How I envy you.
Iceland. Do not eat there.
I wish to god they had hot dogs.
If they had hot dogs, they would be made out of fermented herring in shark testicle casings.
I wish I were kidding.
Brasse
I have to play games for a living. Yeah, that sucks, I know...
In the name of science... err... and journalism, I have played every single MMOG ever presented to the mainstream to a significant extent, and even a few that should have been buried out back (Roma Victor, anyone?)...
EQII is still one of my top three for depth and quality, along with LOTRO and Warhammer Online. It is a good game, although sometimes I do welcome a break from it.
Every player has a gamestyle that they naturally prefer. Nuances of graphics, sound, quests and progression in one game will draw them more than another, and sometimes the nature of the enjoyment is hard to articulate. Over the years, I watched as my beloved InnMates guild, once strong and focused in EQ, drifted away when they found homes that felt more comfortable to them. We still get together a couple of times a year to drink, eat too much, play Rockband, MTG and Settlers of Cataan and trash each other's "main" games.
"Vive la difference" as the surrender monkeys say.
We've all found homes, and EQII is where my overfilled, laggy house is.
The sad, sad truth is... I am a goat geek. I raised purebred dairy goats for almost 20 years in Canada (La Manchas, Toggenburgs and Nubians).
I raised them, showed them, and travelled across the country judging at goat shows.
So if you ever DO decide to switch careers... don't.
But if you do, come ask the goat lady all about them.
I used to get calls at 2am from people with sick goats, I kid you not (pardon the pun). They'd drop in all through my weekend, like I had nothing better to do than talk goat on my days off. Mind, it wasn't so bad if they picked up a fork and helped me muck out the barn, and even better if they brought beer along.
That was all a long time ago before the Interntez was affordable and God hadn't invented digital cameras yet, but I still have proof: I was at the CA State Fair with my friend Wren last year and was amazed to see that drawings I had done for the Canadian Type Classification program were still being used as part of 4-H displays some 15 years later.
And *this* is why Coyote is funny.
Mebbe Oi should git me Troll ta post me comics fer me.
;-)#
How I envy you.
Iceland. Do not eat there.
I wish to god they had hot dogs.
If they had hot dogs, they would be made out of fermented herring in shark testicle casings.
I wish I were kidding.
Brasse
I have to play games for a living. Yeah, that sucks, I know...
In the name of science... err... and journalism, I have played every single MMOG ever presented to the mainstream to a significant extent, and even a few that should have been buried out back (Roma Victor, anyone?)...
EQII is still one of my top three for depth and quality, along with LOTRO and Warhammer Online. It is a good game, although sometimes I do welcome a break from it.
Every player has a gamestyle that they naturally prefer. Nuances of graphics, sound, quests and progression in one game will draw them more than another, and sometimes the nature of the enjoyment is hard to articulate. Over the years, I watched as my beloved InnMates guild, once strong and focused in EQ, drifted away when they found homes that felt more comfortable to them. We still get together a couple of times a year to drink, eat too much, play Rockband, MTG and Settlers of Cataan and trash each other's "main" games.
"Vive la difference" as the surrender monkeys say.
We've all found homes, and EQII is where my overfilled, laggy house is.
;-)#
Brasse
I hope that he recovers quickly, and does not drive you insane in the interim.
All the best from the auld Dwarf... Oi'll even have a drink (or six) in his honor.
;-)#
Brasse
The sad, sad truth is... I am a goat geek. I raised purebred dairy goats for almost 20 years in Canada (La Manchas, Toggenburgs and Nubians).
I raised them, showed them, and travelled across the country judging at goat shows.
So if you ever DO decide to switch careers... don't.
But if you do, come ask the goat lady all about them.
I used to get calls at 2am from people with sick goats, I kid you not (pardon the pun). They'd drop in all through my weekend, like I had nothing better to do than talk goat on my days off. Mind, it wasn't so bad if they picked up a fork and helped me muck out the barn, and even better if they brought beer along.
That was all a long time ago before the Interntez was affordable and God hadn't invented digital cameras yet, but I still have proof: I was at the CA State Fair with my friend Wren last year and was amazed to see that drawings I had done for the Canadian Type Classification program were still being used as part of 4-H displays some 15 years later.
http://www.thebrasse.com/images/20070824_CA_State_Fair_Bhin.jpg
http://www.thebrasse.com/images/20070824_CA_State_Fair.jpg
I know goat boobies.
Not sure if I should be proud or embarrassed.
I'll go with proud.
;-)#
Brasse
ps. sorry for the long post. I kind of miss having the chance to talk goat.