Wow... Losers...

So... Last night, Stacey conned me into taking her to the midnight sales event of this stupid World of Warcrap thing at Fry's. I thought I'd be clever, drop her off and take a friend home, then pick her up on the way back.

What repulsive creatures WoW players are. There seem to be two major categories of them. There are the obese beardos, who generally weren't so bad and then there were the wanna-be gangsta boys that are STILL wearing those pants that make them look like they took a crap in them. What the hell is with that fashion disaster anyhow?

Anyhow. The parking lot at Fry's was just FILLED with garbage. What the Hell is with people? Did mommy always clean up after them? Is that what that pants look is all about? They really are shitting themselves but mommy isn't there to change them now? Who knows!?

Of course, it doesn't stop there. How many times did I hear some some guy coming out of the store proudly with his over-packaged piece of crap game shout something to the effect of 'BYE FAGGOTZ!!!LUL!!!' then jump in his overpriced car that I can only assume his parents bought him, and squeal the tires across the parking lot to prove how studly he really is. Seriously. It was sickening. These losers seriously outnumbered the dorky beardos at Frys.

A world populated by pathetic asshats with the IQ of shoe leather. Their only purpose is to kill imaginary monsters and stroke their fragile little egos with power fantasies. They're just fucking pathetic. I don't get World of Wastrels at all. I need to be doing something interesting and creative with my time almost all the time. Repeating the same menial tasks over and over again just doesn't seem like fun to me. Nor does being commanded around by worthless pieces of human filth who have the strategic planning abilities of a gerbil. If I wanted that, I'd work fast food or go back to the telecom industry.

I think this is why SecondLife is so adamant about not being a game. Sure there are pretentious club-kidz in SL too but in general it's draw is for creative types. Almost everyone in SL makes stuff. Maybe it's just textures for clothes to sell to try to make money but it's something that at least has an element of creativity. WoW doesn't even have any roll-play that I've seen. It's all about the numbers. No one is 'in character'. It's a total waste of time. WoW players just sit around gaining weight, skipping real-world events with their real friends to go on 'raids'.

Oooh. You might make a couple friends in WoW... But if the majority of the users have the personality of coleslaw with too much mayonaise, what's the point? It's like shifting through shit to find some seeds that might not have got digested. I need something more substantial and less vile.

Although. Speaking of insubstantial and vile, after the WoW crap, we went to Denny's. Ugh. I had a bit of a fit watching the pathetic losers at the Fry's WoW thing. (How many young men squealing their tires and darting across a parking lot while shouting obscenities at people can you tolerate before losing it? My tolerance is a surprisingly high 14) There's something wrong with me. Sometimes I just wake up to how ... uninspiring the majority of people in the world are and break down and cry, and the WoW thing triggered it. Blah.

Anyhow, we ended up at Denny's. It was empty except for two loathsome yuppies blathering about their stock portfolios and whispering conspiracy theories to each other about the stock market decline in 2000 and how they, of course, were smarter than market analysts and such. Every bit as bad as the WoW crowd.

Eventually, a cute goth guy came in too. He had a very Clark Gable kind of look but with more eye shadow and of course the frilly poet's shirt and stuff like that. Cheered me up quite a bit. Reminded me I have fluorescent hair and I'm not the only freak in the world.

Stacey had noticed he was counting his pennies to get dinner and bought the cheapest thing on the menu. On the way out, Stacey asked me if I minded if we paid for his dinner. For some reason this made me totally happy, so she whispered to the waiter and we picked it up and then snuck off. Mwhuahahaha!

I suppose in retrospect, it was a little rude, but honestly, I consider six bucks a small price to pay for not feeling like the entire human race should just be scourged from the face of the planet. Plus, odds are high we'll never see him again, so it's just some mystery for him. :D That'll teach him to wear make-up in public! ;)

Costuming

Heh. So... The past few years I've built odd little costumes for friends. This year I decided to go off and make something for myself. Though what started out as something simple and horribly failed evolved into something quite a bit more exotic than I'd meant for it to (thanks largely to the input of prickvixen. So now I have a costume.

Actually, that's not quite true, it's still more of an outfit than a costume, but I have several outfits/costumes picked out and assembled. Parts made, parts bought, weirdly assembled. Kind of amusing to me that I spent like a week working on this one thing that I suspect I'll probably wear less than 3 hours. In fact, that's sort of a problem with my costumes at this point. If I'm not careful I'm going to be changing outfits every few hours. I'm going to have to plan out what I'm doing and where in advance. Too much planning! Augh!

Ohwell. More details and maybe some photos later. Mostly I just wanted to thank PVix for the help. :)