Ugh. How long has it been since I updated this? Nearly a month? Question: Do I update this because I've thought of something interesting to talk about? Or do I update out of a sense of requirement? Well, now that that's thouroughly derailed my train of thought, on to the random blabber. Assuming you've not only just managed to crawl out of your dungeon-cave long enough to use a computer and this happens to be the very first site you landed on (god help you), then you've probably heard of a game called World Of Warcraft. Or WOW for short, inviting all sorts of humorous and loveable amazement-based misunderstandings (not). Its a game that involves a player paying a regular fee to play as a customiseable virtual avatar in a fantastical world alongside millions (theoretically) of other players, slaying monsters, looting wenches (or whatever), and for some reason, dancing. Its, without a doubt, the most successful video game of all time, and is a property worth billions. Its also one of the few games I will try my utmost to never, ever play. My reasons can be surmised thusly: 1) From watching others play, It seems that the game has all with the fun and immersion of watching a single arbitrary number steadily increasing. I've derived more joy out of pressing the #Ran button on a calculator over and over. 2) It has no decent story, graphics (i kno its difficult for a game that age and size) or diversity in gameplay. 3) Some other groundless and biased accusation . . . 4) The main reason, which is that I would hate this giant sense of purpose hanging over my head in the form of a monthly payment. What better way to keep the masses playing than to give them a sense of wastefulness at having NOT played the game. The day that the video games start to dictate when and how you play is the day I wish for God (whichever one you want) to strike us all down and start again with amoebas. . . . Plus I have little enough of a social life as it is, but I recognise that and am working on it. And thats why I dont feel like playing WOW.
Stop me if I'm wrong here . . . But it feels like I've hit this weird point where the two most terrifying words you could say to me in succession are "party" and "birthday". And not necessarily in that order. Am I alone in thinking that birthdays might be the most depressing celebration after funerals and valentines day? And funerals don't even really qualify as "celebrations". But with birthdays it's all "another year older, another year wiser" and unbelievable bullshit like that, when all you're really thinking is "another year older. . . count yourself lucky you got this far, bucko. You think it's bad now? just wait till you have to pay Income Tax!" The needless pressure from other people about what you're going to spend it. Why do I have to "spend" this time in particular? Personally, I'd rather just waste it like I do all the other hours in the day. Do I really have to rejoice in the miracle that is my ability to exist for a predetermined length of time? My main gripe is that I've done nothing to warrent this celebration, so it feels like I'm cheating at the game of life or something (On a related note, this is the same feeling I get whenever I pass "Go" in Monopoly). I try to live without handouts so that I can get by by at least pretending to have some redeemable qualities, then every year this sudden wave of expectency comes crashing down at the very end of the school year, and I'm frankly, at my most bored, irritated and I'm easier to rub up the wrong way than a sociopathic porcupine with a skin condition sitting in a patch of stinging nettles with a sign saying "free hugs" above its head. . . . Wow, that analogy got away from me awfully fast . . . So no, I don't care for birthdays when there really is a bajillion better reasons to enjoy yourself for a day every year (And there is literally nothing I can think of off hand that horrifies me more than a rented hotel bar with a dance floor, with balloons, tiny sandwiches and a shit DJ). . . . And if I'm wrong, then tell me why. . . . "Sometimes people put up barriers just to see who cares enough to break them down"
I'm a Product Design student in the University of Limerick, Ireland, with a penchant for video games and sarcasm. I've been described as "Like a John Cleese made of stone" and "the guy with the glasses. . . no, not him, the other one".
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If the blog reads like something farted out of the back pages of a cut-price philosophy textbook, that's because I was going for a "stream of consciousness" approach, but had to settle for "trickle of basic sentience".