually, that’s not entirely true, because I was in front of a computer at times, but that was time spent playing, you’ll never believe this, League of Legends.

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I’m never playing Team Builder again

Lately, I’ve been playing a lot of Summoner’s Rift games, because I’ve been swayed by the appeal of champion mastery, and the desire to get my favorite champions to a maximum level of “mastery.” Ultimately, my desire to “master” Jinx, because she’s one of my favorite champions, and my preferred role in the game is to be an AD carry.

I’ve avoided blind pick and draft modes, because there’s no surefire way to guarantee that I’ll get to play Jinx when I want to play Jinx, so I’ve been playing a lot of Team Builder, so that I can lock in Jinx, and it’ll pair me/fill me into a team that can accommodate. Playing Team Builder is pretty much the worst mode on the planet.

I’ve lost way more games than I’ve won while in Team Builder.  And the nature of champion mastery is basically along the lines of “win and get like 10,000 experience points towards the champion, lose and you get like 42.” Regardless of how you do as an individual, the amount of points you get rests primarily on whether you win the game or not; like earlier on the day, I had a game, where I went 9/4/11 with Jinx, was easily the most useful player on the team, but on account of my team’s inability to win, I got 35 mastery points.  The opposing AD carry who I killed six times, and a vastly less glowing KDA score, probably got like 4,235 mastery points, because they were carried to victory by an Ekko player who was vastly superior to my team’s inevitable Ekko player.

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Two cents on this con harassment story

I’m already disenchanted with the convention scene as a whole, and then there’s this story that’s been rampantly circulating that’s really driving home the fact that I’m beginning to really hate the scene as a whole at times, due to the rampant, well, people problem that seems to be pervading them more often than naught these days.

The thing is, I’m not even going to provide any links to it, because frankly I don’t think it really needs any more attention than it’s already getting; frankly, the fact that I’m posting about it in the first place isn’t helping quell the attention it’s getting, but it’s on my mind a lot lately, and I wanted to write about it regardless.

Long story short is that there’s a girl who dressed up at MomoCon over the weekend, claims she was touched inappropriately as well as groped, and when she voiced her disapproval to the convention itself, there are accusations that the convention told her that basically she brought it unto herself for wearing such a revealing costume in the first place, and that they harassed her to cover up and change.

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