I’ve done much research into the High Elves and as a fan of both Nordic and Chinese cultures, I rather appreciate the crossing of the two into one. Especially the “Sword Dancing” that the High Elven Swordmasters perform, which is basically a Chinese art form (most would know this as Jedi Light Saber fighting though.) There are plenty of other aspects in terms of influences that I enjoy in the High Elf race (although the entire game has some amazing influences from real life, notably the Holy Roman Empire in the form of…surprise, the Empire) But I’ll delve into those in a subsequent post. So if you’re into MMORPGs, I don’t think that Mythic would fail to deliver, nor anything from the Warhammer world. Here are both the new and old trailers, in that order, for your viewing pleasure.

If you wish to know more, visit Warhammer Age of Reckoning’s Website.

It’s sort of silly to have a celebrity crush like this or whatever, seeing as I’ll never be able to even lay eyes on her in my lifetime…but it’s not the first time I’ve fallen in love with an impossibility. It seems to be working too, in terms of inspiration for my workouts. Every time I push the weights up I think of her and it just drives me. And no, not just because I think she’s pretty, but because of what she does in the Olympics. She’s absolutely amazing and she’s become my new life inspiration in nearly all of my endeavors. If there was anyway I could ever tell her that in person, I think I’d break down crying. She just…melts my heart. Well, Go team USA! I’m done for now.

Before this, I really never had much discipline, especially in terms of school, and more specifically, math. But now that I’ve passed a math class with an A, I’ve proved to myself that I indeed, do have discipline and can perform when it comes time to. A 94 on the final? Well that just proves everything to me. Not a day missed, not a single missed homework, or failed test. But moving on from that, I’ve been having to confront several issues within me that have been tearing at me constantly. Two things, really, from my past. World of Warcraft, and my Ex-girlfriend. I want both of them back, but I know that having either or of them would probably affect me adversely in some way. The WoW habit, which I thought I kicked, seems to be like some sort of crack addiction. You think you’ve defeated it and then some part of your experience from WoW comes back and makes you want to play again.

Same ordeal with my ex. I think of the good things and I instantly want to date her again. I have to remember that it’s not the good things, for there’ll be good things in all aspects of life. But the past is the past and I can’t malinger around with artifacts from my past. I need to move on. The second I learn how to do that, I think I’ll be happy. In terms of MMO games, I’m sure that buying a new computer and getting Age of Conan will more than suffice the requirement of replacing WoW. Finding a new lover, on the other hand, will be a tad bit more difficult.

All I’ll say is that, she’s quite a person, appearance wise and personality wise. The little exchange really opened my eyes in a way that not even my ex could have allowed me to vent my personal thoughts and such. I don’t think I ever even got that way with her, at least truthfully. But moving on from personal issues (in a drastic change from the norm, I really don’t want to talk about stuff like this anymore, it just happens.) I’ve been playing True Crime: New York City for a few days now, and I must say it’s quite an addicting game. Haven’t been able to stop playing it. Found two new bands thanks to the game’s soundtrack. The Bravery and The Honorary Title. Both pretty good. So in short, I’m happy, life is good, things are moving forward, and I’m having fun. The end, until next time of course.

“Keeping up the rerun theme, MGM has hired director Darren Aronofsky to pull a Christopher Nolan and reboot the dormant Robocop franchise.
Aronofsky is teaming with writer David Self (Road to Perdition) to come up with a new story about the cyborg police officer set for 2010. The original 1987 feature, directed by Paul Verhoeven, spawned two sequels as well as a short-lived TV series and video games.”

IS IT JUST ME OR DOES CHRISTIAN BALE SERIOUSLY NEED TO PLAY ROBOCOP?!?!? CHRISTIAN BALE! CHRISTIAN BALE! CHRISTIAN BALE! HE’S FUCKING PERFECT FOR THIS ROLE.

Jesus Christ, this is making me all tingly, and my hair is standing on end. I couldn’t help myself so I had to read all the news to the Robocop Theme song and it’s making me want to fucking jump up and down crazily. I’m gunna have a heart attack. But seriously. Christian Bale would be the ideal Robocop. He has experience under a suit that only shows his awesome lips, he’s slim, and he looks like Murphy from the original Robocop. End of debate.

Now, moving on, I’ve been watching Standoff mostly and, you know, I blogged about this show back when it first aired and it is entirely depressing to watch it over because that show was one of the best shows to ever hit the air and Fox cancelled it. I can’t believe anyone could cancel it, it had so much going for it. Recently, however a show called Flashpoint aired on CBS so, after seeing the trailer and missing the premier I decided to check it out on the CBS website since it looked so similar to Standoff. My mistake entirely, the show reeks of mediocre production. The cast is an ensemble of generic, lookalike and really bland Canadian actors.

One looks like Bruce Willis, another Jennifer Garner, and the rest look like people you may see on your everyday trip to the supermarket, just with 100% more makeup. But whatever, maybe they were going for realism, but it didn’t entirely strike me as too impressive since their personalities are just as horribly blank. On a good show like Standoff, you get involved, and you start to care for the characters. On Flashpoint, I take one look at them and I say, “Now why the hell should I care if you die in the next split instant? What do you have to offer my viewing experience?” Is it such a horrible show that I couldn’t watch it without enjoying it? No, I wouldn’t say that, it’s all good fun, but it’s more like a Grade B movie compared to the likes of what Standoff was.

But not every show can be Standoff so whatever, if this show Flashpoint continues, I’ll keep watching it, but it’s not likely to make it to another week most likely. I can’t imagine the show having attracted any amount of viewers since not only does it feature such an unpopular topic such as para-military organizations (apparently hospital drama is the number one topic nowadays), but it’s also set in Toronto with a bunch of no name actors. Mesh those two things together and you have a recipe for a premature death to the series. Unless of course, CBS is pouring it’s money into it entirely which I doubt since they have all of those CSI series to continue. But watching Standoff made me realize something completely different from just how badly put together Flashpoint was. It made me re-evaluate my career options. Being an FBI agent has always sort of been out of the picture to me, I never really thought of it. Well, I did, but only in the furthest reaches of my imagination.

So after taking the liberty of visiting their website and checking their Employment Requirements, being a Special Agent in the FBI, is suddenly a very viable option, after college, and maybe a few years in local police service. I think being an FBI agent would make all those close to me, especially my father, very proud. Or, at least more proud of me. Being a police officer is nothing to be frowned upon, and he certainly values that fact. Now, I’m not committing myself. I may decide to take a different career path and remain a local detective here, it’s all in how things turn out for me. In fact, I may even choose to take up an internship at the FBI, and who knows what may happen, I may not even have to serve locally. But for me, that’s not the best option (at least for my personal reasons). I feel that I should serve my community before moving onto my own career advancement goals, you know…give back a little.

Certainly would be nice to have a partner as hot as Rosemarie DeWitt’s character on Standoff. She is one exceptionally beautiful woman. I don’t know, call me crazy, there’s just something about her. Well that ends today’s rant. Till next time.

Secondly, the place was packed to the brim and lord help me it was absurd. There were babies crying all over the place, and it had to have been the biggest mental trip I’d ever taken. Not to mention I had a total lack of sleep and I felt like I wanted to throw up and pass out. In the end I ended up getting my Interim Permit and acing the Permit Test easily. Now I wait three weeks for my laminated, actual permit with my really dorky and fugly picture to arrive. If it weren’t for one sole redeeming factor of that place, I probably would have never left alive. What was that factor? The women. Well at least like, two of them. One girl that came later on in my ordeal with her dad, was just the most amazing thing and was probably one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen. I’d explain her but to even think of her is heart wrenching.

So in conclusion, much akin to a zoo; there are ugly animals, and beautiful creatures that can’t be possibly fathomed or had, and unfortunately in one select case, this zoo was not a petting zoo. I would have given it all away just to have this girl I saw today. I honestly would have. I know it’d probably be the death of me, but she…God, it makes me all teary eyed. She was amazing. From the time she came in and the time I left, I couldn’t help but lock my eyes onto her amazing figure, or stare at her beautiful eyes. It was like she was made from my very fantasies. It’s depressing really. I’ll never have anything close to her. Maybe it’s better I don’t. What the hell would I do with a perfect woman anyway. It’s like carrying around a crate filled with delicate china across a battlefield. How long will it last before you trip and drop everything, and the whole world comes crashing down around you?

Hell what am I talking about, that happens to people even with the ugliest chicks, so who knows. I guess she really made me reflect on my life though because as soon as I got home, I went right to sleep and when I woke up all I could do was cry. Cry and cry and cry over that one thing in life that I don’t have. Love. I don’t know if I really want it now, I seem to be doing an excellent job wherever academics are involved since I’ve been without any distractions. But one day, I guess I’ll have my princess and I can shut up and blog about how happy I am instead of what my trip to the the zoo was like and how depressed I am.

It’s hard to believe I’m seventeen already. Seems like everything flew by. I can still remember being a little wee tot and playing with my little action figures, on the living room floor. And it also seems like I can see myself progress for every stage in my life. Probably the most touching one for me is my middle school to early high school stage. I was such an unbelievable dork and so so awkward. All I could think about was wanting a relationship and then one day I finally got one and it seemed to be everything I ever wanted until it turned upside down and spit me out. I haven’t been able to stop having dreams about my ex. This is the second night in a row. Maybe there’s something I need to do, visit an ancient Native American dream interpreter or go to a sweat lodge. Whatever it is, I really hope I don’t have a dream about my ex tonight because it’s making me really sick.

I still cry when I listen to Linkin Park’s first three albums, especially Reanimation, because the songs on that album hold a special place in my heart where I was in middle school and so in love with this girl, who till this day remains an absolute beauty in my eyes but ultimately an impossibility. I wanted nothing more on Earth, than to have her. Obviously never got her, even if I did, what the hell would I have done? I was in middle school and I wasn’t even producing any seminal fluids yet. I was so stupid and so innocent and thats what makes me cry besides the obvious romantic attachment to the thoughts of me being a little thirteen year old. So all in all, the day was good. Nothing quite like a little activity to get the juices working, and seeing a nice score written in big red letters on your Math test. Fantastic.

I really don’t have much of a choice though. Our would-be one year anniversary is coming up and I always thought I’d get to see it with her, but I was a fool then so I would have believed anything really. I admit, it’s hard to not miss her, and it’s hard to not think about her, but I know that by now, hell after the first few minutes probably, she forgot about me and probably doesn’t even remember me. That’s a saddening thought for me to think about, really. And it makes me feel stupid for thinking about her in a sentimental manner, but am I really stupid? Yeah I probably am. There are so many things that I associate with her though, and that’s what makes it hardest. Summer, especially, is one of the strongest reminders. I feel weak though. I feel vulnerable. I’m alone, and the only thing that comes close to keeping me company are my damn memories of her and that’s not very comforting.

I guess the second I find someone to fill this void in my life, I’ll stop thinking about my ex. So happy birthday to me. Seventeen years on this sad planet of ours, and happy to be alive. Go me. What do I get to do tomorrow for my birthday? Run around a track. Fucking brilliant. Not that I want to do anything, I’ve totally outgrown that whole Birthday boy thing, I don’t even care if I get presents or not. Such a stupid thing people do for each other. Lavishing each other with presents and greetings on one day of the year to show “how much they care for that person.” Yeah, really. So that’s why you decide to come out on one day of the year suddenly and throw material crap at me. Gee, thanks.