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Asheron's Call addictAGH! Went to go online yesterday, and kept getting disconnected by the DSL server. Picked up my phone-nothing but static.(Interesting thing about ADSL is it can still work sometimes even if the voice line doesn't-higher bandwidth hehe). Went outside to check the junction box, and found out it was full of water: last guy who serviced it didn't close it up right. So, until 1100CST today, I was offline-I couldn't even order pizza from my house. What to do, with a Saturday night and no AC with my buds? Half-Life until I got frustrated trying to figure out how to get into the fuel room in the blast pit level. Jane's WW II fighters, which always amazes me with the real-time lighting effects on aircraft 30 minutes trying to figure out how to get the CounterStrike CD Eric the Red sent me to play, only to discover that I need to download the update to the Half-Life version I have.DOH! I was finally reduced to eating Magic Dunk Oreos while watching SNL until Xena came on. My dissatisfaction with all of this has driven home the point: My name is Bubb'ah er I mean Chuck. I am an Asheron's Call addict. I feel helpless and unfulfilled if I don't get to kill at least a few drudges or tuskers each day. I told my coworkers the other day that I had to go get some trade notes out of the atm. I often fix meals that can easily be eaten without interfering with gameplay. I changed my dog's name from "Bo" to "Sho". I say Shriov Thiguz everytime I start my car. Ah, well, who cares? Now that I'm back online, it's party time again hehe. Bubb'ah |
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