Note: This blog was written by a hater.
GAMERS RISE UP
Close to a decade working in esports, tech, and gaming has poisoned my sense of humor. I mean it. I am gamerpilled. I am based and epic. I tips m'fedora to the unsung gentleman gamer upon whom society has thoughtlessly lashed that yoke of wokeism.
If you were to firmly tap my head with a hammer, you could pull my skull apart to find a jumble of Gamers Rise Up / We Live in a Society / Gamer Joker memes.
Not familiar? Sc
Just wrapped up a wonderful week with @Twist of Fate (Taker25700). We visited the Great Lakes area together. Among usual tourist activities, we found some time to relax and play RS. I'll spare the mushy details, but did want to share some reflections on the power of online communities, and the bonds they create.
I've been part of online communities my whole life. In the years that most of you were making content for Sal's, I was pouring my heart and soul into another forum site called RoleP
Hey, Salmons.
I just got an incredibly inspirational and cheering PM from a user here. It has warmed the depths of my cold, dead, heart, and I think I am back!
:D
Howdy-hey, guys and gals! Your friendly neighborhood rawrgoyle dropping in!
I keep forgetting to post on here! Truly. I've not been playing Runescape as much lately. The things called "College" and "Homework" and "Projects" have sort of taken over all of my everything. So, you know. That's a bummer.
Anyways! As is my usual custom, I'll toss a few videos from my YouTube channel fruitypheasantboy (shamelessplugshamelessplug) in here, in case anyone's been interested in knowing what I've b
Oh dear. Yes, I vanished from Sal's for like two months. Am I back? Yes. What have I been doing? Well, check out these YouTube videos, and find out ..
I've been letting
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I've been singing really loudly and off-key in my apartment. Sorry, neighbors.
I've also been
^ Yep. So there ya go.
Also! Dimo drew a wonderful picture of me punching a pigeon out of the sky. I live downtown Chicago, so that's been a burning desire of mine since I moved here. If any of you have lived
Hi, I'm Tas, and I went to Texas. I took pictures from the inside of a car.
Lots of pictures. Dallas is a lovely city!
The locals look a little sad, though ..
Bronze statue cowboy don't care. Bronze statue cowboy don't give a shizzle.
This is a city of confederates and thieves.
A President was killed here.
Mini-Dallas is mini.
The skyline looks like crooked teeth!
I love highways. xD
The grill of my SUV wrapped itself firmly around that telephone pole.
It was dark, but to my bleary eyes it looked like something had clawed its way savagely up from the driver's seat, through the windshield. Tempered plastic puckered outward, stained with something that looked remarkably like blood.
"Oh."
It was my blood, wasn't it? I lay spread-eagled on the pavement, not seeing you, but knowing you were standing there. Knowing you were pointing.
I swallowed once, then twic
The game is called Goosebumps, named after the book series. It's called HORRORLAND or something, and it requires you to scream and yell, a lot.
Watch and enjoy.
You can sort of figure out the rules of the game from watching, but we all turn cards over. If a certain card comes up, you have to shriek "GOOSEBUMPS", then shriek again, and grab a token on the table.
If you don't grab a token, you lose one. You start with four.
Sounds simple, eh?
But seriously? Watch out. There'
Feet, Don't Fail Me Now!
The Unity Christian Music Festival is a three-day event held on Lake Michigan every summer for the past, like, ten(ish)? years. They get a ton of big-name headliners to roll on through, but Switchfoot's name has been noticeably absent on the roster. Switchfoot themselves have done backflips to avoid being labeled as a "Christian Rock" band (and don't get me started on that entire thing; that's for another, much longer blog post!) but with a new record on the way, her
My first impression of Kyle Roskamp was a MySpace message. It was brief, but to the point -- explaining how the band Switchfoot were guilty of decapitating/molesting penguins, or something similarly non sequitur.
Yeah. I don't remember any details outside of that, but what I do know is that to my 14-year-old mind, this was an act of war. He had commented on my blazing, glittering, noise-making MySpace profile skin, I'm ashamed to say that for the bulk of freshman year, I took that impressio
I went back to my old high school after work, today. It's not too far of a drive, and it means I can take Wilson back home instead of fighting traffic on the highway. Aa-aand, since it's such a gorgeous, sunny day I'd rather take the long way back rather than deal with hungry commuters on lunch rush. Roll down dem windows, eh? :(
So! I graduated last year (Sen10rs, baybee-eeh!) but I've still got fond memories of high school. The class below me's moved on, all official-like. I was still in
I heard a massive rumbling from the front of the office, but didn't think too much of it. Probably just some leftover thunder from the storm last night. There were updates I needed to be writing, anyways, and I had finally been given an office with a computer whose keyboard didn't absolutely murder my wrists. So, you know. Just let me work in peace.
But there it was again, definitely. Yikes. Bit freaky. Jack, the main manager here, just ran by my office like really fast.
Ahh, hang on.
This is for Evan.
So I went up north over the 4th of July.
Colton has taken your missive to protect me very seriously.
While I was there, I bought two squirt guns.
This could only end one way.
Battle
"Ain't no man, beast, or otherwise what can best me!
Although sometimes, drastic anti-mosquito measures had to be taken
Despite this, I kept a
as she falls i try to catch her
Sweat out the fever, they tell me.
Seems like life is nothing but loading bars, failed-to-send messages, and discovering that your prince(ss) is in another castle. Has anyone ever taken the time to examine Mario's psyche for the duration of his adventure? Did he get sick of cheerfully climbing into the nearest pipe, and tumbling directly into a pit of spikes? I think I would have given up; just let the mushrooms bump into my knees and fling me away like I
My car smells like, and is packed full of more wet cardboard than should be legally allowed to obtain inside the United States. I can't wait for my dad to come home, park his truck next to my Explorer, gaze thoughtfully into the backseat, and then not even ask any questions once he comes inside.
But, dear reader, I will answer your questions.
This summer I'm working on a short film being produced in Chicago, but shot downtown Grand Rapids. I'm PA-ing for the creative team, which basica
I don't like open houses. They seem sort of pointless, to me. It's a lot of smiling, nodding, shaking hands and accepting compliments and cards. Sure, graduating high school is a big deal (if you're not British) but hey. If you want to give me money, then just give me money. I don't need to provide cake and watch you just drop by to feed yourself.
So yes. I say all of that, but I've been to a number of open houses in the past few weeks -- and they weren't actually bad. I went to see some fr
I know some schools are still wrapping things up with exams, but I figure for the most part I'm safe offering my general feelings of goodwill to all those kids who've graduated middle school, high school, or college.
As a recent high school graduate myself (sen10rs, woo!) I remember the excitement and trepidation of being, like, done completely. I'm going to a lot of open houses this summer for senior friends of mine, and they're great fun. The more food, of course, the better.
I went
Howdy-hey! So, a couple of you've asked me in-game what the story is behind my username. Rather than filling your private chat/friend's chat window with lines and lines and lines and lines of text, I figured I'd just write a blog post about it.
It gets pretty heavy, so wield your troll-slaying swords of cynicism and justice .. settle in, and get ready for a little story!
The first thing you should know about me, is that I'm a Christian. Before you stop reading, this ain't no sermon. In
So I'm spending my evening outdoors sitting in a rocking chair in the driveway .. with a laptop, an iPod, and Runescape running hardcore. I'm some kind of warrior, right?
Relient K are crooning in my ears .. but give me just one iTunes shift and we'll be rockin' Hollywood Undead, Johnny Cash, or Blink182. (I don't know if I actually have those bands, but the idea was to show the genre .. you know what? Never mind).
Point is, I have a lot of music. I posted something in the "How Much Mus
Her mouth was blood-red, and her eyes were wide. Not wide with shock, just wide. Drifting there, face-up. I had a camera in my hands, and I raised it to take a picture but I just couldn't. I couldn't.
I tried calling the authorities, but no one answered. It was just me and her.
Alone.
.. .. .. ..
Alright, so I'm talking about one of my goldfish. But it's still freaky as heck. Brace yourselves.
This is intense.
LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT EEEEEEEEEEET.
I went t
So guess what? I went for a jog, today.
*GASP*. Wh -- rawr, no! You can't have!
I did!
How are you still alive?
Ahh .. ? Not sure! Felt great, though. I walked a half-mile or so to the Subway down by the cemetery.
.. Outside?
That's right. We covered this, like, a few sentences ago.
.. .. .. .. What was it like?
Oh, really nice. About 70° out; that's 21° Celsius for you crazies.
And did you survive?
Sure I did! I used to spend all my summers outside and in the woods be