Wednesday, June 26, 2002

My God.

Neverwinter Nights.

I played until 0200 this morning.

I have problems.

The lure of a fully-compliant 3rd Edition D&D game didn't appeal to me in the slightest, since I have never before actually played Dungeons and Dragons. However, I snagged the game on a whim and loaded it up, and I was immediately struck with Diablo Syndrome.

Diablo Syndrome is what happened to me the first few times I played the original Diablo, in 1997. The first time I fired it up, I was unimpressed and played for five minutes. The second time, I played for about twenty minutes and remained unimpressed. The third time, I started playing, then looked up and realized that the sun was coming up because I'd played all through the night.

Same thing with Neverwinter Nights. Last night, the gamelust struck me, and now I am wholeheartedly stuck, and my half-elf paladin, Eilonwy of Llyr, charges forth selflessly to save the noble city of Neverwinter from the grasp of the Wailing Death.

So, no, I haven't been by the message boards for a pair of days, and I apologize--work has become completely nuts and I haven't had a free thirty minutes so far this week to post. I'm pushing it by just doing this update--there's so much I have to do this morning. And Eilonwy awaits me when I return home, impatiently tapping her elfin foot. She wanted to cleanse the Blacklake district last night, but the burning and stinging in my drooping eyes could not be denied.

Posted by Keeper @ 08:00 AM CST [Link]

Thursday, June 20, 2002

I just saw an ad for Hewlett-Packard proLiant servers.

Wow. That really threw me.

Posted by Keeper @ 11:37 AM CST [Link]

Tuesday, June 11, 2002

I am currently attending a week-long Altiris seminar. This is the most exciting thing I have done in a long time, since I get to sit in a room, play with cool stuff, and not work. Not working is very important.

When I'm asked, I describe Altiris as "SMS on crack." It's really neat and does everything that SMS does, but it does it better. Go, Altiris, go!

I also was incredibly busy last week moving furniture around. My roommate shoved off on my quite suddenly and I was left with an empty apartment, since most of the assets has been his. I have since acquired a couch, chair, inntables, coffee table, dining room table, paintings, and a very sore credit card.

For the retrieval of the couch and chair from a neighbor, I enlisted the aid of a friend of mine who is a graduate of the University of Texas. The person selling the couch to me--a very dear friend to my family--is a graduate of Texas A&M University; a dyed-in-the-wool Aggie who bleeds maroon. Non-Texans need to understand that UT and A&M have an ancient rivalry that's second-to-none. It's even worse than the Florida State/University of Florida thing.

So we show up to get the couch, and Rob--the Aggie--makes a big production because BJ is wearing a burnt-orange UT t-shirt. It was all in good fun, but it was incredibly annoying. How in the name of FUCK do universities acquire such rivalries, and why do their students automatically assume them? Rob had never before met BJ in his life, or vice-versa, yet they take up the rolls of blood enemies because of what universities they attended? Based on some magical, made-up rivalry that does nothing more than sell football tickets?

I don't get shit like that. Then again, perhaps it's the same reason why I like the USA--I was born here.

Brain fried from classroom. Must watch TV to unwind.

Posted by Keeper @ 04:27 PM CST [Link]