<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824</id><updated>2011-12-27T02:25:28.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamers Quest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6121236319555167485</id><published>2009-05-13T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:08:21.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Am I Posting This?</title><content type='html'>For some unknown reason I've had a desire to get a Shofar for a while now. Yeah I know, what possible use would I have for one of those? I don't have a clue, I just want one. So what's the problem you ask, just go buy one. Apparently there's more kinds of Shofar's then one would imagine at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know roughly what I want, a longer one, 34" or more. I'd prefer a polished finish and white instead of mahogany. And it has to be a real Shofar not one of those synthetic ones. The ones I've seen online close to what I want are between $170 and $250(Okay, okay the one I really want is $500).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is I don't really feel comfortable buying something like that without seeing it first. Each one is unique so I want to pick mine own out. Which lead me to make some phone calls earlier; right, no one within a hundred miles knows what it is much less has one. So I guess the Shofar is on hold for a while until I can get to Huston or somewhere where I can find a place that has them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went ahead and bought an expansion pack for Settlers of Canton today, well I actually got two but that's beside the point. One of them was just for more players, which will be completely wasted if we just play it with the family like we've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was buying games I went ahead and got 1856. I've been interested in getting something that was more of a financial game then what we play now. Although I'm not sure if anyone is interested in it but me. I thought the same thing about Starcraft and we've been enjoying it tremendously. However I think 1856 is a game I'll like to play against myself, for a while at lest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing I've wanted for a while was a 3D puzzle of Notre Dame(I know I spelled that wrong somewhere). So I looked it up, $210... FOR A PUZZLE??? I don't think so. So I got another one that I can't remember what it was called but it was for $30 so I liked it. The bad part is I found a 12,000 piece puzzle(no that is not a typo), which was for $300, but I can understand that, it'd take a year to put it together and a table the size of my bedroom(and I'm not talking about my old 6x6 bedroom either). So that's now on my "stuff to buy" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I got two expansions, one completely new game and one puzzle. Not bad. I really thought about getting the Carcassonne big box, we already have the basic game but it'd be cheaper to get the set instead of buying everything separate. However it would have been a little more expensive then I wanted to spend all together and Carcassonne is sorta low on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that's all that is going on now, hopefully I'll start posting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---UjB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6121236319555167485?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6121236319555167485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6121236319555167485' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6121236319555167485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6121236319555167485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-am-i-posting-this.html' title='Why Am I Posting This?'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-8678004621388901267</id><published>2009-03-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:04:02.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAR vs BLM</title><content type='html'>As I level warrior I've really started to notice how differently a DD looks at the world then a BLM. Most people seem to think that BLM is all about selling your soul for power and mixing frog guts with the eyes of living witches to make the ultimate spell, which don't get me wrong we do that too. It's just we're not by default evil. We're not evil, we're masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of blm is control, we control the elements to do damage. We force mobs to sleep until we're ready to deal with them. We use everything from gravity to lightning to manipulate our opponents to do what we want them to do. And if all else fails we hit them with a stick. Regardless of the length of battle we continually weight any number of different options and pick the one that has the highest chance of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warrior is all about hitting things with large, heavy, sharp objects, sounds fun. They have a lot more survivability then blm does in the fact that they can take much more damage and can deal much more damage without resting for mp constantly. But they don't have options, they can cast some spells depending on their sub that negates damage and proper usage of Defender/Aggressor/Berserk/Retaliation can change the outcome of a battle easily. But their options quickly narrow down to 1. Hit the Mob, 2. Don't hit the mob. I enjoy War in parties, it's very relaxing and it's always fun to see big numbers, but when it comes to events where I'm trying to get something done I get a feeling of helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a mob looks at you on blm it's simple, put him to sleep, bind him, gravity and run or wait for your lackeys to take him off you. On war it's much more simple, keep hitting him and hope he dies before you. Eh I guess all I'm trying to say is war is fun, but the lack of options is downright scary to me. You accentually  have to trust your group members to keep you healed, debuff the mob, and keep any extra mobs out of commission until you're ready to kill it. And anyone who's read more then two posts here should know how I stand on trusting people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-8678004621388901267?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8678004621388901267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=8678004621388901267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8678004621388901267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8678004621388901267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2009/03/war-vs-blm.html' title='WAR vs BLM'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6315772283170461245</id><published>2009-03-19T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:52:33.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Alright Its been a long time since I've posted anything here, and like every other time it's just laziness. So assuming that I'm not going to be lazy for a while(yeah, like that's going to happen) I figured I'd post one update to catch myself up to speed then start with the normal weekly junk next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has happened in the last month and a half? Not much. I've somehow managed to not get kicked out of DA. I think it's just because their running short on blms that stay around and once they get a couple more I'm gone. Or it could just be that I'm paranoid.... Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember correctly when I left off posting I had yet to get any AFv2 aside from a mnk piece. Well since then I've picked up three for blm, Boots, Legs, and Hands. The boots are useless, but they are better then what I was using so they are now in my full time set. The leg piece has a weather/day bonus which means 90% of the time it is as helpful as a full time Danvies. But it does help with starting my weather/day set. The hands would have to be a godly piece of equipment to replace either of the two I use normally and it isn't, but it does have Dark+10 so I keep it around for Drain/Aspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dynamis, I've gotten all the gear from the main cities I need but not the wins. So far the only win I have is Sandy so in order to get any more gear I need three wins and/or us to start doing dreamland. Which brings me to our continual loosing, is that normal? I understand our loses in Bastok, but Windy and Jeuno(although most of the ls has that win so we don't do it very often) bother me. We just keep hitting a wall and that's it folks. The problem is I don't know what to do to help the situation out, there has to be something I can do but I'm at a loss at what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CoP, DA has started to do the CoP missions for those that don't have it, which I greatly appreciate. But that does take up the last day that I had free to do whatever, mainly level war. They've changed up the schedule so now the free day is Saturday, a day that I'm not able to be on most of the time. So I'm faced with a choice, play more or play less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single biggest help my blm could get right now is merits. The plan was to level war then merit on it for blm. But now I don't have time to work on war, which means I don't see merits in my future. So I either have to forget war and just merit solo when I have time or find time to do one or two merit parties a week(In other words bye bye sleep). Neither option sounds good, meriting solo turns out to be one point every hour or so which means it'll be a very long time before I actually see any results. Spending more time on the game is not that good either, I'm currently having trouble balancing everything; add in more game time and FFXI becomes more trouble then it's worth. I'm not sure what I'll do yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War has been good, I've been able to level in campaign so I'm still leveling at a decent pace. The problem is my Great Axe skill is now no-where near cap and I don't have the faintest idea on how to cap it. So I could either live in besieged or ask for some help... Right so to Besieged I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea, as I said we're doing CoP missions, which is great. I'm very much looking forward to getting sea, well maybe not sea but limbus. There's a couple of good items in sea but I'm not that interested in the normal sea drops for blm(aside from Nova). What I'm looking forward to is limbus, upgrading AF and doing a Dynamis type event that I can solo(not for win just for farming) sounds just downright perfect to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that just about covers everything game related, I did skip a few things. But nothing real important... well okay so I did skip some important things but I'm not sure how to bring those issues up. Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6315772283170461245?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6315772283170461245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6315772283170461245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6315772283170461245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6315772283170461245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7567725882219970249</id><published>2009-01-29T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:29:19.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convenient Truths and Lack of Control</title><content type='html'>In the last couple of days a couple of things happened that somewhat messed with my mind and left me slightly irritated. As I am to tired to care atm if I offend anyone I'm just going to write them both out and call it good. So uh anyone from DAsh that may stop by(yeah like that's going to happen) don't take offense at this or change how you do things, it's not your fault that I think to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we where up in Sky killing gods when we got a drop for an item that I wanted. There's only two gear sets that I want right now(well that I have any chance of getting, I'd kill everyone in my ls for a chance at morgans gear but hey that ain't gonna happen) this was a minor part of the second set. There was around five people that want/need them but I had figured from the start that I would be first or second to get it. I thought that the first one would probably go to Mix and I'd get mine later. Well the leader(who has the terrible job of deciding who gets what gear) asked  on vent for people's opinion on who should get it, myself or Mix. The two people who answered said, let them both lot and whoever gets it, gets it. So it's left to chance and Mix lots a 447(or something like that) and I sit foaming at the mouth with my finger over the lot option. One sigh later I did what I knew I was going to do from the start, pass and let Mix have it without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why? Well the simple answer is that the leader did something I have never seen her do before. Whenever there's a choice of who gets the gear her and one of the other leaders go in private and discuss it then come out and say who they decided. She didn't do that, she asked out where I was part of the conversation and Mix wasn't. Naturally I kept my mouth shut, if Mix didn't get the chance to plead his case neither should I. But I can only think of three reasons why she would do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and lest likely was because there where two leaders in the conversation and she wanted both their opinion instead of one or she wanted the opinion of one of the none leaders(not me) so she didn't want to drag everyone but me to a private channel. That as a reason doesn't fit right so I doubt it was the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was just pure laziness, she didn't want to or think it was important enough to go to a separate channel to talk. Which fits, fact it's not that big a deal, it's not like this gear is real rare or that hard to get. So its fully possible that it just wasn't worth the effort to leave and come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to the most likely reason(to me at lest), she wanted me to say something. She wanted to find out if I really wanted it or if it wasn't something that mattered. Why do I think that's the case? I'm not sure, I just think it's more likely then any other reason I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now obviously if the third reason was true and I said something when she asked it would have been completely out of character so I had to keep my mouth shut(and yes for those that don't know me all that ran through my head as soon as she asked the group; I told you I think to much). Then the decision came that we could both lot it, which obviously if I had lotted it and lost it then everything would have been fine, but had I won it then it would have been insulting. And yes I know anyone reading that just went HUH???? So I have a different code then everyone else, so what, just except it and forget it. It would have been to me so that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the simple answer and I really wish I could say that was the reason I didn't lot(hey with my lots I wouldn't have gotten it anyway, I think I've only lotted over 500 twice in this game). But that isn't the why, that's just like all the reasons I gave to the people who later asked me why I passed, convenient truths that while are true weren't the reason. So the why, the reason, simple; this isn't that important of a gear, I can easily finish FFXI without it and never feel bad that I didn't have it. So instead of just wanting it I wanted to earn it, I wanted to get it because I had done the work and had proven worthy of it over Mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I guess I haven't, not that that's surprising. Mix has been in the ls longer then me and if I had to say which of us was the better blm I couldn't answer. He does out-damage me frequently and he has sea so he's more useful then myself. So eh, no biggy, I just have to work harder. Don't get the wrong idea though, I'm not going to pass on everything or anything else for that matter. Believe me when I say that if I ever see a blm relic there will be nothing left to chance. I'll be d2ing every other blm in the zone far far away long before it hits the item pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is control? There's a lady that I've done work for in the past and she's really unique. Now that's not a good thing, she has no control over herself. One time we where chatting and she mentioned a client of hers. We were just passing the time of day as we waited for something or other, stupid stuff and she brought up that client and all of a sudden she flies off into a panic. It's hard to describe it, but she lost the ability to talk in complete sentences, it all just turned into an unending jumble of words as she walked in a circle waving her hands around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was downright scary actually, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it out of there with all of my limbs attached to where they normally are. I've found out since then that that's normal for her, with very little reason she flies off into a rant or a panic and can't keep herself under what most people would say normal control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I any different? Yes deffinently, I'm not near as crazy as her. But like all people I don't always do what is in my best interest because I just don't feel like it at the time. What was it that Paul said? "That which I would not do, I do?" Now I know I'm taking it out of context but if the reason isn't the same it's usage fits to remind me of human failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How "out of control" are we/me in our day to day lives? Would that coke be the best thing in the long run for us or do we choose it because it's what we want? Do we choose the people that we're around because we think they're the best influence on us or do we just go with who makes us feel the best? Do we watch TV at night because in twenty years that will have been the most beneficial use of that hour or because that's what we want to do at that moment? Eh, you tell me, just how much "control" do you have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7567725882219970249?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7567725882219970249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7567725882219970249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7567725882219970249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7567725882219970249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2009/01/convenient-truths-and-lack-of-control.html' title='Convenient Truths and Lack of Control'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7988679060433234787</id><published>2009-01-12T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:03:27.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canatu's Week #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu3riMMXqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3pUAw1AgSG8/s1600-h/1-4-2009+9.30.59+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu3riMMXqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3pUAw1AgSG8/s400/1-4-2009+9.30.59+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290524145816985250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so back to work after a wonderful holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu39VmbvSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yz2VNfMmBto/s1600-h/1-4-2009+10.07.12+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu39VmbvSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yz2VNfMmBto/s400/1-4-2009+10.07.12+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290524451675028770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did Genbu twice Sunday night and I got Aquarian Abjuration: Hands off the second one. Thanks to all who helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu4e0R174I/AAAAAAAAAOU/H2_XwV6h59Y/s1600-h/1-4-2009+11.47.27+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu4e0R174I/AAAAAAAAAOU/H2_XwV6h59Y/s400/1-4-2009+11.47.27+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290525026845847426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward some of use went and fought this guy. I don't think I did anything but hey I didn't hurt anything(except the mob) either. Grats to Aur for getting her sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu5TVzSQCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CNHT8BQtsq4/s1600-h/1-5-2009+6.36.23+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu5TVzSQCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/CNHT8BQtsq4/s400/1-5-2009+6.36.23+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290525929197682722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I traded in the Abjuration and got my Zenith Mitts. We did a few things in sky, Zippy, BB and something else. I don't remember, but it was something of a long night and everyone was showing the effects at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu5-8edOzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/k1StrFE57iA/s1600-h/1-6-2009+10.48.30+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu5-8edOzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/k1StrFE57iA/s400/1-6-2009+10.48.30+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290526678313679666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we went and fought Gold-Tongued Culberry for the Uggalepih Pendant. There is two pop items, one has a 50% chance of the drop the other has 100% chance. Apparently the 100% one is much tougher. My Gravity's where  landing and staying on the weaker one, easily; not so much on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu7i1-cXgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/j4V5Z97mDN0/s1600-h/1-6-2009+11.48.35+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu7i1-cXgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/j4V5Z97mDN0/s400/1-6-2009+11.48.35+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290528394555710978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way we got three kills(two of which I got the last shot in) and two pendents. Which the ls gave me one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu70OtaCKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/f_UhjXxOf0w/s1600-h/1-7-2009+11.33.44+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu70OtaCKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/f_UhjXxOf0w/s400/1-7-2009+11.33.44+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290528693252917410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to Wednesday, my eighth Dynamis attempt. Which thanks to s certain individual turned into a win! My first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uh would like to point out that this has been a long week with a lot of great things happening. So I'm going to end this with just another thanks to those who helped me and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for next week, get more Dragon Meat so I can level cooking. Work on WAR AF and get a couple extra pieces of gear I need, also recap gAxe as it's still at 50 and I'm at 55. Also I need some exp on BLM as a bad run of just about anything will put me back to 74.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7988679060433234787?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7988679060433234787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7988679060433234787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7988679060433234787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7988679060433234787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2009/01/canatus-week-7.html' title='Canatu&apos;s Week #7'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SWu3riMMXqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3pUAw1AgSG8/s72-c/1-4-2009+9.30.59+PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-794676441976915536</id><published>2008-12-16T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:03:45.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define Friendship</title><content type='html'>I've never tried to hide the fact that human interaction is very confusing to me. I don't understand people, why they do things, why they bother breathing, everything and anything just plain confuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With online acquaintances it's even more difficult, because your dealing with just text conversations it's very easy to interpret things incorrectly. Those few I talk to through vent are easier, but the majority of people are difficult to "read".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I "read" people correctly(I think) I still have no idea where I stand. Take TW, if I understand them correctly I sit at around +6(it could easily be -7 or -8), yet to be honest I was treated like I was a +3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I pay little to no attention to what people say, it's what they do that is important. So after a time I gave up and responded as though I was a +3 and just left. Which was a good idea actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But going back farther then that, most of SC treated me as though I was -5 or true neutral. The three notable exceptions was Wranglers(+6), D(-7), and MM(+6). About two months ago I got to talk to all three for a short time. I learned a lot about Wranglers that I didn't know before and it showed me some of the choices I made while dealing with him where incorrect, mostly because I got his personality wrong. So for that, sorry W, I didn't mean to be a jerk; if I had been paying more attention things would have gone smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about my current ls, DA? Well I haven't been in long enough to understand most of them yet. Actually I haven't really been trying, I'm tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation I overheard last night forced me to start looking at the people in DA though. Obviously I'm viewed as true neutral by most of the people in there(as witnessed by the secret Santa gift that was given to me, btw I still loved it), which is where I want to be. I have some personal opinions of people there, Wine(+6),  Copy(+2), TriDual(+6), LittleT(+7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what have I gained in this? I see people all the time mention people giving them something, sometimes huge gifts. Since I've joined this game I've received two gifts, the first was a fishing pole that some guy gave me shortly after I joined. The second was a stack of Melon Pies +1 from Longtail last Christmas. I've gotten a lot of help doing missions and stuff like that and some other stuff that you can't place a value on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I given? I've given around 1.5mil to different ls's. I gave MM and his girl five stacks of sushi(I had a lot of extra when I was skilling up), I've given a few different people stacks of ninja tools. I handed out all my old fishing poles(I think four total) and gave away a 20k fish so a guy could get his fishing ring(he then quit the game). And yes I have paid my dues on missions and other things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember helping Blarg for about 3 hours one night only to have him refuse to help me the next day for five minutes. I pl'd a guy once for ten hours straight, that was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I trying to say? I'm not sure, reading over it it sounds kinda emo actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I joined DA I didn't speak much, as I would normally do with a new group. I prefer to spend some time studding people and getting the feel of the place before I start talking just so I don't stick my foot in my mouth(any more then normal that is). As it nears the point that I'd start to speak more often I find myself not wanting to. Why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to be friendly, it didn't work. I guess the point of all this is I've come to except I'm not going to get what I really want out of this game so whatever happens, happens. Man, this entire post just looks like me complaining... Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-794676441976915536?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/794676441976915536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=794676441976915536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/794676441976915536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/794676441976915536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/12/define-friendship.html' title='Define Friendship'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6353082259784214963</id><published>2008-12-16T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:23:33.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canatu's Week #6</title><content type='html'>Sunday is Sky night so we went and took down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SUf7K3DzgOI/AAAAAAAAANs/gYmufbAhtVg/s1600-h/12-7-2008+10.01.41+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SUf7K3DzgOI/AAAAAAAAANs/gYmufbAhtVg/s400/12-7-2008+10.01.41+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280465252112367842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzaku. Which was fun and rather easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was also sky but as I don't remember what we did and I didn't take a screenshot to tell me, I'm just going to pretend we tossed rocks at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday everyone went on swiftbelt runs, which I couldn't join because of my mission level, so I got the night off to level war. *cheer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SUf8bG5n5dI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fEZy1m2TFOo/s1600-h/12-10-2008+8.24.36+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SUf8bG5n5dI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fEZy1m2TFOo/s400/12-10-2008+8.24.36+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280466630754166226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering what a picture of Diablos is doing on Wednesday night, the night I should be doing Dynamis. Well some random dude popped in the ls about an hour before Dynamis time and asked if there was anyone who needed the Diablos fight. Being the idiot I am I figured everyone would be ready to go, we'd run down there kill him and I'd get back in time to sit around before Dynamis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I know, I expect way to much of people. The good news is that we did win the fight, the bad news is that the extra hour it took us to get one of the guys who was just sitting around while they shouted ready for the fight made me late for Dynamis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SUf-SXleF0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/vszGClTPbfQ/s1600-h/12-10-2008+9.55.43+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SUf-SXleF0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/vszGClTPbfQ/s400/12-10-2008+9.55.43+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280468679637473090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again it was Dynamis San'O so I couldn't get anything from there anyway, other then a few deaths. Still I hate to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I got to level war again and had a decent party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had a terrible party, mostly due to a pld that didn't know how to hold hate(he didn't even have Flash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters computer crashed Saturday so I spent most of the weekend working on it(still haven't fixed it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my goals for last week was, Cooking 96 and war 50. I didn't get either done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals for next week are, Cooking 97 and war 50. I don't know if I'll get cooking done but unless things go really bad I should get war 50 easily(since I'm 48 now).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6353082259784214963?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6353082259784214963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6353082259784214963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6353082259784214963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6353082259784214963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/12/canatus-week-6.html' title='Canatu&apos;s Week #6'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SUf7K3DzgOI/AAAAAAAAANs/gYmufbAhtVg/s72-c/12-7-2008+10.01.41+PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2844038291447720119</id><published>2008-12-08T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:52:50.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canatu's Week #5</title><content type='html'>Sunday night we headed out to sky and killed.... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We killed something.... I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night we where in sky and killed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what happened Tuesday night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/ST2QzACMyBI/AAAAAAAAANE/-mHuMKu9l5g/s1600-h/12-2-2008+9.36.19+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/ST2QzACMyBI/AAAAAAAAANE/-mHuMKu9l5g/s400/12-2-2008+9.36.19+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277533544205043730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomb Queen. Which was somewhat of a fun battle. Got three kills but no Destroyers, sorry BW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was going to be Dynamis but because of people issues it was canceled, we really need a few more guys in the ls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was a good thing for me because it let me have the time to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/ST2Ru0qRL8I/AAAAAAAAANM/Vy7NUoJ-IbA/s1600-h/12-3-2008+6.13.43+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/ST2Ru0qRL8I/AAAAAAAAANM/Vy7NUoJ-IbA/s400/12-3-2008+6.13.43+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277534571944030146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fight Maat. On my free time the previous couple of days I had been fighting Goblins for a testimony and I was lucky and got one Tuesday night. My first attempt at Maat went somewhat smoothly, I had less then a minute left to go when my 2hour decided not to go off and I failed. Which lead to this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/ST2SipAzDSI/AAAAAAAAANU/CMz7HFlWUq0/s1600-h/12-1-2008+7.21.59+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/ST2SipAzDSI/AAAAAAAAANU/CMz7HFlWUq0/s400/12-1-2008+7.21.59+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277535462170496290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which lead to this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/ST2S6rU27AI/AAAAAAAAANc/68sq75oPoKs/s1600-h/12-2-2008+6.25.24+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/ST2S6rU27AI/AAAAAAAAANc/68sq75oPoKs/s400/12-2-2008+6.25.24+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277535875108367362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which lead to this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/ST2S6-o4vhI/AAAAAAAAANk/qn7gHwz-aqo/s1600-h/12-3-2008+7.53.11+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/ST2S6-o4vhI/AAAAAAAAANk/qn7gHwz-aqo/s400/12-3-2008+7.53.11+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277535880292646418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy!! Whm Maat is dead. BTW, that grats is not for me but it fits in with the screen shot nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of Thursday night gearing up war and then threw another good chunk of my time out the window when a couple of pains came knocking on my door and I stupidly answered it. After I got rid of them I had time for a very short gimpy party, we had a grand total of 18 battles and spent more time going to camp then fighting. On the plus side of things I now know that Pulver is a rdm/blm and a putz in the highest order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was an excellent evening that I was sorry to see end. We started right at 5 and I finally left group at around 2:30, after gaining four levels. The party reformed several times and was mostly myself and the leader with others joining and leaving every 40min or so. If it hadn't of been for the guy I had looking over my shoulder all night it would have been a downright perfect night. But hey, what can I say, I'm hard to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took Saturday off(didn't even turn in guild items) so that was the end of last week. My goals for this week is Dynamis(hopefully), Cooking 96 and war 50(only way that'll happen is if I can play Saturday, which I doubt will happen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till next week.... Or whenever I get around to posting again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2844038291447720119?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2844038291447720119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2844038291447720119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2844038291447720119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2844038291447720119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/12/canatus-week-5.html' title='Canatu&apos;s Week #5'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/ST2QzACMyBI/AAAAAAAAANE/-mHuMKu9l5g/s72-c/12-2-2008+9.36.19+PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2991750177082108291</id><published>2008-12-03T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:29:01.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canatu's Week</title><content type='html'>And yet another week goes by. The linkshell took most of the week off because of Thanksgiving which gave me time to get stuff done. So with four nights off I decided to finish whm for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just about all that I did all week, level whm. When I wasn't in a party I was doing Campaign. One very boring week. Which could have been done in half the time it took, with interruptions from family to extra hours at work I barely managed to get 500 tnl to 70 Saturday night. So much for beating maat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining, being this close is good enough for me, with a little luck I can get to work on war near the end of next week. So good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Saturday afternoon MS and I got a party together for my mnk, which keeps our average of one party every three weeks alive... Looking at mnk 75 in about four years... If I'm lucky... Yeah I can barely hold in my excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I shouldn't complain, I'm just looking at leveling another job that I don't care about just to give me something to do while the job I want to level is stuck at 37. *sigh* Oh well. Well war should be easier to level then whm anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'll work on whm maat fight and get some cooking skill ups. After I beat Maat I'll need to start capping whm magic. That's not very important though, a couple Besieged every now and then, may work on staff skill while I'm at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2991750177082108291?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2991750177082108291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2991750177082108291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2991750177082108291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2991750177082108291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/12/canatus-week.html' title='Canatu&apos;s Week'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5867351859468318865</id><published>2008-11-24T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:32:53.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week In Review... Sorta</title><content type='html'>Okay so I haven't posted in a few weeks. Get over it, I'm lazy. As I may have mentioned  in an earlier post I've joined an endgame ls. Which has turned FFXI from the "well what do I do tonight" to "uh hey think there's any chance I could go level sometime?" Seriously, it's been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has had one rather odd side effect, because so much happens each week I'm having a hard time keeping track of things, and more importantly when things happened. Yeah I know sounds stupid to me too. Needless to say that kinda makes "reviewing" a week difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the solution? I don't know, post more I guess... yeah like that's gonna happen. I think I'll do what I normally do and just sorta make it up as I go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now that that's out of the way, what I remember of last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yet another botched attempt at CoP3-5 Sunday... Wait, no that way Saturday... What did I do Sunday? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday we did a ZM fight, easy and sorta fun. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the first LS meeting that I've been included in(in any ls) so I was somewhat interested to see what all would happen. Yeah I know it's just a meeting, not like anything real interesting was going to happen. Apparently a ls meeting is where everyone sits in a circle and we all take turns calling each other names, so good times had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we had Dynamis. YAYYYY!!! I didn't realize that I missed doing Dynamis till about the second time I died. Because we didn't have very many people we didn't go in planing to win, just to farm, it was a blast. Very fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is their sea night, which I don't have yet so I got the night off, sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I leveled whm, or tried to at lest, I had one good party that disbanded at 2k tnl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I tried to get most of Saturady night, and failed along with another botched attempt at CoP3-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my week. Three cheers for DamascanAsh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5867351859468318865?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5867351859468318865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5867351859468318865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5867351859468318865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5867351859468318865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-in-review-sorta.html' title='Week In Review... Sorta'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6098354777268041942</id><published>2008-11-11T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:30:15.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man's a Genius</title><content type='html'>This morning I was going to make a post about CoP2-5. That was until I checked OotS and my day changed, for the better I should add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a reader of OotS for several years now and I highly recommend it to anyone. Seriously who doesn't love a homicidal halfling? Reading and rereading the comic has helped kill a lot of the continuous repetition of work/life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning's comic was by far not the funniest he's ever done. I doubt it made it into the top 100. What it did do though was put a lot of things into perspective. It's a perfect view of life, the church, and dealing with moron's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you &lt;a href="http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0606.html"&gt;OotS #606.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6098354777268041942?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6098354777268041942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6098354777268041942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6098354777268041942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6098354777268041942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/11/mans-genius.html' title='The Man&apos;s a Genius'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2024852641559749451</id><published>2008-11-10T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:54:20.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canatu's Week</title><content type='html'>Man compared to the last few months a lot has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SRirYUvaRoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yoEZ1MdZSEU/s1600-h/11-5-2008+5.31.42+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SRirYUvaRoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yoEZ1MdZSEU/s400/11-5-2008+5.31.42+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267148198582568578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got Raw Fish Handling, which allowed Rinrain to make;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SRirY4NexrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nzvvHezXGoE/s1600-h/11-5-2008+10.43.13+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SRirY4NexrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nzvvHezXGoE/s400/11-5-2008+10.43.13+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267148208103933618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi. Which lead to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SRirZLOzsiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/DzbJtdWkznk/s1600-h/11-6-2008+7.15.50+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SRirZLOzsiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/DzbJtdWkznk/s400/11-6-2008+7.15.50+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267148213209772578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking 73. Actually I now have Cooking 75 but I didn't get a screen shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Canatu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SRisf9eAdQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OCU8MTzyK4E/s1600-h/11-4-2008+7.58.56+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SRisf9eAdQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OCU8MTzyK4E/s400/11-4-2008+7.58.56+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267149429286139138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again I didn't get screen shots but I'm now White Mage level 66(just barely, one death and I'm at 65 again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned before I've been looking for groups to help me get CoP and ZM done and luckily for me I found what appears to be a good group. Which lead me to do CoP2-5 Friday and my first two Assaults on Sunday. More information on those later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a very good week and the start of a tend I hope keeps going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2024852641559749451?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2024852641559749451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2024852641559749451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2024852641559749451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2024852641559749451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/11/canatus-week.html' title='Canatu&apos;s Week'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SRirYUvaRoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yoEZ1MdZSEU/s72-c/11-5-2008+5.31.42+PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-3543520615280346176</id><published>2008-11-05T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:08:56.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missions</title><content type='html'>As you may or may-not know for the last several months finishing CoP and starting and finishing ZM have become a high priority for me. Why I'm real sure, probably it's an issue of pride, I know so many guys that have joined after me and have had them finished for as long as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to fill in a little data for those who don't know. I started CoP with the greatest Linkshell ever, SC. I went to 2-5 with them then the whole mess that caused me to quit the game and then on my return to leave SC happened. So from there I went on to do absolutely nothing as far as missions go, I was with more then five groups that had said they where doing missions and either got left behind or the missions never happened to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of a month or however long it's been that I've been without a main ls I've been going through a bunch of different ones looking around for any signs of either CoP or ZM. I've seen them, several in fact, I've seen runs and have asked to be included in them. I've lost count of the times where I've been told "sure we're doing it at XX date, be there and we'd be glad to have you" only to spend the day either waiting for it to happen and then not or being left behind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was in one of the largest mid game linkshells on my server, mostly because no one was in my others. While I was there I decided to ask about CoP again and got another one of the more common answers, "sure I'll/we'll help if I'm/we're online". Which simply translates to "I'll help, but I won't lead." Which is fine, any offer to help is much appreciated. The problem with that is quite simple, I've never done these missions, how am I supposed to lead a group into some of the most difficult parts of the game without knowing what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know there are a ton of websites that have guides and information on how to do them, and I've read most of them completely. But reading a guide online and doing it are two very different things, there's always some little thing that the guides leave out that pops out at you when you lest expect it. So leading a group quit honestly scares me, hey I don't even like to lead parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later(after I went and voted and after a decent party) I was in WC(SC lost a lot of players and ended up joining with WC, which was formed by a guy who started in SC) and on an impulse asked MM about the chances of missions happening there. The answer quit honestly surprised me, a definite yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I'm looking at two possibilities, first WC comes through again and I do it with them. Second, I take lead and spend the next several months in purgatory getting missions done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-3543520615280346176?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3543520615280346176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=3543520615280346176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/3543520615280346176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/3543520615280346176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/11/missions.html' title='Missions'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-1945643255798736930</id><published>2008-10-17T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:32:50.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Party) (Yes, Please)</title><content type='html'>Okay so for the last few months I've been going through the torture of leveling whm. From 37-45 it was mostly one confusing blob as I tried to remember what a whm did in parties and how to add in a haste cycle and all that junk. Somewhere between 45 and 53 something clicked and I got comfortable with the job, just in time for SE to throw in a curve ball and add in level sync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very glade we didn't have level sync when I picked up whm again. I was having a hard enough time handling the job without the added confusion of trying to remember what spells you have or don't have at lower levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it plainly since 50 whm has been nothing but a terrible run of bad parties, moron's and general unpleasantness. The only real good parties I had where with my linkshell. I've had more then one party end with me loosing exp instead of gaining it and several that hit the awesome high of 2k per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was way to stupid to quit and kept at it till I hit 60 a few weeks back. This gave me hope, I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, a very long tunnel but light none the less. I then immediately got two of the worst parties on the planet and died right before the end of besieged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just about all I could take, I was in the process of going to the storage npc to get rid of whm af Tuesday when my ls mates asked me to come join them as they couldn't find a whm. So inwardly knowing that was a bad move I said yes then went and joined them. Now, if you scroll down a bit you'll see that I am no longer part of that ls, I got myself booted that evening right after the party. But the party itself wasn't bad, not great, not good, not bad. One a scale from one to five it would be a three, right in the middle where you don't know what to call it, but it'll work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did solve one thing though, during the party I dinged 61. Now I was at the point of leaving whm at 60, but I don't see me leaving it at an odd number like 61, so on to 70. Which lead me to seeking last night. I got an invite almost immediately which is strange but nice. The party was whm(me), war, sam, sam, drk, sch, half the players where JP other half EN. Also I was the lowest level, everyone else was 65+ and most where 70+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go out and grab a bird camp and it came as no surprise to me that things didn't go very well. About five battles into the mess I run out of mp and watch the war die, not a good way to start the night. Then the best thing that has happened to me since I dinged mnk33 happened, the sch dced. So we start up again and we manage to finish a full chain this time without deaths and without the sch returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished that chain and another one before the sch's rep showed up, but when she did I fell in love. A brd, a wonderful lovely mithra brd, who promptly made me 100% unneeded in the party. I went from using most of my mp on every battle to doing a haste cycle and a couple of cures every other battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please remember I've never partied at this level before, on blm I soloed and whm is my second highest level. So I still don't know about a lot of stuff, like what to expect in exp per hour, good camps, length of parties, extra. What I do know however is that that party was ten or twenty times better then any I've had in the last month. In the two hours the brd was with us we racked up 25k exp, I hit 62 and am well on my way to 63. Everyone got a ding or a few merits and while I don't know if they enjoyed themselves(there was next to no talking in the party) I enjoyed myself immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onward and upward, to whm 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Canatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-1945643255798736930?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1945643255798736930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=1945643255798736930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1945643255798736930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1945643255798736930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/10/party-yes-please.html' title='(Party) (Yes, Please)'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5838965180762700785</id><published>2008-10-15T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:43:05.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy</title><content type='html'>Okay first off I've been working on a post for a while now, something like six months. There's a short bit that Canatu told me about a long while back and I've been meaning to write it out since then. The problem being that I get close to finishing it and then I get frustrated and delete it and then have to start from scratch later. Basically no matter how many ways I put it down it completely fails to be what I want it to be. So I think I'll end up just posting a rough draft and call it good. Not that I want to do that either, what's the point of doing it at all if it's not going to be true to what happened? *sigh* well there may be a Black Tea post and there may not be, hopefully I'll get it figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last two months(more like six weeks) I've either been kicked out or left two linkshells. The first one was a little bit difficult to leave, the second was downright fun. I've seen ls after ls that says "we're a group of friends that works to get stuff done and except everyone". What that means is that there's five to ten members that are very close and they work on what they want done and they need more people around to do so. But if your not one of those "friends" or get lucky enough to need the same thing as one of them, you may as well start shouting for help in Whitegate. Me I'm sick of that mentality, I have friends in-game, I like to hang out with them, but somewhere in there I want to get stuff done. I mean what's a taru have to do to get CoP done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't get the subtle hint, I'm still a little ticked off after being booted from Uni last night. At the moment I'd give anything for SC to be up and running again, I liked them because the leaders didn't have any friends, they just did what was needed and that was it, sometimes they remembered your name. Oh well, I think I'll just forget having an ls for a while and let things turnout however they turnout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm already on the subject of friends and all that junk, I haven't talked to doc in a while, need to give him a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching a fair amount of the UFC lately and I'm starting to worry. Do you think it's normal that the night I most look forward to each week is one in which I'll watch a bunch of guys beat another bunch of guys around? Hmmm, I think I need to start doing Dynamis again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that wraps up just about all I have to say, later folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of the early morning &lt;br /&gt;On a hill they call the Skull &lt;br /&gt;The roaring of the angry mob had settled to a lull &lt;br /&gt;All eyes were cast upon the man whose hands and feet were bound &lt;br /&gt;They saw him cry in anguish when they heard the hammer pound &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They saw the bloody woven thorns with which His head was crowned &lt;br /&gt;They watched the bloody cross of wood be dropped into the ground &lt;br /&gt;The soldiers gambled for His clothes, they watched them win and lose &lt;br /&gt;They saw the sign above His head that said "King of the Jews" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;(It is finished) And the sky grew black as the night &lt;br /&gt;(It is finished) And the people scattered in fright &lt;br /&gt;The work had been done, redemption had been won &lt;br /&gt;The war was over without a fight &lt;br /&gt;It is finished &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They searched His face for anger, for vengeance in His stare &lt;br /&gt;Instead of eyes that burned with hate a look of love was there &lt;br /&gt;He prayed for their forgiveness and bowed His battered head &lt;br /&gt;And no one knew the meaning of the final words He said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The provision has been made &lt;br /&gt;The foundation has been laid &lt;br /&gt;He paid the ransom due and tore the temple veil in two &lt;br /&gt;And opened up the way for me and you &lt;br /&gt;It is finishe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5838965180762700785?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5838965180762700785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5838965180762700785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5838965180762700785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5838965180762700785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/10/howdy.html' title='Howdy'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-8910916350385737703</id><published>2008-10-07T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:03:36.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monk Gear</title><content type='html'>Over the last few months as I very slowly level monk(about one party every three weeks) I've been working out a small gear list help me know about how much gil I'll end up using on mnk and therefor  how much I'll need to set aside for it. This is still very rough, there's a lot of other gear that I may need to get and a lot more that I need to look into to see if it'll be better then what I have picked out. Also this list starts where I'm at, but doesn't include gear I already have but can't use yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weapons&lt;br /&gt;38 Mythril Knuckles +1 50k&lt;br /&gt;40 Tourney Patas 2.1k&lt;br /&gt;48 Patas +1 45&lt;br /&gt;50 Cross-Counters 1mil&lt;br /&gt;72 Wagh Baghnakhs 2k&lt;br /&gt;73 Destroyers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ammo&lt;br /&gt;54 Smart Grenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headgear(need to add in Raven)&lt;br /&gt;41 Voyager Sallet&lt;br /&gt;70 Optical Hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neck(I have Peacock so I'm not sure if I'll bother with anything else)&lt;br /&gt;60 Chivalrous Chain 135k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body(already have everything up till SH)&lt;br /&gt;57 Scorpion Harness +1 650k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;br /&gt;47 Jaguar Mantle 50k&lt;br /&gt;61 Amemet Mantle +1 165k&lt;br /&gt;71 Forager's Mantle 420k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wast&lt;br /&gt;40 Brown Belt 280k(will quest)&lt;br /&gt;70 Black Belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet(I have no idea what to get for this slot)&lt;br /&gt;39 Fuma Kyahan 340k&lt;br /&gt;51 Kung Fu Shoes 115k ???&lt;br /&gt;66 Wulong Shoes 140k ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ear&lt;br /&gt;55 Spike Earring 20k(40k)&lt;br /&gt;67 Triumph Earring 590k ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rings(Another slot I'm not sure of)&lt;br /&gt;36 Puissance Ring 28k(66k)&lt;br /&gt;40 Woodsman Ring 105(210)&lt;br /&gt;54 Victory Ring 110(220) ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected cost gear now, 2,755k. Which is nice because I have 5mil dedicated to my mnk now. So I can afford to buy some extra gear to experiment on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Canatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-8910916350385737703?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8910916350385737703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=8910916350385737703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8910916350385737703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8910916350385737703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/10/monk-gear.html' title='Monk Gear'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-730659370974113525</id><published>2008-10-03T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:53:31.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I"M ALIVE!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay it's time respond to the flood of emails and phone calls demanding to know where I am and why I haven't made a post. Okay, okay, so no one noticed that I wasn't around and no one has called me, are you happy now? Shesh, can't even let a guy be liked in his own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so a lot has happened since I posted last,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whm60, Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday, *blink* who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister moving(again), eh it had to happen sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roofing, Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just about sums it all up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-730659370974113525?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/730659370974113525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=730659370974113525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/730659370974113525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/730659370974113525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-alive.html' title='I&quot;M ALIVE!!!!'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-1527636089430723562</id><published>2008-08-18T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:56:52.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SKmIOz53slI/AAAAAAAAAKA/M0-1acB629Y/s1600-h/Can080811013312a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SKmIOz53slI/AAAAAAAAAKA/M0-1acB629Y/s400/Can080811013312a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235865829827392082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will go down as one of the most boring weeks known to FFXI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SKmIOwIVAEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_OXCaShGBuk/s1600-h/Can080812221159a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SKmIOwIVAEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_OXCaShGBuk/s400/Can080812221159a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235865828814291010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I did have a party Sunday that got me to WHM 54. That was defiantly good,  didn't do anything Monday but sit in my Moghouse. Tuesday I helped with some missions, nothing very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came what I was hoping would be a fun night, Dynamis which was canceled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... So I didn't do anything Wednesday either....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was good, got to level mnk. For some reason I forgot to take pics, but all in all it was fun. We had a DC at the beginning that cost us some time. The party was less then pleased with me, but after I "nicely" explained to them that I was more then happy to leave the party and let them do whatever they wanted to do they got quiet. Strange how people like to complain but when they get the chance to actually do something about it they chicken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SKmIOgDYjQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/twzzXFVUsuU/s1600-h/Can080815213626a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SKmIOgDYjQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/twzzXFVUsuU/s400/Can080815213626a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235865824498584834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, people are morons. Friday I finished with the missions we started Tuesday. Unfortunately I was stupid(and a little ticked off to be honest) and sorta had to homepoint after a death.... on my mnk... yeah... oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No'one said anything about anything happening Saturday/Sunday so I took the days off to build some saw horses and generally watch the rain fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the week I picked up a Peacock Charm, Ochimusha Kote, and my Fisherman's Signboard. So it was also an expensive week, I'm down to 3.5 on Cana, looks like spending is put on hold for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, something needs to change, what and how I don't know. How do you change your personality? Regardless if it's your real personality or your excepted one it's yours so... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Canatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-1527636089430723562?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1527636089430723562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=1527636089430723562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1527636089430723562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1527636089430723562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-week-will-go-down-as-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SKmIOz53slI/AAAAAAAAAKA/M0-1acB629Y/s72-c/Can080811013312a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2251292284607785689</id><published>2008-07-28T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:08:52.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Basics #1: Priorities</title><content type='html'>Important, Urgent&lt;br /&gt;Important, Not Urgent&lt;br /&gt;Not Important, Urgent&lt;br /&gt;Not Important, Not Urgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we do or don't do fits into one of these four catagories. Is going to work Important, Urgent? Is spending time with your family Important, Not Urgent? Is changing the oil in your car Not Important, Not Urgent? Is your relationship with God Important, Not Urgent? Is going out to see a movie Not Important, Urgent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of the teaching, which I no longer remember where it came from origonaly(ATIA??), is to help us slow down and think about our actions day by day. Are we doing the Not Important, Urgent before the Important, Not Urgent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple stuff, but then again this is one of the Basics so it should be simple. The only thing that I may change or disagree with is the Important, Not Urgent, I'm not sure that catagory egsists in the first place. If something is truely important then I think they are automaticly Uregnt, in other words I think in most people's lives there are a lot of things that should be important that arn't. But, I'm not totaly convinced of that so as for now it stays the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2251292284607785689?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2251292284607785689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2251292284607785689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2251292284607785689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2251292284607785689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/07/basics-1-priorities.html' title='The Basics #1: Priorities'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6820607788500393760</id><published>2008-07-27T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:33:00.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And another week goes by</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SI07m9lIoKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HHE6krX7QXQ/s1600-h/Can080719001327a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SI07m9lIoKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HHE6krX7QXQ/s400/Can080719001327a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227900282998399138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this week was boring, real boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SI07sNYwYxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/B8KcOxapfXA/s1600-h/Can080722181409a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SI07sNYwYxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/B8KcOxapfXA/s400/Can080722181409a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227900373140792082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help uh-huh a little Monday(I think it was monday) did a little meriting on Tuesday. Then came Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SI071WjFq2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/SB0UngFyK8k/s1600-h/Can080723201228a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SI071WjFq2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/SB0UngFyK8k/s400/Can080723201228a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227900530218871650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Dynamis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SI078RfNUfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9KslwjasepI/s1600-h/Can080723215507a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SI078RfNUfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9KslwjasepI/s400/Can080723215507a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227900649119502834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I have no idea whether I liked it or not. It was a three hour blurr. I really have no idea what happened there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the rest of the week was a wast, I got a few merit points but nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SI08A_lDIwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ruAZVq8bshU/s1600-h/Can080725200448a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SI08A_lDIwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ruAZVq8bshU/s400/Can080725200448a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227900730211508994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Canatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6820607788500393760?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6820607788500393760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6820607788500393760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6820607788500393760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6820607788500393760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-another-week-goes-by.html' title='And another week goes by'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/SI07m9lIoKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HHE6krX7QXQ/s72-c/Can080719001327a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2132778186429388741</id><published>2008-07-21T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:52:33.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canatu's Week</title><content type='html'>Well what can I say? The goal for last week was Merits and I got a few. Spent four nights killing puddings and got seven total, not real good but not real bad either. Wasted three points which really stinks but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night(I think it was Tuesday) MS was free to duo so we had something of a late party. Delete was leveling DNC at our level so we joined up with him and everything went fairly smooth. Sometimes MS scares me but that's another conversation completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I skipped leveling and helped Blag with one of his BLU spells. New rule, never help a BLU with his spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I did a few little things to help out different LS members and one dude I've never seen before. I really just wanted to go to bed but whenever I tried(all four times) I got to thinking and couldn't(and no I'm not going to explain further).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing didn't go very well, had a lot of interruptions and the guild fish stank all week, didn't get much accomplished there either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I however did get latent on Sorcerer's Ring active *cheer*. I tried to get some help to open a door in quicksands so I could get one of the onion quests done for a -HP item but couldn't get anyone interested in helping. But no big deal because there was a grip that I didn't know about that did the job nicely. Unfortunately I just have real basic gear so it takes me ten pieces to get the right amount. Bringing my total blm gear I carry to forty-two and the total cost for Sor to 1.8mil. I should have just skipped it and used the gil to get a better neck piece and finish up my enfeebling gear. But I've been drooling over Sor since I first knew what it was so eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm not sure what I want to do... Well I said that wrong I know what I want to do, just don't think it's going to happen. I spent a little more then I was planing on Sor so I need to get some of my gil back for MNK. Wednesday I have my first Dynamis(if they let me come along). I should Merit some more but it's getting boring just me by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Canatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2132778186429388741?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2132778186429388741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2132778186429388741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2132778186429388741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2132778186429388741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/07/canatus-week.html' title='Canatu&apos;s Week'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5102857093784611038</id><published>2008-07-17T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:53:16.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Reason To Insult Me</title><content type='html'>What's with people? I try to be nice, I try to help people out and all they do is call me names. *Sigh* Guess I should explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday two ladies stopped by the shop, the first one was here about 10 and had just done something really stupid to her machine. Stupid but easy to fix, took three minutes. Every now and then someone that comes in wants to take a few minutes to talk, ask me where I'm from what school I went to and stuff like that. Why I have no idea, I can only assume they're trying to find someone that we both know so they can say we're somehow connected and I should charge them less(Yeah like that's gonna happen). After the first couple of questions, which school, where I live, yada yada, she asked me another one of the common ones, am I Jewish/Amish/Mennonite. I think the reason behind that question is rather apparent if you've seen me. I gave my standard reply, "Whichever one you are I'm not" and that was the last of that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second lady came in around two and unlike the other one didn't have a stupid problem, very easy but not stupid. All I ended up doing was burn a disk, normally I just charge a buck for the disk and call it good, as long as I have money to buy more disks later on I'm happy. Said lady was very happy and then right out of nowhere she starts calling me names. Just to explain here's a rough transcript of the conversation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude Lady: "Your a Christian aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Blink* "Ummmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rude Lady: "You can tell by how people act, you act like one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...."I'm sorry I think you heard me wrong, it's not $1 for the disk it's $3000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things kind of went sour after that, but what did I do that was worth being called names? Imagine what would have happened if I had done it for free? She probably would have called me a preacher or something. Rude People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas &amp; Deam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5102857093784611038?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5102857093784611038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5102857093784611038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5102857093784611038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5102857093784611038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-reason-to-insult-me.html' title='No Reason To Insult Me'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6714819128572781230</id><published>2008-07-14T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:30:22.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adonijah and Sae Kashiwagi</title><content type='html'>I was pretending to work the other day and was struck with a revelation of sorts. Adonijah and Sae Kashiwagi, they're the same person. Now you know who Adonijah is, you may not remember his name right off the bat but you know who he is. He's the older brother that tried to take the throne from Solomon. Sae on the other hand you probably don't know, she's a fictitious girl from a popular manga(why I have no clue, the entire series was a waste of time and a sure way to kill braincells). What do these two have in common? Uncontrollable greed, the one wanted a crown and a wife, the other everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Sae, her actions from the beginning deserved at least a nice and complete beating. Did anyone give her one? Nope, they just put up with everything she did. What may I ask did that accomplish? That's right, absolutely nothing. She was just as bad at the end as she was in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Adonijah, Solomon forgave him the first time. Basically said, once is fine try anything else and you're dead. Just like Sae it didn't take him long to try again, and unlike the idiots that Sae got to deal with Solomon didn't forgive again. He paid one of his lackeys twenty bucks to go take care of the issue and next thing Adonijah knew he was swimming with the fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God is trying to tell us something with these two stories. I think within the old testament there are countless stories to tell us how to live and that this is one of them. On one hand we have a girl that didn't learn anything and continued to harass the main character, on the other a dude that only did it twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could God be trying to tell us? I think each of us should sit down and contemplate that for a little while. Well you contemplate, I already have my answer and I need to go sharpen my knife. I'll be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6714819128572781230?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6714819128572781230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6714819128572781230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6714819128572781230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6714819128572781230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/07/adonijah-and-sae-kashiwagi.html' title='Adonijah and Sae Kashiwagi'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5504366182624013659</id><published>2008-06-15T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:02:35.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawler's Nest</title><content type='html'>We had been down in Crawlers Nest for a little over a day. Everything was going a little rough but all in all not to bad. I was with a completely new group and have never worked with any of them before, which normally leads to small problems but nothing major. If I remember correctly we where in one of the deeper tunnels before we actually had any serious trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our puller was, well about the nicest thing I can say is that he wasn't very good. He had made several mistakes and had on more then one occasion pulled more mobs then what we could safely handle. I don't know if he was just stupid or still learning, I didn't  really care either to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he somehow got three beetles on him and got us into some real trouble. We got the first one down but about halfway through the second one we where running out of mp and options. So I did what I would normally do in that situation, cut our looses and cast Escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not one of those Mages that says everything they do. If I think someone needs to know what I'm planing I'll tell them but for the most part I just do what I need to do and keep my mouth shut. One of those times that people need to know what I'm doing is when I cast Escape. When I cast that it will drastically change where we are and can potentially cause anywhere from a half a day to two or three days worth of work to get back where we started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I cast Escape I shout what I'm doing and "stand ready" as it where, to stop casting if someone lets me know that they have something else going. No one said anything so I completed the cast and got us out of there. Apparently a summoner didn't like that idea and proceeded to yell at me for a few minutes about how he had everything taken care of and didn't need a "stupid black mage" to mess up his work. The rest of the party was silent, they didn't step in to agree with the summoner or with me, just kept their mouth shut. Can't say I blame them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of him yelling we regrouped and headed back in. We had some difficulty getting back to our camp and through the process the summoner continued to make comments about me and generally made himself unpleasant. Not that I really cared mind you, if he wants to have a bad mood he's free to do so, not my problem. But he kept at it and kept at it, even after we had gotten back to our camp and had been going for a few hours he just kept going on and on about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about half a day of this I had enough. It was time to leave and I didn't feel like leaving without kicking the summoner a few times. Good thing for me our puller hadn't gotten any better, he was still getting two mobs every now and then. So I did the simple thing, waited for him to get two at the camp and casted warp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you who don't know what my job is in groups, whenever you get two mobs it's my job to sleep one then help kill the other one so we don't have to fight two at a time. There are others that can do that, there are some that do it better then me, but we didn't have any of them in our group so it rested on me to fill in that job. It's not difficult and as long as you keep you mind on what your doing it can go off without any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time my home was in Jeuno and I arrived in plenty of time to stretch out on my couch to listen to the screams of my group members as they where wiped out by two rather perturbed beetles. Is it right to let four other people die just because of one jerk? I don't know, looking at the string of events either myself or the summoner could be right about whether I should have escaped in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have watched closer to see what everyone was doing, I could have waited a little bit to see if it was needed in the first place. But then I did shout what I was doing, he had every chance to tell me to stop, as did everyone else there. No one did, so who was right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? I didn't need to be "right" to feel justified in letting them die. I'm a Black Mage, I do as I feel right or in other words I do just about whatever I want to do. Right or wrong, not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember correctly this was my last group for close to a year. Not because people wouldn't let me in, just because I didn't feel like they where worth the trouble. I worked solo for a long while and it wasn't until a person I actually like asked me to join in that I was in another group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the questions about right and wrong to the paladins and the white mages. I don't need them. What I decide is right, is right and what I decide is wrong, is wrong, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---Canatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5504366182624013659?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5504366182624013659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5504366182624013659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5504366182624013659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5504366182624013659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/06/crawlers-nest.html' title='Crawler&apos;s Nest'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-1489453115469289651</id><published>2008-03-27T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:04:17.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is, 15309</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“He's out!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Condition Red!!! Prisoner 15309 is out of his cell, he's escaped.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a normal morning, the guards had made the shift change at six am, like they did every morning. Twenty went on, twenty went off. Four shifts of twenty men; eighty men total with another ten on call for sick leave all with the same job, keep an unconscious man in his cell. Prisoner 15309 hadn't opened his eyes in the six years he was a prisoner, none of the guards knew who he was or what he had done. But that didn't matter much, what did was that he wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person outside the prison to learn of the escape was the prime minister's right hand man, who immediately made another call to different type of prison on the other side of the world. This prison's walls where more then a mile away from the house which was the holding place for the girl who was being kept not for anything she had done but to keep her safe from 15309.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady in charge of that prison was the girl's maid who had raised her from birth and knew her as well as anyone. The news actually didn't surprise her, the girl normally had nightmares throughout the night, but on the previous evening had slept as one who had excepted her fate. So the order came and it was her duty to carry it out and carry it out she did. Within ten minutes the girl was being rushed away as fast as they could move. Where they went didn't matter, all that did was to keep the girl moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked, for a few hours; apparently 15309 had stopped to get some breakfast and a change of clothes for himself and the girl. The ensuing fight with her guards didn't last long, no one really expected it to. Ever the gentleman, 15309 spent a few minutes conversing with the girl's maid as she went to the nearby woods to have some privacy to change. After her return they both said goodbye to the maid and left the world for the relative safety and comfort of the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am sorry my love, but it must be done now”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn't there another way?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, but they began it, it is my duty to finish it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It seems to be a great price to pay for one mistake.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is, but I gave them my word and I will uphold it.... Unless you forbid me to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, it does make me a little sad. Unlike you I have good memories there, but you're right, it must be done.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very well, it will take me a little while then I will have to rest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rest? But the other's the ones...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'm not like them, they can do anything they wish. I am above those we know, but those that made me are much higher then me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That's because of me, isn't it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, but you are worth it. Now give me  a moment to prepare.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Armageddon, is somewhat beautiful, is it not?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Deamer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-1489453115469289651?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1489453115469289651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=1489453115469289651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1489453115469289651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1489453115469289651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-is-15309.html' title='It Is, 15309'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6648621183303751708</id><published>2008-02-13T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:49:23.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack and Angel</title><content type='html'>"Jack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When where you going to tell me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure, right before the end I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't you want me to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Left to point five."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Already done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to quit..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's because of that nut Jarko, they've been looking for someone to blame since he killed all those people. Some fancy doctor got the idea to say us Jacks become dependent on you guys and when we spend to much time together we can't live without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So we've been together to long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess so, somehow they figured out that the dependency starts in the fifteenth year. I've been a Jack for twenty-four years now, so they gave me a pink slip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does the dependency start at about the retirement time for Jacks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you'd notice that. It's because they have no idea why Jarko snapped, they have to come up with something. So they may as well say it's at fifteen years when any sane Jack would have retired at twelve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many Jack's last more then fifteen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think there's only been four of us. Jar, Jarko, Rening and me. I don't remember any others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jack, what's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's our time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifty-six days, two hours and twenty-one minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've been talkative on this trip, why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Renjo, Kenny Renjo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you just read my mind to find out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted you to tell me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know my name, 107-7-02379885-b."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I've heard you guys have names only you use. Will you tell me it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you want to know my name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Angelica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a human name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, my mother was unusual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have a mother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what we called her, we don't have a term that fits better. She made us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know you could make each-other, well other then the central ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mother was Kato."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KATO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said my mother was unusual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Kato made you how in the world did you end up an Angel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what she made me to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Kato disappeared..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jack, round runner in area twenty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emergency burst, turn to 1375."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doing, prepare for high..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Angel, time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty-nine days, fifteen hours and five minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That doesn't seem like very much time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No it doesn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What will you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After this run? I don't know, I have more credits then I could ever use. But I'm a Jack, that's all I've ever been, that's all I know to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that why you kept on after normal retirement?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I was recruited when I was three. When I turned eighteen I thought about quiting, but I didn't know what I would do with my time. So I kept on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you live to work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not really, I like what I do. Being a Jack has a lot of advantages and I guess I just don't know how to do anything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jiin, the Jack I had before you couldn't wait to retire. He just wanted to quit and party for the rest of his life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know Jiin, but that sounds like a lot of the Jacks I know. How many Jacks have you had?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just you and Jiin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, still young, the Angel I had before had over twenty before me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, the Angels can change Jacks whenever we feel like it. I didn't like Jiin so I asked for a new one after his second run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I passed the test?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you're a good Jack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, I think. What about you? How hard do you think it will be to find someone to take my spot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know if I'm going to try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know you had a choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are only nine daughters of Kato, we do have some say in what happens to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day, nineteen hours and seven minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty-three hours and fifty-four minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jack?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you do something for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ten hours, thirty minutes and forty-three seconds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate this. Why can't I just continue to do my job? Why did they force me to become a Jack then because some psycho killed some people force me to quit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never told me if you would or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You haven't told me why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how to say it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then write it in my mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But that could hurt you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One hour, three minutes and four seco..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind, change course, go 505-07."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But that will turn us around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've had it, I'm a Jack, that's all I'll ever been and all I'll ever be. What are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm an Angel, what my Jack says I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe that fancy doctor was right, maybe we do become dependent on our Angels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you do we become dependent on you as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever, Time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One million three hundred fifty seven days, twenty-three hours fifty-five minutes and five seconds, or so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No reason to be in such a rush, we have time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6648621183303751708?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6648621183303751708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6648621183303751708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6648621183303751708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6648621183303751708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/02/jack-and-angel.html' title='Jack and Angel'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-1948006726855790149</id><published>2008-02-01T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:43:21.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Ubuntu and Notes on Tanking</title><content type='html'>Well this is interesting. I've been messing with different things and it was time for another experiment, we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tanking, I've been learning a lot the last couple of weeks. There's actually a lot less to it then I thought and it's a lot funner then I was expecting. Up until now I've always seen things from the perspective of a BLM, in other words from the back. I see the tank do something then I have to gauge my actions based on him. Now I'm on the front line and everyone else basis their actions on what I do or don't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first real test was in Qufim(yes I did tank in the dunes but those levels don't count), I took Ninja through first. Now just for those who don't know, a ninja tanks by getting in front and evading all the mobs hits, he does everything he can to avoid getting hurt(this is called “blink” tanking). And that was fun, for some reason the words “Can't touch this” kept running through my head, weird. I had a few parties and in some I dual tanked and in others I did most of it and let a DD pull off me for shadows. This was a lot of work and somewhat confusing, basically if you get to much hate they can't get the mob off you and you die. If you do to little, one of the mages pulls hate and then they die and possible you afterward. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second test and what I'm currently working on is my ability to “blood” tank. I'm going through Qufim on Warrior and while I don't want to tank I don't have a lot of choice. The low amount of available tanks is somewhat depressing so most people have to rely on the none optimal tank jobs(although at these levels war is just a tad bit better tank then nin anyway), which means me. The downside to this is that I'm a Taru and I stupidly bought all DD gear, so my equipment is less then preferred. In other words, I'm not very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and I've been getting less then good parties lately as well. Red's melee and sub war, under leveled subs, no subs, guys staying for a full ten minutes then having to leave, guys begging for pl's, five level spreads, the works. Just kind of makes me want to go solo really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why I brought this up at all is last night's party(or was the night before? I don't remember, may have been the night before that)  I was the tank and while I was doing my best it just wasn't enough. So when one of the other guys left I was happy to see that his rep was another war, and not just another war, one that was a level higher then me and a Hum as well. So I happily asked him to main while I did backup. I thought the whm would be as pleased as me with the change since it would be less work for him. Right? Well soon afterward the whm sent me a tell asking me to stay as main and have the other one backup. This guys gear was so bad that it made me a better tank, which is somewhat scary actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I continue to tank and the other guy does backup. Now how that works is I get hate first then when my hit points start to get low the other guy pulls hate and takes the hits until I get healed up and then I take hate back, simple. Or not so simple, in order to pull hate you have to be considered the biggest threat to the mob. This is normally done by using provoke, a low level ability(usable every 30 seconds) that gives you a lot of hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the battle everyone has the same amount of hate so the other war if he provoked at the same time as me had just as much chance as getting the mob as me. But if he waited until half way through the battle nothing he could do would pull hate. He used all his abilities(except for his two hour), he provoked as much as me, he used his WS as soon as he could, but it didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't get it, because most hate is generated from abilities and he was using the same or more abilities then me. But as the night went on it became obvious. He was doing the same “big stuff” as me but he wasn't doing very many “little things”. Now what I mean by that is that I was doing decent damage(I could do a lot more with a Gaxe, but I can't use one while tanking), he wasn't. I was using and axe, he was using a sword. A war does just a little bit more damage with an axe then a sword. He was using a cheep sword that would be fine in the dunes, or five levels before were we where. I was using the best axe I could get at the level we where(and I probably spent three or four times as much as he did for it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the interest of figuring things out I started slowing down on using provoke, I stopped using boost. I kept doing less and less until he could finally pull hate from me. The result of my test where easy to see, he stank and needed to get some new gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's kind of the point of this little post. A bunch of little things far out preform one big thing. So I've been thinking about the little things, what little things have I been skimping on for the big things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Do you get my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-1948006726855790149?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1948006726855790149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=1948006726855790149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1948006726855790149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1948006726855790149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-from-ubuntu-and-notes-on-tanking.html' title='Hello from Ubuntu and Notes on Tanking'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2303449271451460454</id><published>2008-01-25T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:02:33.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I'm In Love ...</title><content type='html'>This is a weird feeling, I don't know how to handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most people know I miss the old viruses. The ones made today are quickly thrown together and are made entirely for profit. They pop a bunch of links up and hope you'll give them some money, they don't have any style. That's what I thought yesterday at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I sat down to finish up a machine that I had started working on yesterday. I needed to run a final check and it would be done. So it came as a puzzlement to me upon booted it up that my main virus scanner was nowhere to be found. I scratched my head and went and checked my second... and then my third...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, this beautiful thing found four of the five tools I had on the machine and had either uninstalled them, blocked their registry codes or had just outright deleted the exe file. It's beautiful, it's a work of art, it's, well it's downright annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to work and by one had it cleaned up, I thought. The one tool that it didn't touch is a program that identifies programs and then waits for you to figure them out. Basically it says these are doing this, do you want me to do anything about it? Now most of the programs/operations it identifies are good programs, you just have to sort through them and find the viruses. The log was normal so I plugged it into the Internet to get updates and then watched as the computer spiraled out of control and set me back to where I was this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my initial shock I went back to work and things when much quicker this time because I knew where to look for everything. So about ten minutes before I started writing it was again in good shape, this time however I wasn't taking any chances. I knew that there was still something in the system and if it got a chance it would take over again. So I got a fresh log and then pulled up the old log from one just before everything went nuts again so that I could compair them and hopefully find the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my fourth time going over both lists I noticed "avgemc .exe". Which is a normal program, it's part of AVG and therefore is safe right? Well since I brought it up no apparently it isn't safe, the program is "avgemc.exe". Close enough that I wouldn't notice the difference and as different as adaslekl.exe to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was pretending to be the virus software. A few minutes in a session with killbox and the virus was dead for good... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my faith in the intelligence of these guys is somewhat restored. I'd like to take the guy who wrote this one out for dinner. It's a true work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2303449271451460454?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2303449271451460454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2303449271451460454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2303449271451460454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2303449271451460454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-im-in-love.html' title='I Think I&apos;m In Love ...'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2055797342284949556</id><published>2008-01-17T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:02:15.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Imp's Trade(2nd/Final Part)</title><content type='html'>Gerkanghka was bored. Over the last few hundred years technology had been steadily increasing in the human world. The unfortunate result was that fewer and fewer people thought to ask for his help. Without people to torture his life was hardly worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had heard that even some of the Angels where getting bored. Those twisted do-gooders could spend months talking about one little good deed they had done, it was irritating. At least he didn't have to see them very often. One of the very few advantages of being a minor imp was the fact that he could slip away a lot easier then one of his larger brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was crouched in a corner pulling the legs off of a spider he had found when he noticed a wonderfully familiar scent. Finally, it had been two months since he had been called and he wasn't able to make a trade then, the human had sent him back without agreeing. He happily waited for the door to form. With a little bit of luck he would have human flesh to feast on tonight or better yet another soul to add to his collection for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door had finally formed enough for him to get through it he threw caution to the wind and leaped into the human world without checking to see where he would land. His impatience was repaid by burning feet as he landed in the remains of Gary's fire. He quickly forgot about the human and spent the next few minutes trying to cool his feet down. These humans where so inconsiderate, always using fire to open the doors, why didn't they use a crintion like everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His feet cooling slightly he started to look for the human, he would pay for this. Gerkanghka would make him agree to be a servant of Dastinjinto or better yet make him a water boy for Kakatueju so that he would forever be able to see paradise and never be able to enter it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All plots of revenge where quickly replaced with bewilderment when he saw Gary. This was a first, never before had a human called for an imp twice. They either agreed to whatever the trade was in the first meeting or they forgot it ever happened. One or the other, they never called again. He had heard of an instance long ago when a man had called to a daemon then had later called to an angel, but until now he hadn't actually believed it had happened. Now he wasn't so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerkanghka found his voice, "What do you want human?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary was calm now and ready for anything, the imp didn't scare him like it had on their first meeting. "It's time for the trade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a problem for Gerkanghka, on their last meeting he had been so desperate for some kind of reward that he had offered to give the human what he wanted at a much lower cost then he normally would have given. What Gary wanted was worth his soul, Gerkanghka had been talked down to just his life. Two months later Gerkanghka was no longer as desperate, but he was more greedy. "That was then, this is now. My proposition needs to be changed to fit today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary had half expected something like this, the only response he had been able to come up with to counter it was a bluff. "It's exactly the way we had discussed or I send you back and forget we ever talked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was something to think about, he hadn't been able to make a trade for a little over three years now. If his lord heard of that he would be in trouble for not doing his job. Plus taking a life was better then nothing and this human had shown that he was capable of walking away before. If he walked away again he probably would never see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well human, but remember that we're not trading just for her life span, we're trading for yours. You won't just take it from her onto yourself you'll create your own. In ten years, no in three I'll be able to torment you and I will until I finally decide to kill you." The part about the torment wasn't actually true, they had never talked about it but if Gary didn't raise an objection now it would become part of the agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even hesitate, "I know, it's fine and more then fair. If you can though, a small favor. I don't want to be found by anyone that may come looking for me, could you change my face and maybe my fingerprints?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerkanghka almost squealed in joy, not only a trade but a chance to mutilate a previously untouched human. Of course he'd do it, not wanting to give Gary time to reconsider he started a chant that would seal the trade and bind Gary's soul to him until the debt was paid. After a few moments of his prayer he switched to english so that Gary could understand and agree to the trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary new that his his time was up, that was fine. When Gerkanghka finished with his prayer and explanation he took a short look around and simply said, "Agreed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime the next day a passing trucker found a heavily mutilated body that was just barely alive on the side of the road. It was rushed to the hospital and then in a month after it's physical wounds where healed it was sent to a mental hospital to try to fix whatever had caused it to harm itself so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about the same time in another hospital across the country a miracle happened, an old feeble little lady sat up in bed and asked why she was being kept there when she didn't need to be there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old live, the young die. The feeble rule while the strong beg. The happy cry, the sorrowful laugh. The one who set out to harm heals and the protector becomes the destroyer... The old live, the young die.... sounds just about right to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Rat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2055797342284949556?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2055797342284949556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2055797342284949556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2055797342284949556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2055797342284949556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/01/imps-trade2ndfinal-part.html' title='The Imp&apos;s Trade(2nd/Final Part)'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2573132811589291335</id><published>2008-01-09T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T09:03:19.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth Trying Again</title><content type='html'>I got to thinking the other day about my lack of Thursday night Logs recently. There's actually good reasons for that, the most important of which is that several of them have turned into half nights instead of the original all night work. Do to the amount of computers waiting to be worked on I decided to move it up a night and do it tonight, and I figured while I was at it I may as well make a log that lasts a full 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further stalling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:38 AM: At the moment I have three machines, one has a simple virus problem and should be out of here fairly soon. The second one has been a pain and is currently having its OS reloaded. The third I really don't want to work on. What else? I think that covers just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No direction, no affection&lt;br /&gt;Watch the soul dive&lt;br /&gt;You're dissected, resurrected&lt;br /&gt;Still don't know why&lt;br /&gt;This illness is like a monster that is&lt;br /&gt;eating us alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45 AM: Well it's about time for the daily visit. There's a guy that stops by the shop on an almost daily(by that I mean he's here every day but one per week) visit. I'm kind of torn on him, on one hand out of all the people that could stop by here he's one of the lest annoying. On the other, it's still an hour out of my day just to make someone else happy. It does disrupt the work, which isn't very good. But every now and then it's kind of nice to be able to talk to someone about Star Trek that knows what it's about, even if you have completely different views of it. Once a day is kind of pushing it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold on, be strong&lt;br /&gt;So right, so wrong&lt;br /&gt;With all of our senses&lt;br /&gt;All of our defenses&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, be strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:03 PM: So after the hour I went and got myself some lunch, beef pot pie today. Not very big and not real filling but it tastes purty good for 32 cents. I've made no progress since this morning, in fact I think I've lost ground on one machine, guess I need to change the way I'm working on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last thing I would like to do before I go away&lt;br /&gt;is cry there next to you (next to you)&lt;br /&gt;Cry and talk about the good old days and where they've gone&lt;br /&gt;And now how much I hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:40 PM: So far today has been completely wasted. I'm right where I started at 9 this morning. Well not "right where" I'm in a worse mood then this morning. I'm getting very close to pulling the second machine off the bench, whatever's wrong with it isn't a small thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now I got something to say &lt;br /&gt;To all the people that think I'm STRANGE &lt;br /&gt;I should be out of here locked up in a CAGE &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what the ---- is up now anyway &lt;br /&gt;You got this pretty-boy feeling like I'm enslaved....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:26 PM: Well as the official work day draws to a close I like to spend a few minutes thinking about what I've gotten done and if I had a chance what would I do differently. The answer to the first part is nothing and the answer to the second is everything. If I had today to do over again I'd just stay in bed, that way something would get done, the way it is I just wasted eight hours of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong I understand that things rarely go the way they should and sometimes stuff just doesn't work out. But the high point of my day was when I found a driver disk I thought I threw away. We have so little time on this earth that to waste a day is something of a sin, or am I over reacting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I can see inside you fine &lt;br /&gt;This blessing in disguise &lt;br /&gt;Why do you treat me this way?&lt;br /&gt;Made the hurt stay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:46 PM: Well the fun part of the evening is over, if you can call the last few hours fun. I learned a few things since 5, first off never, ever, ever help, group or in anyway assist Davidies aka the twit, ever. If I see him dieing and can help him without causing hurt to me I still wont do it. As far as I'm concerned he doesn't exist anymore. So says me and the Can-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second don't in any shape or form be nice to anyone, you know with as many times as I've written this rule I'd figure it out by now. Being nice and helping out other people will only end with your own suffering. Its just not worth it, you help someone out with something then send them on their way, you where nice and they got help, you're both happy. That's what you think, at lest until a day later when they're at your door again begging for help. Somehow someone being nice to them warps their mind. It's like drugs, one hit and they have to keep coming back for more. Well I for one intend to stop this insane circle. From now on I'm being nice to no one, THIS MEANS YOU!!! Go away, leave me alone and sort your own problems out, I want no part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't see&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn away from you and everything that's&lt;br /&gt;close to me&lt;br /&gt;I cannot face the truth, it's nothing that&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;Just run away from me and thank me when you're&lt;br /&gt;free from me&lt;br /&gt;Come take me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:17 AM: So explain something to me. Why did I spend eight hours earlier today and make no progress on any machines and then come night time when any sane person would be asleep and then all of the computers turn into something a child could fix? Seriously the last three that I looked at I fixed in less then twenty minutes each. What gives? I went from banging my head against the table to almost(I stress almost) wishing for something a little more complicated in a matter of a five hour game/food/rest break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's just that I like my night work better then the day work. No one comes in and bothers me, there's no phone to think about, and I can turn my music up as high as I want. Maybe that's just it, there's no pressure so it's easy to get stuff done... Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crawling on the floor&lt;br /&gt;All around this space&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;What is this thing I've got to face?&lt;br /&gt;Walking through a door&lt;br /&gt;Has it been a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Going on and on thinking I could find my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:11 AM: I've been thinking lately, I know that's dangerous, but still. I like my job, I truly enjoy what I do for a living. But that doesn't mean it's easy, and I complain a lot on this blog and in person about the downside to the place. But is that right? Look at what I do, I have easy hours, no boss and my required human interactions is all in all limited. Now lets compare that to some other jobs out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's first try out working in a hospital, I can't even imagine what it would take to stay sane in a place like that. And I mean that(that I have no idea, can't imagine, no concept), I've watched my fair share of Scrubs episodes which I'm willing to bet is so far from what actually goes on in a real hospital that it has no semblance to the truth. But even if they don't I still don't compare, really the hardest decisions I have to face is if I'm going to waste my time hunting for documents or just delete them and let whoever needed them figure it out on their own. Now take a doctor's, inevitable his decisions are for a life or at least have life long consequences. I don' think we're in the same league, forget league, we're not even in the same world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about something that while may not be as life impacting is still very important, childcare. One of the guys in my LS works at a daycare center and the other day he was talking about some of the kids. Well I don't know if this is the place to mention it or not, but as he continued to talk he started to basically make fun of an autistic kid. Now I've never been around any kids/people that have that particular problem but my reaction was a strong desire to grab my two foot stick of pipe and go play "Band the Drum" on the guys ribs. Unfortunately(or fortunately) I don't know where he lives so our music session was delayed until I find out. But it did get me to thinking, what right do I have to say/think anything about his situation? I've never worked in childcare, I don't know what they go through, I don't know what they have to put up with. I don't know for a fact that if I worked in his place I wouldn't get so bogged down with stuff that I would let my human weakness take over for a bit and say some things that where less then kind. Hey I say less then kind things all the time, who's to say that's any different? I don't know, but it doesn't change the fact that I have my handy pipe sitting beside my desk ready to go to work if the opportunity presents itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one other thing I was going to mention but this is taking more time then I had planed and it's slowing me down. So the end result is that I'm aware I've got a very nice job and I need to learn how small and insignificant my problems really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's starting over, starting over&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand it's over, God is gonna take me out&lt;br /&gt;My time is over, this time is over&lt;br /&gt;Why is this over? God is gonna take me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:02 AM: Well stuffs starting to slow down here. I just finished the last machine I needed to work on tonight. So far there was less of a return on the computers then I had hoped but all in all it wasn't so bad. In any event I now have tomorrow free to work on the books or whatever else I need to do. I'm a little hungry, guess I need more then the pot pie and bean burrito I've had so far today. So I think I'll head to the back and get something to eat and watch some Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does anybody know bout love&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody care bout God&lt;br /&gt;If you're with me sing sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:02 AM: Well so much for taking it easy. I got another burrito and as I was eating I got to thinking about a couple of the laptops I have waiting. Long story short I got them set up and did somehow fix one of them. After that I had enough time to doze for about 20 minutes then get ready to open. All in all I had a very productive night and while I'm not sure how today is going to turn out it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're gonna die!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna meet me, why?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had your strength&lt;br /&gt;Inside your soul escapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45 AM: I'm tired, this is probably the worst time for me, in an hour or two I'll be fine, until then I somewhat resemble a zombie. Actually it's not that bad, aside from a desire to punch people out it's just like a normal day... Than again I normally... Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's it folks, that's 24 hours of my weird little life. Good luck with whatever you find yourself doing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm sorry I don't believe&lt;br /&gt;By the evidence that I see&lt;br /&gt;That there's any hope left for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2573132811589291335?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2573132811589291335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2573132811589291335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2573132811589291335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2573132811589291335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/01/worth-trying-again.html' title='Worth Trying Again'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-8284837976355136668</id><published>2008-01-08T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T10:59:31.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Days</title><content type='html'>I think these last few months have been some of the hardest of my life so far. As you know after my vacation I threw myself back into fishing, which I spent a lot of time doing. That wasn't so bad, getting frozen and being bored was the only drawbacks. After that I went and started training as a monk, which was actually fun. I got in some good groups and had an easy time over all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that seems like a long time ago now, after working on monk for a while I picked up warrior and that's when the problems started. This first month or so was easy but when it came time to actually join up with groups everything went bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming a fair portion of the problem has to do with the fact that I've never done any of the more physical disciplines. While my mind and knowledge is as good and better then most of the other adventurers in Vana'diel my physical strength is appallingly low. I got a good workout with monk and learned a lot, but not near enough to prepare me for warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago I went to Valkurm Dunes expecting to spend a month and a half there, with some resting time in Selbina. I'm now half way through the third month and I haven't set foot in Selbina. I'd forgotten how hot it gets around here, since I've gotten here the daily high hasn't been below 107. Last time I came through here it was torture because of the heavy cloth robes I had to where. The heavy cloth is gone but it's been replaced with metal armor, do you know how hot metal gets in one hundred degree weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storms are worse then I remember them as well, there's only been one major heat wave in my time here, for three days the temperature didn't drop below ninety and topped out at one hundred and forty something. I spent those days passed out by the Vortex not doing anything but sweating. If I'd have any scenes I would have gone through the vortex, but that's another matter. The high wind storms that come much more frequently are kind of a mixed blessing. The good part of them is that they do cool the place down a little, the bad part is all the sand they throw around. I've gotten used to squinting to keep it out of my eyes but most of the time I have open wounds from fighting and it's difficult to keep them clean with that much sand flying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings use to the actual fighting. I've joined up with two groups other then that I've just been fighting on my own. The first group was terrible, we couldn't get anything done, we just spent four days in the dirt mostly. I passed out four times, much more then I consider acceptable and I was actually doing better then the others. The second group was much better, we joined up for four days and everything went relatively smooth. There was a higher white mage helping us and that may have been the difference, I don't know. They had me as puller and main tank, double duty that I normally would refuse but it worked out to be the best so I just dealt with it. The result was that I learned a lot and grew a lot but because of the double work I didn't have any time to sleep. So four days after we got started I stumbled back to the outpost to get some rest and found out that all their beds where already taken. Something else I learned, after four days of no sleep you don't really bother finding a nice place to sleep, you just lay down wherever you happen to be and thank everything you can think of that its not a pit of spikes or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with that I've picked up a few new scars. I have one big gash along my left arm from when a Goblin hit me and I only got my shield half way up in time, it should heal up in a couple of weeks. I took another hit to the top of my head, if I hadn't had my face guard on I probably wouldn't be here today, as it is I just had the top metal bar on the face guard bent around my skull and a big red welt along where it hit. The pulling has been a little hazardous as well, my back is scratched up from taking hits from everything from Crabs to Goblins. Thankfully the armor stoped most of those hits but I still felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway hopefully I can get out of this place in two weeks or so, right now I'm ready to leave and let the beastmen have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Canatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-8284837976355136668?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8284837976355136668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=8284837976355136668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8284837976355136668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8284837976355136668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/01/hard-days.html' title='Hard Days'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-9203637748230465321</id><published>2008-01-04T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:52:37.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>You know some days just don't go according to what they should. Who Can Say why? If there's a day of the week that I'm more irritable then others it's Friday(yeah I know, I'm almost always in a bad mood, get over it). I think it has something to do with a slow loss of sleep through the week then a big loss of sleep at the beginning of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not this one, I've had all the normal stuff happen, stupid people, people trying to get free stuff, the norm. But with all that there's been a healthy dose of "What just happened?" moments that has so far made for a very entertaining day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at around 4:50 I found myself sitting at my bench not doing anything, just listening to a song, over and over again. Over the last few weeks I've had one song playing almost constantly, aside from a few hours that I devoted to FFXI last night it was playing constantly. At around 4:15 or so(I don't really know what time it was) I reached a stopping point with my machines and for whatever reason it didn't dawn on me to leave my bench. I just kept sitting there doing nothing but listen to the same song, again I don't know when I started doing that but I do know that it was at least from 4:15 to 5:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came carols machine, I didn't get to it last night so I wanted/needed to get it done today. Apparently she hasn't been able to get Internet for several weeks and she needed it fixed. When her computer comes in I rarely even look at it, the computer is in fine shape, the problem is the empty space between the users ears. But just to say I did I set it on the bench and checked it out. I'm not entirely sure how she did it, but IE had been totally removed. Now I don't mean the links to it where deleted(I did that close to a year ago to stop her from using it), it was completely uninstalled. Now for those who don't know that is not a good thing, there are a lot of programs that kind of need it. The only time I've ever completely removed IE is when I need to reinstall it clean, and even that is a chore. To cut it short, the only way I know to purge the system as much as she had would have meant close to an hour of bumping around in the registry(for someone who hasn't done it before) and the registry showed no signs of having been opened other then what I had done in the past. So I have no idea what happened there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been several other little things that aren't worth mentioning and wouldn't be noticed except for the other stuff that's happened. But the big one happened about an hour ago, and I'm not sure I want to tell anyone... On one hand I find it very funny and yet more proof that people aren't very intelligent. On the other I'm not sure I want to take the risk that someone will actually read this thing and then use it to make fun of me for the rest of my life... Hmmmm, I think the last person to stop by the blog was back in September, and he/she didn't stay around for more then three seconds... Nope can't take the risk, all I will say is that some months back I broke my first rule and was nice to a person. This like it always does came back to bite me in a totally unexpected, and if it wasn't so funny, scary way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess to sum it all up, today will go in the record books and maybe in a few years I'll tell everyone what happened, hopefully your day is going as good as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-9203637748230465321?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/9203637748230465321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=9203637748230465321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/9203637748230465321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/9203637748230465321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2008/01/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-69660442382795222</id><published>2007-12-11T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:00:46.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts on Blood+</title><content type='html'>Blood +&lt;br /&gt;Episodes : 50&lt;br /&gt;Genres : Drama, Horror&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 4,1,3(Yes it's not near as violent as they say it is)&lt;br /&gt;ANN Link : &lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=5088"&gt;Blood +&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!!Major Spoilers!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as anyone who cares to know knows I've been watching this off and on for close to a year now. Last week I got tired of it taking up hard drive space so I decided to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had three gripes about it, first it was way to long. About half way through they just run out of stuff to talk about and just start dragging it out. It gets boring very quickly after that and doesn't pick up again until the last three episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Riku Miyagusuku, if your going to censor something just don't put it in. Change the story a little, give some clue to the viewer what happened instead of just skipping over it and letting the viewer figure it out for himself. When you take a story like Blood you know that by it's very nature it's a violent story, why would you go half way through and then decide something can't be a part of it. I understand why they did it that way, they had to turn it down for TV and a younger audience. But by doing so they corrupt the character. As his death should have been it would have contributed to the story and given a multitude of side stories/directions to take the other characters. The way it was it destroyed the character and basically removed all the influence that he had up until that point. If your going to kill someone make it influence something instead of it just happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Haji before I say something and get my head taken off; I like the character. He's the standard dark knight type, I like that. But it would have been fine to leave him dead. He was kind of doing his job... But again I do understand why they did it, he's now the unkillable dude which is fine, so this isn't that big of a gripe from me, just a small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's the complaints, what did it do to get a 4? Good story to start with, good characters, decent fight scenes and the first bad guy was French. What more could you ask for? I've always liked the "ten years later" type endings versus a sudden stop which the anime gave(more like five years here). More importantly then that type of ending was that it had a clear ending, I don't like the way most JP stories end because so many of them are open(Adachi rules but the only ending he's done that I like was Katsu!). Blood+ had a clear ending and while it left a few things open for the future the vast majority of the side stories was finished up and the main one ended without a sermon, good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all its one of the better ones I've seen and earns itself a place in my top five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-69660442382795222?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/69660442382795222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=69660442382795222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/69660442382795222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/69660442382795222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-thoughts-on-blood.html' title='My Thoughts on Blood+'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5274391872436726190</id><published>2007-12-06T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:45:02.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eaten Up Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll die smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Something the past&lt;br /&gt;Someone said to me will,&lt;br /&gt;Make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll lay back and fade away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go I'll be fine,&lt;br /&gt;Frozen here in time,&lt;br /&gt;Sick of being alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me die,&lt;br /&gt;Go away,&lt;br /&gt;I never got what I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;I never got what I needed,&lt;br /&gt;What's on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Who can say?&lt;br /&gt;It's my invention I'm beating,&lt;br /&gt;I can not stop all this bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ready,&lt;br /&gt;Give me the morphine and I'll go to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;As I dream maybe I will just slide away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go I'll be fine,&lt;br /&gt;Frozen here in time,&lt;br /&gt;Sick of being alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten up inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away,&lt;br /&gt;I never got what I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;I never got what I needed,&lt;br /&gt;Whats on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Who can say?&lt;br /&gt;It's my infection I'm feeding,&lt;br /&gt;I can not stop all this bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Deamer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5274391872436726190?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5274391872436726190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5274391872436726190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5274391872436726190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5274391872436726190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/12/eaten-up-inside.html' title='Eaten Up Inside'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5464367199410406084</id><published>2007-12-06T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T09:04:07.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Imp's Trade(part 1)</title><content type='html'>"Okay, this should be good, close enough to Albuquerque for someone to find me and far enough away that I can get everything done before they do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary talking to himself was new, he had always thought someone doing so was a sign of low intelligence. Over the last few days he had stopped caring about that though. He had first started when he was leaving Chicago, the silence had been to much, to repressive and worst of all made him think about what he was doing. So it had begun with him mumbling which slowly turned into him counting his footsteps which in turn changed into what he was doing now, narrating his every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wood, I need wood. Can't have a fire without wood. Well you could, but why wood you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't bother laughing at his joke, as close to going crazy as he was now the joke was still to stupid to respond to. He did however set to work making a fire. When it was finally burning he made a mistake, he stopped and looked at the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that went through his head in the following hours of his self induced trance are to far to numerous to mention here. His life was the primary focus, his childhood being raised by his aunt and uncle. His college life, his aunts funeral and his much shorter then planed work life. Things didn't go the way he had wanted them to, in college and then at work he had skipped over relationships. He had planed on working for a few years then take time to find "that someone". He had been close to doing that to, he had a house and his bank accounts where growing quickly, if he had had just a little more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that thought that startled him out of his trance, way to sensitive of a subject to keep thinking about. How much time had passed he wasn't sure, it had to have been a couple of hours, all his wood had burned up. With a sigh he went and found some more and built another fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time instead of getting lost in thought he went to work sorting through his clothes and his bag. One by one they where tossed into the fire. Anything that could be used to identify him went into to fire, his favorite jacket, his wallet and all his credit cards, he wouldn't need them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was done he sat for a few moments thinking, not the lost in thought kind that he had done earlier, but just thinking. There was a lot he was going to miss, he would have liked to have done other things before his death but life is not always fair. As the time came he grew more and more calm. He didn't want to do it, but he knew he needed to, there was someone who needed his help and she was going to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With new determination he pulled the last thing in his pockets out. A small cloth pouch half full of a sweet smelling red powder. A couple of months back he had sold everything he owned for it, it was worth it though. It was full then but he had used half earlier to find out the terms of the deal, now he was ready to make the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should he say a few words as he used the powder? There should be something said, he couldn't think of anything though. After a few more minutes of contemplation he gave up, there wasn't anything that fit. His new habit kicked in though just as he was emptying the pouch into the fire, if he had realised he had said it he may have even laughed. It was probably the most fitting thing he could have said, but he never would have thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's get this over with"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Rat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5464367199410406084?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5464367199410406084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5464367199410406084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5464367199410406084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5464367199410406084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/12/imps-tradepart-1.html' title='The Imp&apos;s Trade(part 1)'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5052963494418680659</id><published>2007-11-19T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:19:59.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation</title><content type='html'>Well what can I say? For the first time in years I took some time off and relaxed. A couple of months back I was with a group of mages in Mount Zhayolm when I learned Thunder IV. As most people know that is the end of most mage's studies. From then on it's just relearning and improving on the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my earlier letter on why I do this you know that I've always felt that I need to become stronger. For some reason as soon as I learned Thunder IV that feeling became subdued. It's still there, I still need to study and fight and grow stronger, but some of the urgency is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did something completely out of character for me, I took a vacation. I didn't check with Reid, didn't even ask Sis to join me, just got on the ferry and headed to Mhaura. After I got there I just sat around for a few days then grabbed another ferry to Selbina then stayed around there for a few days(not very long though, Selbina is a boring place). And that's just about all I've been doing for the last few months. I stayed away from my adventurer buddies, Reid, Mom, Dad, everyone. I did some fishing for fun in Yhoator, wandered around Xarcabard, took naps in the cathedral in San d'Oria and raided the cooking guild in Windurst. Also I may have been involved in an incident involving the Onion Squad and Shantotto's cloak exploding, if anyone asks I was with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been great, I did get in trouble with Sis when she did finally find me, guess I should have left a note or something. Aparently she thought some group had left me dead somewhere, she worries to much. But after she calmed down I was able to convince her to join me and we wandered around some more, then we both got in trouble when Reid found us, guess we should have left a note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Reid never left Bastok, he just hired a couple of my adventure buddies to hunt me down. Those Galka's are faster then they look. So my/our vacation was cut short. We took Sis to Bastok then I helped my buddies with something they where doing for Bastok's leaders. Kind of a rough way to end a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's back to work for me I guess. I'm going to spend some time fishing. Not the nice relaxing kind, the frustrating freezing your hands off while trying to land ten fish a day kind. After that I'm not sure what I'm going to do next, maybe it's time to make a change? Maybe I should start working on my physical strength instead of just my mental strength... We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Canatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5052963494418680659?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5052963494418680659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5052963494418680659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5052963494418680659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5052963494418680659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/11/relaxation.html' title='Relaxation'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-9069451806673927440</id><published>2007-11-15T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T09:16:21.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>I know that there is a big part in all human beings(well, most of them) that wants acceptance and needs others to either understand or care for them. That's just human nature. Some months back I was in a short conversation that I can't say I wanted to be in(97% of conversations I'm in I don't want to be). Basically a man that I've known for about five years now stoped in the shop and the conversation went from me fixing his computer to some stuff he was having problems with in his life and ended with him asking me for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, how desperate do you have to be to come to me for advice? Personally I'd be asking random guys off the street for help a long time before I'd ask me for help. Seriously, the best you can hope for from me is that I go to sleep somewhere in the middle of the conversation and don't say anything. And second this guy is twice my age, what do I know about what he goes through? He's got a wife and kids, I've got a computer. How could I come up with anything that's remotely helpful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless of the path it took him to be in a situation to ask me for help he was in here asking for help and I didn't have a clue what to say. I think I said something about just killing his wife and pining the evidence on his son, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dealing with Christians is easy, just about every question can be answered with, "What are you talking to me for? Stop asking help from people, they're not that reliable. Go talk to somebody who's perfect and was and is willing to die for you." As Christians isn't He the source of our acceptance? What do we need from people when the big guys around? Don't get me wrong I know full well that that is a best case scenario and unfortunately is not that normal in life, but it's a starting point at lest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about non-Christians though? What do you tell them? Another situation I got dragged into is a guy going through what he considers rejection I was the lucky guy that got asked for help. The problem is that he is completely unresponsive to anything of a spiritual nature. It's not even a consideration for him. What am I supposed to tell him? I know what's going on but how far do you think I'm going to get by telling him that it's not rejection when people don't act the way you want them to, that's mostly them being themselves. Which indicates(but does not prove) that they have in fact excepted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know; most of the people I meet online have problems with thinking that they're being rejected or they don't fit in. Sad part is most of the time they get that opinion from someone that thinks the exact same thing about the first person. So what do I tell them? If you keep looking for acceptance from people you're never going to get it because you already have it now. What your looking for is the ability to accept yourself and your not going to get that in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? I certainly don't have the right to talk... Whatever, all this thinking just makes me hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-9069451806673927440?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/9069451806673927440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=9069451806673927440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/9069451806673927440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/9069451806673927440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/11/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7501631552382073654</id><published>2007-11-12T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:35:06.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canatu's Diary #2</title><content type='html'>Diary? Am I allowed to have a diary? Aren't those reserved for Mithra's and Taru's? Well I guess I am a Taru... But I'm not one of those that talk in rimes and spend all day looking cute... *Sigh* Well I'm writing this so I can do whatever I want, from now on this is not a diary, it's a log. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canatu's Log #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There that looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to get back on track. I'm writing this as I take a break from fishing. I'm currently huddled up to a fire in Qufim Isle, it is cold here. Not as bad as Xarcabard but downright close. For the last few days I've been fishing until I can't hold the fishing pole anymore then going back and warming myself up with a fire until I stop shaking then going back to fishing. It's a crazy cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really need to do is get some better clothes for these cold climates. All I have right now is the clothes I use for normal fishing, they are not suited for Qufim that's for sure. Back a few years ago I had some warmer cloths made for Qufim and Xarcabard, I wonder where they went to. Knowing how things go Reid probably sold them. Well if I spend as much time as we think I will here I'm going to need something, all these warming up breaks are really cutting into our profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately I've been rather busy. In the last few weeks I've grown a lot and have gotten much stronger then I thought I could in that amount of time. Since I had my fight with Maat it's been one group after another, some good and some bad. You know when you join up with a group of people you're literally putting your life in their hands, I think it would be intelligent to get to know them a little before actually leaving town where they can get you killed. That could be the frostbit talking though, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what else can I say? We've been working on upgrading my armor. I went and bought a custom Demon Helm. That was expensive. We probably should have upgraded everything then started on the custom stuff but I wanted the better Helm so Reid let me get it. That does mean that my other equipment is still old and that does hurt a bit, not to bad though. If things keep going the way they have been with my fishing we should be able to get some better slops this week and a better cloak next. I may be getting ahead of myself though, there's always little expenses that I forget to add in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this writing and the fire has gotten me warmed up again. Time to go fish some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Canatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7501631552382073654?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7501631552382073654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7501631552382073654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7501631552382073654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7501631552382073654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/11/canatus-diary-2.html' title='Canatu&apos;s Diary #2'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-8025352503966908508</id><published>2007-11-09T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T09:37:45.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JP Party? ((No, Thank You))</title><content type='html'>Okay what did I do? I've heard all sorts of stories about how great JP parties are but I can't find one that's even remotely acceptable. Now this has been a long time thing, since I joined I've had a very constant return from JP parties/players, all bad. Back when I was soloing my Kazam Keys I ran into another soloer and we joined up and had a great time getting a couple of them. When we where finishing up some of his ls mates joined us and they gave me a pearl. For a while after that I would log in for a few minutes every now and then and we(well maybe just me) would have fun talking with the auto translator. Good guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since then it's been one bad experience after another. Seriously I think from now on I'm NA only. I used to think going NA/JP only was somewhat stupid(I didn't have a problem with it, if you don't want to go through the hassle of using the translator, don't) now I'm probably going to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could spend the next few days talking about all the bad experiences I've had, leaving me hanging without warning when I'm less then 500 away for leveling, breaking up parties because someone left even though their replacement was standing in the middle of the party, just plain bad parties. The normal stuff, but I'm going to skip all that and just talk about the events of the last three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off Tuesday, I'm minding my own business fishing when I get invited to a party, great. So I go to whitegate, swap my fishing gear for my exp gear and grab sanction. Sometime while I'm heading to the sanction npc I get the invite and join the group, there's five, nin thf drk blu blm(me). So we'll get a healer and everything will be great, right? About then the sixth joins, as I'm saying the required ((Hello)) is notice something strange about this whm/rdm, he doesn't have much mp(about 100), that's strange. OK SO WHY DID WE INVITE A MNK???? Don't get me wrong I love mnks, their one of(if not the) best DOT dealers in the game. If I had my choice for a DD I'd always pick mnk, they rule. But we don't need a DD we need a Healer. mnk /= healers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit hitting my head against the table and watching the nice JP text scroll across the screen I'm tempted to just leave then. With this party setup either the blu or myself will be main curer(I think blues are better them blms in that position, I don't honestly know though), and as I was not told about that before joining I have very few issues with leaving right then(if you want me to main heal tell me before and I'll think about it, not after the invite). But as I was lacking a backbone I stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're fighting Imps and blue boy could be doing worse I guess, I'm not entirely sure how though. Is it to hard to remove silence from the tank? Which one of us was supposed to be the main healer I still have no clue. They never told me to(in a language I understand at lest), but if I had left things to the blu we would have wiped on the first mob and every mob after that. About twenty minutes in the drk dc's himself(I'm guessing he got tired of taking hate and almost dieing), in a NA party you'd give the guy five minutes of so to come back then find a replacement. Apparently in a JP party the leader doesn't even notice when his members leave... That's actually good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spend a few hours fighting with five and then call it a night. (start sarcasm) I had a great time, it's an experience I'd want to repeat as much as possible(end sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to last night. Again I'm minding my own business fishing and I get invited to another JP party. This time the leader tells me that he's got a rdm and a smn, great the only way I'll have to do any curing is if someone falls asleep. So with renewed faith in the JP culture I head to Whitegate and join up. This party is nin thf mnk(sweet) rdm smn and blm(me) so looks good right? Is it a bad sign when your party wipes heading to camp? The poor rdm deleveled. Well that lead to a change of camps and we ended going up against a mob I had never fought before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not a real big deal, it just means that I'll need a little time to get to know them and what magic’s to cast, what to stun, stuff like that. First thing I find out is that their week to ice strong to wind... Bummer. That's not a big deal, it just means that I won't be able to use my best nukes(that's just the way things fell on this level range, and yes it happens all the time it's just a little disappointing, nothing serious). Oh and they're blm mobs as well, all that means is I need to watch for them to use high level magic and stun that if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get going and it quickly comes to my attention that I'm having a bad night, I keep messing up. One time I used wind based magic on a puk and cured him for 700hp, my enfeebles keep getting resisted, and my timing is way off on my nukes so I keep taking hate. Basically some of the worst playing I've done since the dunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course puts me in a somewhat bad mood(wiping on the way to camp didn't help either) which doesn't help things. All in all we weren’t doing to bad, if you don't take into account exp loss from deaths we where making quick exp. And then I pulled hate again, that one wasn't really my fault though, the mob was down to 70% or so and it was my first cast, so I'm not entirely sure why I took hate. But I did and right after I did he started casting AOE. Great, so I would normally Stun that. But I already have hate, if I cast Stun and it actually goes off there's no way they can get the mob off of me before I'm dead. Now I don't mind taking one for the team, stuff happens and every now and then someone has to die, and it's a lot better for me to die then the tank. But surely with three people that can cure we can get away with taking one AOE without dieing, right? Ok so I was wrong and the tank bites the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one though, the rest of us manage to kill the mob and are no worse off for wear. We raise the nin and start getting ready to go again. All of us except the mnk, apparently he thought it was necessary to give me a lecture on how to stun properly. Now I don't know if this guy had a blm as well as a mnk, he may have a blm full merits best gear the whole works for all I know, actually I don't care. Now a mnk doesn't have a lot to do, he attacks the mob at the start then he weapon skills when he can, that's just about it. In other words he has more time on his hands then I do, I'm no where as busy as the rdm but I've got enough to keep me moving. So I'm getting this lecture in auto-translate on how to stun... I don't remember asking for his advice. I ask people for advice, really I do. Against new mobs I normally ask for what to watch for and stuff like that, but I didn't this time(because I didn't care what they wanted or thought I should do). So that's #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the mnk goes back to talking to his buddies and I get left in the dark about what's going on again(although that doesn't really bother me). Twenty minutes or so goes by in which time I never miss a nuke or stun that I wanted to stop(I let the unimportant ones slid, and no sleepga is not important). And then it happens again, I miss a stun because the recast timer wasn't up yet. And while no one died this time it was promptly followed by another lecture on how to stun. I thought about explain to this twit that I can only cast stun every forty-five seconds and there are actually several things I need to stun(especially with a nin tank) and because of this little fact I will be unable to stun every single AOE/Nuke. But unfortunately the auto translate does not have the word twit in it so I was unable to get my point across, so I didn't respond. We're now at #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another half an hour goes by in which I again didn't miss anything and my playing ability actually recovers to the point that I'm somewhat pleased with it. So I start casting Water IV and shortly after the mob starts casting an AOE, great. I have two options, one hit my rest macro to stop my casting then jump back up and cast stun, or hope that my nuke will go off before his and give me enough time to cast stun. If I cancel I may be able to pull it off, if I wait there's next to zero chance. I probably should have canceled but they had been twits so I wasn't going to waste to much time keeping them alive. And sure enough our nukes go off at about the same time, their hp drops to 50% and I shrug, no big deal. Unfortunately no one dies. After the fight we're resting up and I'm waiting to see if the mnk will say anything. Amazingly he's quiet, then the thf had to open her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a mnk has a lot of time on his hands to read what was happening so he should have noticed there wasn't much I could have done to in these situations, apparently he couldn't be bothered to think that much. The thf is a little busier so I'll give her more mercy just because it would be easy for her to miss what was going on. But still that was #3 and I was past the point of caring. One warp later and I was a lot happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I get tells from the thf and the mnk(none from the leader though, maybe he didn't notice I had left). I have no idea what either of them said, I can't read JP, I'm assuming I was being called names from the mnk and the thf was just trying to figure out what was going on. I sent a reply to the thf saying I couldn't have done anything(anything that had a chance at success at lest) and I didn't need people telling me how to do my job. To the mnk I was a lot less nice and basically told him that with his small brain he needs to be careful about wearing it out with thinking to much, but considering he hadn’t actually done any thinking that evening he was probably safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly afterward I got a tell from the rdm saying he was sorry for his buddies being jerks. That's cool, he was a nice guy so I replied that I was sorry for leaving him and good luck getting out without dieing. Shortly later he said np and if I ever needed a rdm look him up... I just left him to die and he wants to party with me again(Okay so him being a rdm means that he'll be able to make it out safty but still)? Interesting guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in three days I've had two bad JP parties and one very good Manaburn... Oh well, I guess from now I'm JP Party ((No, Thank You)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-8025352503966908508?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8025352503966908508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=8025352503966908508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8025352503966908508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8025352503966908508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/11/jp-party-no-thank-you.html' title='JP Party? ((No, Thank You))'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-4492040058311638247</id><published>2007-11-08T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:07:10.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was interesting. I had two conversations that gave me ideas for small posts, as I'm to lazy to write out two complete posts this created a small problem. However they did give me another idea. How many times a day do I have contact with other people(no I don't mean beating people up, the judge said I had to stop that)? I know it changes day to day, some days I'm always dealing with people, others I don't see anybody. So yesterday after work I sat down and started working on a list of the people I talked to and why. It should be noted that this is a complete list of everyone I talked to in any way, shape or form, also I would rate this as a normal day as far as the number of people seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is DW, her computer is currently in the shop and needs a power supply. Normally that's a simple thing, this one is turning into a pain. Long story short, it's a special power supply that I'm having problems locating. I thought I had found it and had one shipped in. Turns out that they sent me a different one then what I ordered so I have to go back to looking again. DW has taken it upon herself to call me every day and some times twice a day to check up on it, why I'm not sure. You calling me up and wasting my time on the phone does not in any way make part suppliers move faster, it just doesn't work that way. The really bad part was when she got her friend who thinks I owe them stuff to call and then stop by the shop about it. Needless to say I've thought about kicking them and the PC out in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two was my part supplier. I'm in the process of upgrading four laptops and I needed some prices one parts for them. So we had about a ten minute conversation about parts and costs, fascinating stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number three was a guy I actually like. We used to change oil in his truck and all in all he's a good man. Very quiet, maybe that's why I like him... Hmmm, don't know. Anyway he got a computer at a school and needs the OS reloaded because the security is crazy on it and they didn't bother telling him the passwords. Maybe the school that sold it to him wanted more for the passwords, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four was the kid, he's been sick for a while and has been milking it for all it's worth. Basically he's gotten a week off from school to play video games and play with his computer. Man I wish my parents would have let me get away with stuff like that. So for the last several days he's been calling me wanting to know this or that, for the most part just talking, needless to say the just talking bit doesn't quite work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five was the mailman, his girlfriends machine is in the shop and it's something of a puzzlement. There's nothing wrong with it, but for her it won't do anything... Hmmm, how do you work on something that is in the users head? We talked for a few minutes about stuff. He's going through some rough stuff and really just needed to vent, no big deal. To certain people I'm a good venting spot, he fits into that group so it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six was the kid again. He's gotten smarter. I got tired of talking to him so I just ignored my cell when he called(I would like to know how he got me cell number though, I didn't give it to him), well he knows I don't have caller ID on the shop phone so I always answer that(if I can). So yeah I get roped into a twenty minute conversation that is mostly useless banter about stupid stuff(by the way I'm thinking about getting caller ID on the shop phone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven was the kid's grandfather, through the kid. I'm in the process of building a machine for his grandfather and I'm finishing it up as I write(three screws and it's done). While I was on the phone with the kid his grandfather called him and so we had a short conversation about when he would pick it up and how much it would be. So I tell the kid to tell his grandfather that I needed about thirty minutes with the machine and then he could pick it up or figure out some other way of getting it to him(I happen to like the man, his wife and his daughter, all nice people so I don't mind going out of my way for them). And I hear over the line as the kid translates, "Yeah, (Insert my name) was thinking the best way would be for him to drop it off at my house then let you pick it up here" .... Does that sound like what I said??? *sigh* The kid gets back on the phone with me and says that he'll pick it up tomorrow morning and asked how much it would be. At this point I'm worried that if I let the kid tell his grandfather the price it will get "translated" again and I'll end up on the losing end of the translation. So I just tell him I don't have a total worked up yet but as soon as I have a second I'll figure one out for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight, was kind enough to come in the shop then, costumers are more important then phone calls so there's my excuse to hang up. Turns out to be a new costumer just wanting some information. Before people bring their machines in to me they normally like to check me out find out a little bit of info about my prices and how long they can expect to go without their machine, just checking me out. That's normal and I understand it, I lie about everything but I understand. I couldn't figure this lady out, either she was really cold(which she could be, I haven't gotten around to turning on the heat in this place so it's a tad bit chilly) or she was nervous or something. From the time she came in till she left(about five minutes) she could stop shaking. Eh, doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine was the grandfather again. He decided to call me himself because he really needed to know how much this was going to cost him. So it was a quick phone call in which I gave him the cost and he restated that he would be in in the morning to pick it up. Which again I appreciate because I was still a little worried about the kids translations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten was the mailman's girlfriend. I needed to know a little more of what was going on in order to proceed so I called her up and had a very puzzling conversation. All in all I'm stumped on how to proceed... I guess I'll just replace the power supply or something and give it back to them, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven was the kids neighbour. The kid needed a disk for a program and I stupidly let him have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve, Mrs lace was checking on her computer. For some reason she actually thinks I'm going to work on it... Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen was the kid, again(Yes this is normal, if I talk to him once I will talk to him 3+ times a day). He just called to say thanks for the disk, which I appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the world rejoiced and everything goes from the normal daily grind to wonderment and excitement. No longer is the day dark with work and trying to fix imaginary problems(although all in all it wasn't a bad day), it is time. Yes ladies and gentlemen, it's five and I get to close the shop. *glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but my day isn't over with yet, there's still people left in the world and unfortunately my contact with them doesn't end with work. But we do move to a much more enjoyable form of conversation(one in which I don't have to participate if I don't want to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen was a period of time between five and about eight thirty in which I said nothing while I fished. My LS had a few people in talking but as I normally don't care to talk while fishing(much nicer to just read manga or something like that) I stayed out of their conversation. MS, Longtail, Dunkin, and Enix where all online chatting off and on throughout that time. Most of the conversation was started and carried on by Dunkin, I'm somewhat torn on him. I can't figure out if I like him or not... I guess he's okay. Enix is a newer member(yes newer then me), nice girl so far... MS and Longtail are both nice, slightly ditsy but well within excepted range(I'm starting to think the ditsy bit is just an act). Anyway I didn't really try to follow their conversation so I'm not sure what went on, I did see beanie babies and playboy mentioned and something about riping out a cheerleaders heart, normal LS chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen took place in between the hours of about eight thirty and fifteen to four. Now in this time I had two conversations going, one in the LS and the other in the party I joined up with. For none players that's like talking on two phones at once, both sides know your talking to someone else but it doesn't interfere with either conversation very much(it should be noted that it is a lot easier then talking on two phones at once). The first one I'll cover is the LS conversation, Dunkin and Enix left, Delete and a few others joined in. I didn't say much, mostly because I've been a little to talkative on the LS lately so I wanted to cut back. Longtail was farming in a new place and was having a good time doing it, Delete and her kind of killed what little desire I had to talk by doing their normal twitterpated talk. MS got lost(she seems to be having a hard time figuring out her way around the meadows). And I think that covers most of what went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen was the conversation that happened in my party. I was invited to a manaburn and it took all of three seconds for me to say ((Yes, please)). Manaburns are great, if I was in a normal party getting good exp and was invited to a manaburn it would be very hard(okay not so hard) choice on which to go with. The reason Manaburns are so great isn't necessarily the exp(last nights was actually a little lower then what I would expect from a party), for the most part I like them because it's you and a couple of guys just like you trying to outdo one another will racking in a lot of exp. With a normal party I expect to nuke twice or three times just because if I do more then that I'll get hate and suddenly I'm the tank, which doesn't work for me. In a manaburn that goes out the window and you just nuke as fast as you can. It's a great way to find out how you stack up to other blm's at your level(Apparently I'm not as bad as I thought).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the night goes on we swap out members and like normal I'm one of the few guys to last the entire party. All in all I think we had seven blms and two rdms go through the party. At first all the conversation was was nuking ideas/strategy. That actually didn't take up to much time as we had some good blms around and blms are normally good at figuring out the best way to do burst damage on their own. After that the conversation went a little dead, there was some joking every now and then and some apologies from the first rdm as he was new to manaburns and wasn't sure how to proceed. There was a few deaths and some some comments on that, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We switched out some members and got a second rdm and kept going. One of the new blms was a bit high for us but he was a very good player so he helped a lot more then hurt. Another guy had some of the best gear for a blm at our level(noticeably better then mine) yet he was a terrible player. At one point our leader even kicked him, unfortunately he let him back in. Sorry, I'm getting distracted, the conversation was fairly short and far in between for a while. A couple of jokes, some apologies from the second rdm as she like the other one didn't have a clue on what to do and felt a little useless(Side note, to refreshers in manaburns, all we really care about is refresh, that's why your there, as long as you do that we'll get along great. Anything else is just nice extra, we don't even really expect you to cure). At about three I couldn't see anymore and was mostly just asleep at the keyboard so I kind of stopped reading the conversation after that. I think after that was just the normal stuff, when we finished up there was the goodbyes, see you later's. The leader went out of his way to thank me, I think he was buttering me up for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that I said later to the LS and logged, didn't bother to wait for a reply just left. So that was all my conversations yesterday. Hmm, whenever I have some free time I'm going to analyse them closer... Or I'll just post this and forget about it, whichever is less work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-4492040058311638247?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4492040058311638247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=4492040058311638247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4492040058311638247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4492040058311638247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/11/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7796273785641222409</id><published>2007-11-05T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:27:43.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again</title><content type='html'>Seriously how can this keep happening? Three guys in one morning, what's the odds? I'm guessing you have no idea what I'm talking about, pull up a chair let's talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at a bright and early 9 buzzard number one comes in. Over the last week I've bent over backwards helping him out. He has next to no income and a few medical problems. So he's a charity job, all in all I've spent about seven hours at my shop and three service calls to his place, all for free. So this morning he came in for hopefully the last time yet again and took his computer. Now this guy is sick, he has medical problems so he can't bring the computer to me or carry it to his car, but somehow he is always able to take the computer from his car to his house... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then he's called me three times, apparently he's to stupid to plug in a network cable... The last time he basically asked me to make yet another call to his place because his keyboard wouldn't work(btw a keyboard that uses a PS/2 connection has to be plugged into the machine before it's turned on or it will not work). Right like that's going to happen. One thing I don't get about situations like this is with all the work I did for him is it asking to much for a single thanks? Is that really to much to ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzzard number two came in a little later, about 10:30 I think. He's one of those self proclaimed computer techs. Here's a hint for you if your wandering if you can call yourself a tech or not, if you can't figure out the difference between a computer's hardware and software issues you have no business calling yourself a tech(Side note, just because you can tell the difference doesn't mean your a tech, there's more to it then that). That's simple, that's like... Well that's like a cook not knowing the difference between a cup and a pint. Or a car mechanic not knowing if the cars power steering or it brakes are bad. It's basic knowledge for our field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he needs RAM for a computer, no problem RAM is good and easy right? He has some older RAM, again no problem right? Right no problem, other then it being older I have no idea what ram it uses, so we go in circles for a while with him calling it PCI RAM(yeah I have a lot of that stuff siting beside my extra flux capacitors). Finally he goes out the door to his car and brings in the computer(well there was a wasted ten minutes, if he had just... never mind), one quick glance and I know the RAM so I get him some and then the real problem starts. He decides that's not the right stuff, that RAM wont work. Care to guess why? Because that stuff is just like the RAM in his other machine which is different then the RAM in this machine. Well he' somewhat right, it does look just like the other RAM, because it is the SAME THING!!! I know his other machine and yes it has the same RAM as this machine. So after another ten minutes of trying to explain that to this twit his reason for thinking it's different popes out. Care to guess? Anyone? Don't bother if your stupid enough to come up with the answer then please go shoot yourself. His reason was because the slots holding the RAM was black on one and white on the other, therefor they couldn't be the same... So he left fully believing he had a machine that wouldn't work because of the color of the slot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to number three. He's an idiot. He spent four hundred bucks at a school getting laptops and he now wants them upgraded. Basically he figured he'd buy a laptop for 100 bucks then spend another 100 upgrading them and get a machine that's worth 1000 out of it. My faith in his math skills notwithstanding I told him I'd do what I can. So these machines have a 1.3 processor, 20gig HD and unconfirmed amount of RAM and a beautiful CD-ROM. Yes I said a CD-ROM, not a DVD-RW, not a Combo drive not even a stupid CD-RW a CD-ROM. I'm going to cut this conversation down from what I want to say to be more christian and leave it at he spent over one hour in here talking about all the upgrades I should be able to do(no I cannot upgrade the CPU of a laptop, nor would I if I could) and he was nice enough to bring his dog... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I need to change subjects before, never mind&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks that's as far as I got before round two hit. Last Thursday evening I got a small nap in before work and I had a dream in which I physically threw a costumer out of my shop. I normally don't pay attention to dreams, normally I put them down to my mind goofing off and leave it at that, but I think that was the best dream I've ever had. In the two hours since I left off writing number one has called twice and he then brought the comp back to me and wants me to fix it, how can I fix something that isn't broken? And one of the ladies that is fighting for most hated person on the planet stoped in. If I've never said this before let me say it now, I don't need any ones help to fix a machine. Especially if you don't own the computer, if you bring a machine to me to fix it let me work, I don't need your help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it doesn't matter. What does matter is it shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't be like this. So I've had a run of twits, so what. So this lady has decided I need to be told what to do and how to fix a computer, so what? So this guy has decided to sponge off of me as much as he can, so what? So a dog has decided to leave his breakfast on the carpet, is that important? As much as I hate to admit it I guess it is... If it wasn't important I wouldn't be thinking about slugging someone would I? I wouldn't be watching the clock waiting for five so I can go put on some earphones and turn the volume up as high as it will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the worst part, I know full well that I'm allowing people who ain't worth a second of my time control my life. I'm letting a self important busybody decide my day... And that folks is sad... very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7796273785641222409?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7796273785641222409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7796273785641222409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7796273785641222409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7796273785641222409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-again.html' title='Not Again'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7143180094821865714</id><published>2007-10-31T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T07:38:00.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoration</title><content type='html'>I’m here with the others &lt;br /&gt;Who saw the heavens testify &lt;br /&gt;Now I hang back in the shadows &lt;br /&gt;I want to come close &lt;br /&gt;I want to know &lt;br /&gt;She sees me shivering here &lt;br /&gt;She smiles and with a nod &lt;br /&gt;I walk through the mud and straw &lt;br /&gt;To the newborn Son of God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, let us adore Him &lt;br /&gt;He has come down to this barren land &lt;br /&gt;Where we live &lt;br /&gt;And all I have to give Him &lt;br /&gt;Is adoration &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raises a wrinkled hand &lt;br /&gt;Through the dust and the flies &lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in rags like we are &lt;br /&gt;And with barely open eyes &lt;br /&gt;He takes my finger &lt;br /&gt;And He won’t let go &lt;br /&gt;And He won’t let go &lt;br /&gt;It’s nothing like I knew before &lt;br /&gt;And it’s all I need to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, let us adore Him &lt;br /&gt;He has come down to the world we live in &lt;br /&gt;And all I have to give Him &lt;br /&gt;Is adoration &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is with us here &lt;br /&gt;Our Immanuel &lt;br /&gt;God is with us here &lt;br /&gt;Our Immanuel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come let us adore Him &lt;br /&gt;O come let us adore Him &lt;br /&gt;Jesus, our Immanuel &lt;br /&gt;Is with us here and He won’t let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7143180094821865714?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7143180094821865714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7143180094821865714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7143180094821865714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7143180094821865714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/10/adoration.html' title='Adoration'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-3863199071792038825</id><published>2007-10-30T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:25:21.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit About Me</title><content type='html'>The adventurer life is a little more boring then people think. Well it's not always boring, it's more like there's a lot of action then a lot of waiting. I can go weeks without doing anything. Take last night, I joined up with some adventurers I know that where heading out to do some investigating at the Craig in Tahrongi Canyon, it took us a day and a half just to get ready to go. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't in any rush, whenever you rush to get things done and don't take the proper preparations everything goes bad very quickly. I'd rather spend five months sitting around preparing then be face down(if you don't know what that feels like don't try it, it hurts) for five seconds because someone missed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh, well because of the stop and go type action I get I'm left with a lot of time to think. Normally that's not a good thing, leave a Black Mage thinking by himself for to long and he'll eventually end up getting something killed, hopefully not his group. Sis has asked me to write a few things about what I go through on a day to day basis and why I do it, the normal stuff non adventurers want to know. So lately I've been thinking on why I started doing this and I've come up with two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is simple and the only one I'll admit to(to most people), power. I want to be strong, it's not to protect people as a whole or to defeat the beastmen. I don't really care about that, I want to help and protect some of the people I know. Most people aren't that important to me though. As far as the beastmen go, some of them are nice guys, show them any weakness and you're in for trouble that's for sure, but as far as I'm concerned they're a means to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do I want to be strong? Certainly growing up as a taru with three older hume brothers may have had something to do with it(ok a lot to do with it). But I've always felt like I need to be strong, like something will happen to me in which if I'm not stronger then I am right now it will end in disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, well while I'm being honest I may as well go all the way. I'm working toward ultimate power, stronger then the Shadow Lord, more then the Windurst Ministries, more then... Well more then the combined power and strength of the combined races of all Vana'diel, good and beastmen. And I feel that unless I'm able to attain that strength I won't be able to withstand what's to come. I know that sounds crazy to me as well, that's just what I feel and I'm probably wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second reason is less obvious and a little less crazy(not much though). When Reid first made his proposition to me I wasn't aware that this was a deciding factor but the more I travel the more apparent it becomes. Sis and Reid's family was/is good to me, I'll call them mom, dad, sister and brother without a second thought. Whenever we find some time off and we get to spend time with them it's great, there's no way I can replace or forget all they've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But growing up in a family of humes I've always felt a little out of place, like everything is great but there's just one thing out of place. I used to think it was me just wanting to have a conversation with someone without stretching my neck or them having to kneel or sit down. After I moved to Windurst it quickly became apparent that wasn't it. I don't know how to describe it, but I think differently then other tarus. For the most part it's like we don't even speak the same language, I just don't think like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first couple of years in Windurst was miserable, I think I was looking for a home, a family that they just couldn't give me. I've traveled across most of the world now and I can't say I've found a place that I would call home. The Galka's in Bastok are nice, but a taru really doesn't fit in there. You couldn't pay me enough to live with the elveen, any race that dumb should be nuked out of existence. I get treated kind of like roalty in Jeuno, but that's not what I'm looking for. Al Zhabi is a fun place, somethings always going on, but it's just not home if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met a lot of people in my travels, a couple of them I'd even call friend. But so far no place I can call home. So maybe I'm looking for something that doesn't exist. All I know is that I've always had a small feeling of loneliness in me and I'd give anything to get rid of that feeling. I guess somewhere I belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's why I do it. That's why I spend my days in dark tunnels fighting nasty birds, big turtles and goblins with very strong armor. When I put it down on paper it doesn't seem like much, but it's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Canatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OOC: Just in case someone missed it, this is written by and from Canatu. It's completely his viewpoint, not mine.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-3863199071792038825?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3863199071792038825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=3863199071792038825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/3863199071792038825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/3863199071792038825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-bit-about-me.html' title='A Little Bit About Me'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2895177860344122269</id><published>2007-10-29T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T08:15:43.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an Era and a Small LS Comparison</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday I learned a small bit of news that shocked me, MM is leaving FFXI. Now for the people that don't know Mistralmind he is/was the leader of the ls skycollege, Mithra/Ranger. Basically he's a nice guy that spent a lot of time helping out people. Last night was his last night on and he spent it helping a guy do the 60 limit, interestingly enough he was the one who helped me with my 60 limit, and my 50 and my 55...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on SC very much lately, I've been on Trio, but I'm very glade I found out about him leaving in time for me to say goodbye. At around 9 last night we all said farewell and he broke the shell. His total play time was 251 days and 10 hours(yes that is real time). So just to say it again, thanks for all the help MM and gl with whatever you decide to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to a small ls comparison. Something hit me last night when I put on my sc shell, I didn't watch my words. I said whatever I thought of and I didn't feel bad for anything I said. I guess this needs some clarification, trio is made up of a group of friends that help each other and are fairly close. This is great except for the fact that I'm not one of the friends... Don't get me wrong if I ask for help they'll help, it's just there's not a lot I can help other people with so I don't feel right asking for help. Also they know each other and can talk freely but most of the time I don't know what their talking about or if I say something its just conversation killer(anyone that knows me knows that you have to give me some space on my sense of humor). All in all I spend most of my time there feeling very out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now SC, D is going to reform the ls and he gave me a peril last night(I think I was the first person to get one). After thanking him for it I told him not to give one to lq(that's his wife), instead of a silence he took it the way it was meant to be taken(sort of, it would be great not to have lq) and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick over the weekend and when I had on Trio I didn't even think of mentioning it, no reason to. When I was over at SC I was talking to Jazo and without thinking about it I mentioned it, no big deal... I don't know, there's a big difference between them, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't get me wrong, Trio is filled with great people and I will continue to be a member(I think). But on the other hand SC seems to be a much more relaxed group. It should also be said that any problems I may have with Trio is my failings not theirs. In other words, my inability to deal with people in what would be considered a normal way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2895177860344122269?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2895177860344122269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2895177860344122269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2895177860344122269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2895177860344122269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-era-and-small-ls-comparison.html' title='End of an Era and a Small LS Comparison'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7671471773336073498</id><published>2007-10-24T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:12:39.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Another Chance To Become A Raving Lunatic</title><content type='html'>Not that I wasn't one before... Not that it matters either I guess. So what's going on? Not a lot happening over here, working and playing same as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the TV on more then usual lately and I'm starting to wonder about all the horror stuff that's on. Yes I know, everyones doing that stuff because of Halloween. That's one thing I've never been able to wrap my head around, what's so special about Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Side subject warning* So people get dressed up and that's about it... Oh yeah they give kids candy... Right, &lt;em&gt;sign me up for that!!!&lt;/em&gt; Needles to say to say I've never celebrated Halloween, not because I think it will in some way glorify satan or turn me evil or whatever, I've just never seen the point. One of the Church's I used to go to would have some sort of Halloween alliterative, I was forced into helping with that a couple of times. I remember hanging around watching fully grown people walk around dressed up as everything from TVs to Jesus, looked stupid to me. *End of side subject*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking about it a couple days ago it hit me that I've never watched a horror movie. I've seen two of the Resident Evil movies, I guess those are horror, more action from my standpoint. Aside from those I've never even thought about watching any. Well you can't say much about a subject you know nothing about so I ran through my mental list of horror films that I knew of and tried to come up with one that I'd like to watch. A few seconds later I realised I wasn't interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the start and end of it for me, I don't understand horror films, the desire to be scared or whatever motivates those films. On top of that I have no desire whatsoever to understand it either, it doesn't interest me. So if you like that stuff, knock yourself out, have fun. You're more then welcome to tell me how fun/wonderful/whatever it is but don't expect me to join in, just because I have better(from my standpoint) things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also to the TV guys, get something other then horror on for people like me to see. Would it be so hard to do something different then what everybody else is doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7671471773336073498?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7671471773336073498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7671471773336073498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7671471773336073498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7671471773336073498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-day-another-chance-to-become.html' title='Another Day Another Chance To Become A Raving Lunatic'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-3280732936639793047</id><published>2007-10-15T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:04:09.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Work Together....</title><content type='html'>You know the rest. And I'm stretching things here but I wanted to get something good out of last Friday night(check my last post) so this is the best I could come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow with me if you will a short chain of events starting last Friday, I was working on a computer well past the time I should have been in bed and I wasn't able to fix the machine until mid day Saturday. Now normally I use Friday night to catch up on sleep and be ready for the weekend. I wasn't able to do that so come Saturday evening I was dead. Even hitting blm70 wasn't able to keep me awake much past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday I slept in late, in fact I slept much more then I should have. Which lead to me being unable to sleep last night. Which lead me to being bored and doing some work on my computer. Which lead to.. Care to guess? I think I'll leave the rest of it to someone who's better suited, and deserves more credit for the project to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break you down&lt;br /&gt;Mercy, I cannot allow&lt;br /&gt;Through your face, My fist will plow&lt;br /&gt;Watching as your blood pours down&lt;br /&gt;Lets do this now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, that's one thing Texas has been skipping on, obscure song lyrics that make people uncomfortable. So what did we get done last night(this morning)? We're finally up, and only a month behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off everything is not operational, we're still trying to get a shoutbox to work(yes I know, that shouldn't be hard) and at this moment Canatu has done the by far majority of the work. Which brings me to mentioning the guys involved. Right now it's mostly myself, Deamer and Canatu(yes who knew Can and I could get along long enough to get any work done). Can has really surprised me in his support for the project, and Deamer I wouldn't even be done with the first page without him, so big thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this project? Did you forget who's talking here? I can't just tell you, you've got to earn the knowledge. I have taken the liberty to put two trails for people to find. Both will take you to the same place but it depends on the person to figure them out. Don't worry, they're both very easy to figure out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trail #1: In the Spanish Satanic Community, For Friends against Xanthein Indoctrination, there is a Trio Of Warriors. Jump away from the little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trail #2: When you "talk" to me forget the bar and the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it, it should be simple enough. Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Kidnik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-3280732936639793047?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/3280732936639793047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=3280732936639793047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/3280732936639793047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/3280732936639793047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-things-work-together.html' title='All Things Work Together....'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6988856500577698229</id><published>2007-10-12T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T19:47:35.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Weird?</title><content type='html'>So at about 3 this afternoon I was getting close to closing the shop and calling it a day. Yes I know, that's two hours before I'm supposed to, sue me. Anyway, this guy comes in with a laptop and asks me to fix it, no problem. I do the normal thing and say sure, however I have my hands full and won't be able to get to it until Monday. His reply to that was I'll double your fee if you can fix it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, this creates a problem. See my plan was to do a little fishing then call it a night since I didn't get any sleep last night. So I'm faced with a choice. On one hand we have FFXI, on the other hand we have money. Hmmm... FFXI would normally win, but if I did get paid now I could get something to eat other then the crumbs from the couches cushions... This is very difficult, food or FFXI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took some quick soul searching but I think the answer is obvious, FFXI(hey don't judge me, I have to get a Lu Shang's). So I was about to tell the guy to buzz off when it dawned on me that I may get lucky and it be an easy fix(yes I know that was stupid). So I booted it real quick and what do you know it was easy, a standard Hijacker. Well it would have been easy except that it's Vista, oh and one more thing the owner decided to stay and "chat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So something that should have taken 45 minutes or so turned into two hours. Then after it was finished and ready to go out the door the owner changes his mind. All of a sudden the double fee doesn't sound as good as it did two hours ago. So he decides that I should reload the OS. I do my best to explain that it is in perfect condition and there's no reason to reload it. He doesn't buy it. So I boot him out the door and tell him I'd call him when it's ready. I then take it in the back and work on reloading it while I fish, hey if I get it done tonight I can hold it hostage until he pays the double fee:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So simple reload, right like that's going to happen. I can't do anything with this Dell piece of junk. It won't take any OS and since it's a laptop I don't have a backup of the old one. So that leaves me working on a computer that I have no idea when or if I can get it to work again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at lest I'm doing good in FFXI... right? What do you think? You know that scripture that says he wants to have friends must show himself friendly? Well I understand the scripture(although I don't really know if I want friends or not), but the showing yourself friendly is what stumps me. What does that mean? Does that mean that I need to stop being rude does it? If it does forget me ever having friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my current ls is very close. The main members know each other and yada yada. So as is normal when I'm around a group of close friend every now and then I feel really out of place(In other words I want to leave). This annoyance decided to rear it's ugly head today and in order to stop myself from going completely insane I've taken my linkshell off. Not switched it, took it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I fished all the bait I could get(only ten stacks) and then what? I'm not done with the computer so what do I do? Somehow I've ended up in the dunes pling some ls members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is, I haven't slept since sometime the day before yesterday, I'm working on a computer that I won't be able to fix today, or possibly ever, and I'm pling members from my ls without my linkshell on(one of them just told me he's got another ls member coming to pl them, I think that means he wants me to leave), am I weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6988856500577698229?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6988856500577698229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6988856500577698229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6988856500577698229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6988856500577698229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-weird.html' title='Me Weird?'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7268914961308803559</id><published>2007-10-10T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T07:40:07.422-07:00</updated><title 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/&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7268914961308803559?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7268914961308803559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7268914961308803559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7268914961308803559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7268914961308803559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/10/011101000111001001110101011100110111010.html' title='0111010001110010011101010111001101110100'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-8341478975914830547</id><published>2007-10-09T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:49:44.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>It has been my lifelong dream to torture people. Being blm, acting the way I do and several other things is just because I want to see other people in discomfort. This drive, this push if you will, has lead me to do the most diabolical thing I could think of. That's right ladies and gentlemen it is time for &lt;em&gt;Vacation Photos&lt;/em&gt; (enter diabolical laughter here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually you don't have much to worry about, a certain person that shall not be named(Enterprise) decided to fall into the water and take the camera with him. Apparently water and digital cameras don't mix... So I'll have to settle for the three pictures that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few weeks back the family got together and headed to &lt;a href="http://www.palodurocanyon.com/"&gt;Palo Duro&lt;/a&gt;. Now we/I have spent a lot of time there. Just about any time we get a chance we head down there for a few days and relax a bit. Normal we do a lot of walking, some siting around, just general laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally we're in the place less then five minutes before Enterprise sees some path and we then take said path to whatever end it may be. Now we're not rock climbers or anything, we don't do anything that could be considered a great achievement, but who cares? I've hiked out of the canyon four times now(I think, it may be three or five), sat on the sad monkey, and have generally left my tracks all over the park, I like the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time was no exception, Enterprise picked out a path to the top and the next day we headed out. Our first challenge was what would kill the camera(on the return trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RwugBgrzzxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PcNjwndMq-w/s1600-h/Palo%2520Duro%2520051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RwugBgrzzxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PcNjwndMq-w/s400/Palo%2520Duro%2520051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119361349250699026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bridge. So after crossing the water we made our way up the canyon. Nothing major I guess, at some point we crossed a fence so I'm fairy sure we left the park. But we pressed on and reached our goal. It was after getting to the top and looking down over the camp site that we realised that we didn't bring any water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rwug_ArzzyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rn9C3rwSR0c/s1600-h/Palo%2520Duro%2520048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rwug_ArzzyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rn9C3rwSR0c/s400/Palo%2520Duro%2520048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119362405812653858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip down was fun, shortly after starting our decent I stepped on the bottom of my boot(you figure it out) and riped it up. So for the rest of the walk I was walking on a boot that was halfway there, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we made it, drank some water, rested and where ready to go again. All and all it was a great trip and I hope to make it back there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RwuiEgrzzzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Hli3EymjL4Q/s1600-h/MePaloDuro20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RwuiEgrzzzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Hli3EymjL4Q/s400/MePaloDuro20045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119363599813562162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-8341478975914830547?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8341478975914830547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=8341478975914830547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8341478975914830547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8341478975914830547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/10/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RwugBgrzzxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PcNjwndMq-w/s72-c/Palo%2520Duro%2520051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5094505270659001612</id><published>2007-10-03T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:14:20.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's That Smell?</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been around for a while. I've been trying to get Kidnick to take over the blog so it will keep running with updates but he's busy with his project and none of the other guys will help either. This is why I didn't want primary, to much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, so whats going on? Canatus been doing a lot of fishing. The problem with that is that he's been fishing up 10+ stacks a day and can only sell about six a day. Needless to say his house is starting to stink. Which reminds me I need to go check the AH, hang on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back, some sold, some didn't. While we're talking about Canatu, why do people think it's their business what I'm fishing? Up until recently people have left me alone for the most part, there was the occasional blind check, which I think is rude but who cares. But recently I can't fish in peace, every hour somebody walks up to me, checks me, and then starts asking questions. When did it become their business? Yes I know they think I'm a RMT or a bot, but why do I have to take time out of my schedule to deal with complete strangers that are apparently board enough to harass complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I don't mind conversations.... if I know you. A long time ago I happened to pass a guy that had a perl for the ls I was in. When he saw my ls he switched and we had a 20 minute conversation over the ls. That was great, I had never seen him before and I don't think I've seen him since then, but it was nice to kill a little time talking about stuff(Just to let none players know, fishing takes a lot of time and has a lot of dead spots, talking helps the time pass as you wait for a fish to bite). That was ok/great because he was in my ls, he wasn't some random twit that just wanted to find out what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, if your just passing by and see me fishing I've probably been there for a few hours and am probably tired of dealing with the random twit. I don't need your opinion on what I'm doing, your opinion doesn't matter to me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my ls members(all my ls's, current and past) and my very few friends, if you see me fishing I've probably been there for a few hours and while I'm probably watching a movie or reading a manga I'm still board. If you have the time say hi, tell me how bad your party is, tell me about whatever is going on that I'm missing so I can fish, ask me for some help if you need it... even if you don't need it. Seriously, a little talking in the ls can be the deciding difference between a good fishing session and a bad one. Oh, except of the love birds, you guys can do that in /t, be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas &amp; Canatu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5094505270659001612?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5094505270659001612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5094505270659001612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5094505270659001612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5094505270659001612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/10/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s That Smell?'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2201118371157383464</id><published>2007-09-24T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T09:58:52.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Lie</title><content type='html'>It didn't happen, I promise you it didn't. Don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about. It's just a bunch of lies made up by my enemies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you didn't know I had enemies? I do, they've been after me for years now. They hide in the background waiting for an opportunity to strike. They don't get very many chances to, I'm to good to let them. But every now and then they see a chance, they see someone who doesn't know better and pounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know they existed either until about seven years ago when I heard the song "I'm Blue" by Eiffle 65. It explained it all to me. It's not a normal song, it's a song full of hidden messages, why else would he keep saying I'm Blue? It's simple just like the green pygmy tarachulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, they're outside the door. What do they want? I must go and mix bleach with the drinking water. But if I don't make it remember to never look over your left shoulder while wearing green and guard the peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Ratrap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2201118371157383464?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2201118371157383464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2201118371157383464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2201118371157383464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2201118371157383464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/09/they-lie.html' title='They Lie'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7051596040878770145</id><published>2007-09-20T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:23:26.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NGE, Jesus, and Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=49"&gt;Neon Genesis Evangelion&lt;/a&gt;, an interesting show to say the lest. For the anime fans out there you know what it is, for the rest of you it basically a story about a kid that fights aliens in a giant robot. It's one of the most popular mecha shows to date and has a large following of rabid fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first watched the series I enjoyed it immensely as a whole. There are some characters I didn't like(Asuka, Shinji Ikari). But they where balanced out by characters that easily hit my personal top ten favorite(Everyone knows who I'm talking about but I'll still say it, Rei). As the show went I didn't understand it, I'll give $100 to the first person who does understand the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I read something posted that I don't know if it is true or not, if it is it makes a lot of the show easy to understand. A gent stated that the show was written from things that happened in the writers life(again I have no idea if that's true or not). Well obviously it wouldn't be literally, I haven't seen any aliens battling mechs in the news for a while(although I haven't watched the news for a while). But it makes sense that he's taking his life and warping it into the "actors" of his show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm wrong please let me know. But I'm not sure how you could explain &lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=419"&gt;The End of Evangelion&lt;/a&gt; without going into the realm of talking about one thing while discussing another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about Jesus? Didn't he do that as well? In my eyes he did it a lot, every parable he used was because there where people who where supposed to understand and people who weren't. The people he was speaking to where the ones that could understand the parable, those who could not where unfortunately left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is a very dangerous tool. If you have all the knowledge but no wisdom you will eventually corrupt yourself. I know a lot of people that have a lot of knowledge about computers but no common sense on how to use that knowledge. Whenever I'm talking to these people I try to tell them as little as possible because sooner or later they will use that knowledge in an incorrect manner and hurt themselves doing it. However I know a few people that have plenty of wisdom but don't have the knowledge, if at anytime these people ask me for information I will give it without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this apply to God? Do you remember the centurion? What did he say? "Hey J, I know you have a lot on your schedule and it wouldn't be very good for you to come into a Roman's house. So you the man, just say so and it will work out."(paraphrasing) The guy was wise enough to know who Jesus is so he got the message. When a parable was spoken it was spoken for the ones that could hear, if the ones who couldn't hear it got the message it would be dangerous to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm online(and in real life) every now and then I stop for a moment before I post something or say something to someone thinking, "This isn't me, why am I saying this?" Most of the time the answer is "Because it's funny". The rest of the times it's because I don't want people to see me, or at lest not the clear picture of me. Everyone has things they don't want to talk about, personnel insecurities, failures, and things they wish they where better at. People always(almost always) want everyone else to see themselves in a good light, no one wants to be picked on or feel like they're less of a person then everyone else. So we skip certain subjects so others won't see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I sometimes do things a little differently(almost completely online). If I discuss something without talking about it very few people(or most probably none) will get it. Those who can figure it out can only do so because they are the same or they know me very well. I don't have to worry about them, they will just shake their head and say "I understand, been there a lot myself" and that's the end of it. Those who don't get it just shrug and leave, or come up with the wrong answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point of all this? I just told you. Those who know, know. those who don't, don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 100th post!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7051596040878770145?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7051596040878770145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7051596040878770145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7051596040878770145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7051596040878770145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/09/nge-jesus-and-security.html' title='NGE, Jesus, and Security'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6289917947823244637</id><published>2007-09-19T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:26:12.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Good Day</title><content type='html'>Ok so up until twenty minutes ago today has been worthless. It started out with the USA taking out Germany the turn before I took out the USSR. Needless to say I went from happily killing things to people happily killing me, in other words I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then continued with Row stopping by the shop and talking, normally the problem would be that I don't like to talk to people. Not this time though, see I like to talk to Row, it's just that my work being what it is I couldn't stop and go join her and kpb like I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then continued with the three computers on the bench refusing to let me fix them even though their problems should be simple fixes. So half an hour ago I was to the point of just calling it the worst day of the year and going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got a phone call; just one phone call turned it all around. Today is now the best day so far this year and nothing anyone can do or say will change that. So bring it on costumers, bring it on parts vender's that swap parts without warning. I'm ready for you, and your little dog to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you want to know what the call was? Why didn't you ask? I got my shirts in:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6289917947823244637?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6289917947823244637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6289917947823244637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6289917947823244637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6289917947823244637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/09/very-good-day.html' title='A Very Good Day'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6416815975609368517</id><published>2007-09-18T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T09:40:18.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt From Earlier This Week</title><content type='html'>"Wait, what was that? Sunday night? What am I'm doing up on a Sunday night? I don't really know. I didn't get much work done last week so I came to the shop to spend a few hours working on computers and it somehow is now 3:00AM. I don't know how that happened. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to make the best of things"&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's as far as I had gotten before I plugged a computer into the bench that I didn't know had electrical problems. Needless to say hilarity ensued as my other computers shut themselves off and on and proceeded to do whatever they wanted to do(which apparently is very random). I spent the next two or so hours getting everything worked out and all the machines running again. After that I felt more like going to sleep then writing so I went to the back and played Final Fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's Sunday Night Log #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6416815975609368517?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6416815975609368517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6416815975609368517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6416815975609368517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6416815975609368517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/09/excerpt-from-earlier-this-week.html' title='Excerpt From Earlier This Week'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-9106756301035760428</id><published>2007-09-12T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:21:11.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me or is this room spinning?</title><content type='html'>Hmm, weird feeling. I don't know what I did but when I got up yesterday my hearing was messed up and I was slightly off balance(if I remember correctly the two are related). It's kind of interesting, there's no pain but everything sounds very loud and talking on the phone is painful because of the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, it's nothing major and as long as it stays the way it is now I don't have any problems getting on A's roof and working, but I am thinking of using ear plugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-9106756301035760428?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/9106756301035760428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=9106756301035760428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/9106756301035760428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/9106756301035760428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-it-just-me-or-is-this-room-spinning.html' title='Is it just me or is this room spinning?'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-271107983298617841</id><published>2007-09-10T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:26:08.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>9/10/1984&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I was hoping my shipment would show up today. Well I guess it still has three or so hours more to show up in. If it doesn't show today it could mean I wont see it for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in case someone has missed Canatu's updates; he's jumped ship. Basically Kidnick and Deam asked him to join in with their project(yeah I know, Kidnick asked Canatu for something. Shocked me as well). They can give him more room to do what he wants then this blog can so he agreed and is now working with them... I think I'm going to have to steal some of their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on the subject of other posters, I got Corwin to post!!! That was work. He's a nice guy but talk about a guy who doesn't like to talk... Ok, ok, I know he has a very good reason, and I don't blame him. Hopefully now that he's made his first post he'll try again in the future. I hope someone else does, it's hard enough being primary without trying to keep up with a blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I don't know... Oh, if you have the time check out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcbazH6aE2g"&gt;LFG - Slaughter The World&lt;/a&gt;(Warning!! Completely heartless, but very funny)&lt;br /&gt;Then check out the Comic &lt;a href="http://www.lfgcomic.com/"&gt;LFG&lt;/a&gt;. That's all for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-271107983298617841?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/271107983298617841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=271107983298617841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/271107983298617841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/271107983298617841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7659195848582616877</id><published>2007-09-07T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T09:33:19.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>Simple, that's it. When we try to make things complicated they just get messed up and nothing turns out right. "...in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content." Stuff doesn't bring happiness. If you're not content with what you have now you won't be content with anything you may get in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how to put it in words... How about a painter? Let's say this painter slaves over getting a painting perfect. He spends years experimenting with colors and techniques in preparation for it. Now lets say he starts the actual painting, he works carefully in each little section. He gets about half way done and he does something that he wasn't planing on, he makes a small change. Nobody else notices it, but he does. He obsess over it while he continues working on the painting. He keeps saying, "It's on a corner, when I get this part done or that part done I won't be able to see any difference." But he does, finally he completes the painting, it's immediately declared a masterpiece... by everyone but the painter. He hates it, can't stand to look at it because when he does he sees what it was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of that? Well because the painter couldn't except the change or change it back to what he had intended it was a failure. Because he couldn't be happy with the change he couldn't be happy with the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we become like Paul? What does it take to be able to say, right now I'm content, and whatever happens to me I will be content. Well that's easy, there's only one answer, the same one that answers so many other things... God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's more to it then just being content, there's the joy part of it too. I don't want to go through life saying I'm just content. I'd like to be able to say that I'm enjoying life to the fullest, whatever that means. The handy deal is how it all comes in one package. Sure life can and will be rough, there's no avoiding that, God never said his path was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to what started this post, simplicity. I think we/I spend to much time thinking about the big picture and don't recognise the small but great achievements we make every day. The best way I can describe that is to go to FFXI, if you care to you can read this post from [GM]Dave's Blog &lt;a href="http://bannable-offenses.blogspot.com/2006/10/why.html"&gt;"Why"&lt;/a&gt;. If you don't care to read it the point of it all is that the fun of the game is the small achievements made all the time. Every MC I catch makes me happy because that gets me closer to the 10k of them I need, every point of EXP is a blessing because that's one tiny step closer to leveling, every .1 raise in whatever you're skilling is great because that's one more done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier for me to see it in FFXI then in the other parts of my life, but if I stop to look I can see them as well. Every payment I make gets me closer to owning the shop, every person I help gets me closer to my goals, even failures are important because they make the success "taste" better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point to all this, sorry there isn't some big huge revelation about life. Just a reminder to thank God for the "little" achievements in life, I think recognising them is the key to contentment and happiness... And if you can't see them... well you need to start trusting the big man more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Corwin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7659195848582616877?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7659195848582616877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7659195848582616877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7659195848582616877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7659195848582616877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/09/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-4496891607686654842</id><published>2007-09-05T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:12:03.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back, Again</title><content type='html'>Well that took a lot less time then I expected. The decision rested with Mec, so thanks to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what's been happening around here since my last few posts? Not a lot. I've had some very good news about the shop, which I'm not going to talk about. We've been working and I haven't had time for FFXI, and I won't for another two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of two weeks my intention is to move into my shop more permanently. Currently I'm thinking of spending the weeknights here and the weekends in Stinnett. Which will give me a lot more free time and hopefully I can start to make some real headway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that school is back the bard will probably get his group back together. For those of you who don't know the Bard he's a guy I did a lot of work for in the past and is a good guy. Last year he started a group of volunteer christians to help people in need and people that don't necessarily need help but could use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tagged along with a few of the projects last year, did some drywall work, siding, and moved stuff, nothing major. Because of every one's schedule over the summer it was put on hold. Now that summer is over(didn't it just start?) we'll probably get going again. I'm somewhat looking forward to it, why I don't know. I don't really like the people involved, I don't like work, and it takes precious time away from other things... Strange, maybe I just need to be around people that I don't like to be reminded of how great it is to be by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I traded some work with one of my costumers, I'll try to get some pictures of the results. It should turn out nice and get me started in the right direction, but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have more to say but it will wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-4496891607686654842?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4496891607686654842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=4496891607686654842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4496891607686654842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4496891607686654842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m Back, Again'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5973357936245588466</id><published>2007-08-27T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T08:04:37.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I did something fun. Something that I didn't think I'd be able to do. It was great, I'm still smiling and I've been at work for over an hour now. But it brings me to the next step, which is a problem. I've made it this far without asking for help, but I don't know if I can make the next step without help of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that a problem though? I don't honestly know... it just is. I like to help people(ok some people), but I don't like other people helping me. Strange; and I so far have been unable to ask for help. I've studied this from every angle I can think of, none look good. I may be able to do it but it's a long shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person once said, "Would someone tell me? But then I'm relying on someone else again..." /shrug So do I ask for help, or do I keep trying to do it myself and probably fail? Tell you what, I'm not going to make this decision. You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can tell there are two people that check this blog once a week or so, I will not post again until someone either leaves a comment or sends me an e-mail or gives me a phone call telling me which to do. Whoever tells me which to pick first(first meaning first one I hear/see/whatever) wont get anything special except for knowing that they controlled my life for a little bit:) But I will do what they say, regardless of if I like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you could look at it like this folks, since I won't post until I get a reply this could be the perfect way to get me to finally shut up. Oh and if any ones wondering the person I quoted earlier is also well known for saying "I dreamt I was a moron".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I hear back, so long folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5973357936245588466?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5973357936245588466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5973357936245588466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5973357936245588466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5973357936245588466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2242681544758500593</id><published>2007-08-24T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T09:05:03.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy Folks</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a while. I'd like to tell you my lack of posting was because I was called on some religious fast and I spent my time in prayer. Or let's say that I got a lot of work and I didn't have time to post or something like that. But no, I can't say any of that, for some reason I got bored and looked up a few of the web comics I used to read. Which lead me to reread the archive of;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0435.html"&gt;The Order Of The Stick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.giantitp.com/comics/erf0020.html"&gt;ErfWorld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goblinscomic.com/d/20070716.html"&gt;Goblins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DCI(If you want the link to the one you'll need to look it up yourself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies and gents I decided that reading comics that I've already read was more important then making a post, or a week of posts, or two weeks of posts, whatever it's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has this taught us? One, Belkar rules. Two, Goblin Berserkers rule. Three, Lord Hamster is good. And four &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY CALVIN!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2242681544758500593?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2242681544758500593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2242681544758500593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2242681544758500593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2242681544758500593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/08/howdy-folks.html' title='Howdy Folks'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-4380145763191727378</id><published>2007-08-09T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:47:59.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night Log #11</title><content type='html'>Well the 11th one that gets posted at lest, I've missed a few weeks. This could be a long night, it's 8:25PM and I have three on the bench and four waiting to go on. The computer in the #1 spot on my bench went on early this morning, apparently the owners bought a new virus software and didn't uninstall the old before loading it. So it's been fixed since about twenty minutes since I started on it(the firewall did not want to uninstall), but it has a lot of junk on it that I'm cleaning off, almost done. Contestant #2 just got on and I'm just doing first checks, it's going to be something of a pain because it has Me on it. #3 is one I don't want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up some new music a few days back. The first time I listened through it I didn't like much of it. It's been growing on me though.&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know 'bout love?&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody care 'bout God?&lt;br /&gt;If you're with me, sing sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny for your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I fear we need a little help round here,&lt;br /&gt;if you're with me, sing sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how the lost know they're lost... A cry for help that is not answered because the cry is sent to the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:12PM, Ok computer #1 has been finished and replaced. The new one is an old Gateway USB Machine, running Me(just like #2). The Machine won't see the mouse so I'm loading an OS on a second HD to see if it's hardware or not. Most of the USB machines ran hot and burned themselves out sooner or later. This one does have some blown capacitors, nothing big though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:22PM, Not much has changed. #1 is being a pain, Me can be picky on what it loads on. I found 800+ viruses on #3, interesting thing is I don't think any of them did any damage... Maybe I just haven't found it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:32PM, I'm doing a lot of work for nothing... I haven't progressed in the last hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:59AM, I'm getting that feeling again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:18AM, Nice break. I'm getting very close to being at a standstill again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise my viewpoint may be predigest against people who think they know a lot about computers, but let's face it, they're dumb. Now don't get me wrong, there are plenty of guys out there that know a lot about computers, and some(not a lot) when they get themselves into trouble will call me. Those guys are not dumb. Case in point, last week one of my costumers called me about some problems he was having with his network. No problem, I told him over the phone how to fix it and wished him luck with getting it done. The next day he brought the offending computer in because he still couldn't get it figured out(this was a weird problem in that one computer was taking down the entire network), I fixed it he took it and we were all happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's take another guy that called me the same week, he described the problem and asked if there was anything he could do to fix it himself. My answer, nope bring it in. Did he have a more difficult problem? One that needed a closer look? Nope, easy fix, the difference being is that this kid thinks he knows a lot about computers. If I had told him how to fix it he would have brought it in a few days later and I would have had a mess on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the little I've written on these guys it's hard to tell that there's a difference between them. Let's see if I can make it simple. The first guy calls and asks me about the problem because he has no issues with admitting that I know more about computers then he does(and he actually knows a lot). The second guy calls me because he thinks that when I looked at his machine six months ago I did something wrong that is now causing the problem he's having. It would never cross his mind that I may have more knowledge then him, and the problems he's having could in no way be caused by anything he's done. I don't like guy number 2 very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us in a round about way to where I was heading, home computer techs. Sometimes I love how they come up with things. Most of the time it's just irritating because you end up spending more time getting it through their head that the problem wasn't what they thought it was then actually fixing it(I've talked about this before a couple of times). Like this week a group of about five kids(the oldest one looked like he had just gotten his drivers license) brought in a machine, they then proceeded to tell me how a friend of theirs that knew a lot about computers said that their graphics card went out. Okay, that doesn't happen very often(in comparison), but I started working on the machine with that thought in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me less then five minutes to know what the problem was and it had nothing to do with the graphics card. Because of the cost of replacing the part involved(I just told you what it was) I went ahead and spent half an hour or so trying to revive the offending part. It was pointless though, and my best talking couldn't convince her to come back. So then I had the pleasant job of convincing a lady that this computer guru friend of hers that had told her she could get away with forty-fifty bucks was wrong and it's going to be a lot more then that... right, that went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point number two, another self proclaimed computer genius was having problems with getting one of his machines on his network. He worked on it for a few weeks, spent close to an hour on the phone with me about it, everything. This was one of the problems for the ages, it would go down in history as one of the mysteries of the universe, how could this guy not get it to work? He went to college for computers, people all over the world know and speak of this guys knowledge of computers with awe and reverence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no ideas left over he finally brought it in to me, neither of us new why; if he couldn't fix it no one could. So I put it on my bench, I didn't expect to be able to fix it, how could I hope to succeed where he's failed? After the OS booted up I first checked the connection to the network, nothing. Next was to check the Net card's driver... That's strange, where was it? What was the problem? What kept him from being able to fix it? Just one little thing, the fact that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE'S A MORON!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Let's walk through this real quick, if you had a network and you wanted a computer to connect to that network using a wired net card do you think it would be a good idea to disable that network card? I didn't think so, apparently this guy decided it was a good idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:43AM, It doesn't seem like I got much done tonight, well I did my best. I'm going to work for another hour or so before retiring to the back for the rest of the night/morning. So later all, oh if it's interesting to anyone as of a few minutes ago I have only space on my desktop for two more icons... I need to do some cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-4380145763191727378?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4380145763191727378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=4380145763191727378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4380145763191727378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4380145763191727378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/08/thursday-night-log-11.html' title='Thursday Night Log #11'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-9026342701326464856</id><published>2007-08-08T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T08:41:33.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Place In Life</title><content type='html'>A while back a friend of mine invited me to spend a few days at his place to attend a christian retreat/lesson thingy and to generally goof off. Having spent the hour before he called hitting myself with a hammer I was not thinking clearly and I agreed. Well you can imagine how things went, I did what I do most of the time when with Christians, ignore them. Apparently my actions resulted in what mostly happens because I was never invited back(Not that I blame them, I wouldn't want me around either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then it has been somewhat difficult to talk to said friend. The last time I called him he said, and I quote; "Uh, yeah, Dude I uh, I'm washing my cat right now. She hates it when I stop in the middle, so uh, I'm going to have to call you back, alright?" Apparently he knew it was alright because he didn't bother waiting for a response before he hung up... Now this was fine, as a pet owner myself I know that you have to take care of your pets. The weird deal is that he doesn't own a cat... I guess he was taking care of his sisters or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's not the reason for the post. This happened at a college and most of the people involved where students. After the deal was over a couple of the guys involved that all lived at the dorms spent some time at my friends place just hanging out and talking, good times. One of the comments that was made confused me at the time and I didn't know how to respond to it, mostly because I couldn't figure what he was saying or trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on a post that has made me do a lot of thinking and twisting the past to meet my goals and for some reason I remembered the comment and it hit me what he was trying to say. The gist of it was that from his perspective I was at the next step in life then him, since he was a student and I was working. My first reaction to that revelation was "Oh that's where he was going." My second was "Was he trying to say I was more mature then him because of it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because I don't have anything better to do I spent some time thinking it over. I understand the the next stage in life bit, but we where about the same age as each other(I don't know how old he was/is). Because I skipped going to college does that mean I'm more mature. I'm guessing you all know the answer to that, nope. I may be running a shop I may be doing the job thing but I'm still just a twenty-one... twenty-two? I don't think I'm twenty-tree yet... HOW OLD AM I? Let's see I was born in 84... or was it 85? I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, the point is aside from the fact that I'm me(which is a very big deal), I'm nothing special. In one way I have a lot of respect for young Christians today that make it through college. If there was ever a group of institutions that are built to destroy the morals of those attending it's a collage. So one one hand my hats off to all Christians who make it through college still a Christian. On the other hand you went to college, what kind of moron are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-9026342701326464856?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/9026342701326464856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=9026342701326464856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/9026342701326464856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/9026342701326464856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/08/place-in-life.html' title='Place In Life'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6757225580410504033</id><published>2007-08-06T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:22:05.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Become A New Man</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got a call from an old friend. We talked for a couple of hours about stuff that happened and we covered a lot of ground. About an hour into the conversation something snapped in me. It felt like I'd been building walls around myself for the last few years and in one second they where torn down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at things a little differently now. I think a lot of the "I'll do myself/I don't need anyone" attitude was caused by these walls and I think most of that is gone now. A customer came in this morning that is normally a pain but instead of her bothering me like normal I was able to see things from her perspective and help her out, I didn't even charge her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me to thinking, all the people that I've been having problems with, the ladies that try to get out of paying, the customers that demand the impossible, are all my fault. I've been so centered on myself that I fail to see their view and how I really should help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Snort* Ahem, I mean they're justHAHHAHHAAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHATHEY'RE JUST PEOPLEHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say itHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breath, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me helping people?Hhaha that's funnyhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, hang on a second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I got it under control. *deep breath* I was planing on writing out this long post about how I see people differently now and how great people are and how I was going to be nice and be around people from now on. Apparently I can't even write that out without laughing... Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so much for that. If anyone is out there worring that I've changed, don't. People are jerks that try to get away with anything and will do anything that helps them out, especially if it's at your expense. We would be better off if the better portion of the population would go jump off a bridge. And to help that along I'm forming a jump off a bridge club that already has three members. We did have four but one of the members did his duty and jumped, so now we have three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Kidnik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6757225580410504033?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6757225580410504033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6757225580410504033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6757225580410504033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6757225580410504033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-become-new-man.html' title='I&apos;ve Become A New Man'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-9214441606373734076</id><published>2007-08-03T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:31:19.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Notes</title><content type='html'>Howdy, well I had a nice log for last night then things went kaput and I deleted it. Basically last night was a challenge in keeping my sanity. I ended up playing a lot of FFXI in between working on machines and while I would have liked to get more work done I'm happy with what I did do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not going to say much now, I'll post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-9214441606373734076?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/9214441606373734076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=9214441606373734076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/9214441606373734076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/9214441606373734076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-notes.html' title='Friday Notes'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-1855223446762094147</id><published>2007-08-02T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T07:52:32.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh, Am I A Christian?</title><content type='html'>I got think about some things last night, yeah I know, bad idea. Every way I look at myself leaves me so far below what I could/should be, am I making any progress here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I know I have a lot of failings, I don't have the love that Jesus had for people. He died for others, I wont even be inconvenienced for them... He wanted to keep them from hell and all that, there are a few people I wouldn't mind helping get there... He forgave the people that put nails through his hands and hung him by them, compared to that anything people have done to me is nothing, I think I've forgiven them(do my actions say I have?)... As far as I can make out he never was concerned for his future, he knew that he would be taken care of, at night I have problems sleeping because I feel like my time here is to short to reach 75(ok, so it's not that bad)... Jesus always told the truth, even when he had to hide it in stories he told the truth, with me, truth is more along the lines of what's convenient(how much of this post is made up as I go along?)... How can I call myself a christian? Look at me, I'm a mess. Two things come to mind when I start thinking about this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is that scripture that says those who compare themselves amongst themselves are bozos(I'm paraphrasing). If I compare myself against Jesus of course I'm a failure. That's like a frog getting mad because a horse can run faster, it doesn't sound very intelligent. Should I compare myself to other people? Why would I do that? I don't even like other people, why would I want to be like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is the stuff Paul said. Unlike a lot of people it seams, I like Paul, he didn't wast time on pleasantries and just said what he thought, cool guy. How often did he say "YOU IDIOT!!! We're saved by grace, not because we're such great people"(again with the paraphrasing). I know full well that I'm not perfect(I know, I know, most of you are in shock right now). But God gave me this free gift when he knew full well what kind of stinker I was/am. I didn't/don't earn anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to answer the first question, yes. Am I a very good one? I have no idea... probably not, but I'm trying. If I keep working on it someday I may be Corwin(that is an obscure reference that I don't expect anyone to understand), until then your stuck with me like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-1855223446762094147?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1855223446762094147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=1855223446762094147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1855223446762094147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1855223446762094147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/08/uh-am-i-christian.html' title='Uh, Am I A Christian?'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-103749379352850857</id><published>2007-08-01T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:44:33.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day, Another Dollar Down The Drain</title><content type='html'>Ok so first off please do not think that because there was no update on Thursday night that I took the night off. I didn't, and yes it didn't go very well. I just didn't feel like making a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason my days have flipped. On the weekdays when I normally make a post I haven't felt like it, and on the weekends when I normally don't make a post I want to. All in all it feels like a long time since I posted last. So how about an all around post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing lately? Not a lot... Fixing computers, playing FFXI, reading manga, trying to avoid work, the normal. Points of interest are my new linkshell, my sister moving in with my other sister, and I found my missing box of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to cover them in line of importance, first my ls. It's different then SC, as people who know me know(who else would read this thing? Wait a minute, no one reads this thing...) that I enjoy(ed) being in SC. They're a great group of guys, there was always someone on doing something. If you didn't have something planed to do they would have something for you to do as soon as you logged in. They would help in a second even if you didn't necessarily want the help(You know who you are) and even the few eternal noobs in the group where fun(when they weren't getting you killed on missions), so I really hated making the decision to leave SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had to do it. Having looked for a new ls before I expected to be looking for a while. Most of the groups I've been a part of in the past have been like Knights of Fantasy(I'm naming them specifically because of my great dislike for them), a close group that has everyone else do the things they need and if someone else gets help in the process, ok, but they weren't going to go out of their way to help anyone. So I hit playonline and started looking, I got a list of five or so groups that looked good and grabbed the first one. Actually out of the five the first one I went to was because a long time ago I was in a party with the leader of it, that and they addressed the issue I had with SC within the ls rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few days of looking I caught the leader online and got a peril, sweets. The first night I had it the issue that made me leave SC came up, almost right after I joined... So there I was banging my head against the table asking why do things get complicated? Why can't I just log in with a group of people and play? Why do I have to... never mind. I was about to trash my peril and go to the next ls on my list when the leader started asking me a few questions. I could and probably am wrong but the general drift I got from her/him was that she/he couldn't figure out why I randomly seemed interested in her/his ls. Well you know me, I never pass on the chance to confuse people, so I decided to give them trial period, it could(and turned out to be) an isolated incident. Good thing I didn't leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a new ls that was on trial period, it was a lot smaller then my last one and the members seemed to be very close to each other... time to experiment:) Originally I gave myself a week to complete the experiment then decide to stick with them or move on. So the question that I'm sure came to your mind was, what experiment is he conducting on these poor people and will it end with them hating each other? Well don't worry, the experiment was on my end, not on them, I just used them to help me do it. It was hard, after a week of it I had to log into my old ls just to be normal for a bit. For whatever reason after I got it out of my system I logged back in and kept it going. Monday at one(AM) I was busy doing my thing and I pulled off something that I shouldn't of been able to do and instead of doing what I would normally do I followed along with the rules of the experiment and just kept going. About half an hour later it hit me that without thinking I made a choice that was contrary to normal, the experiment was over, I could do whatever I want. Hmmm, I normally do what's good for me and forget everyone else... Interesting, so the end of it is that I'm staying with this group and while the experiment is over I will stick to the rules of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for a while about different things I've noticed or about the results of the experiment but I have a few other things to talk about today so I'll save it for later. Oh, I have a link to here on my playonline account so it's possible that a few of the members could stop by. If any of you are here please don't take offence at what I say, I think you guys are doing a great job and I in no way think badly or wish harm to yourselves. So far it's been fun guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the second most important thing, my box of books. Sometime in the move from the dorms to my sisters place I misplaced a box. I've been looking for it since, it had/has a lot of my old scifi books and my Risk board. I thought I left it with the coins so I've been looking in the wrong place, it was in the closet... Yeah I know, that was dumb. Last night it hit me that there was some of A's genealogy books in the closet and maybe I had been skipping over it thinking it was hers. Apparently that's what happened. So I found it, I'm currently re-reading MMM. Also in there was my Halo books, Battlefield Earth, Last of the Mohegans(I'm not sure how to spell that), What Did Noah Do With The Wood Pecker's, The Founding of the Commonwealth and a few old devotion booklets. So I'll be happily re-reading books for a while... Anyone up for a game of Risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the third most important thing, my sister moving. Eh, it's not that big a deal. I'll see her a lot more, which is good, there's now an 8 month old across the hall from me, which is bad. When do parents start getting full nights sleep? I could understand a month, maybe two. But he's 8 now, shove a sock in his mouth and go to sleep... I think I'd make a great parent, don't you? Who knows, it's going to be interesting is all I can say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all that's going on right now. For some reason when I think of my life the song "Sick Sad Little World" comes to mind... I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-103749379352850857?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/103749379352850857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=103749379352850857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/103749379352850857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/103749379352850857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-day-another-dollar-down-drain.html' title='New Day, Another Dollar Down The Drain'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-4537873127422466359</id><published>2007-07-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T08:21:53.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Review II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DwA66mcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hk5ssTjm6gU/s1600-h/CanatuWave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DwA66mcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hk5ssTjm6gU/s400/CanatuWave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093012352018323906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! It's a little late but not much has happened. Last week started with making gil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DAw66mWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qwKWN4QdkDE/s1600-h/Can070727115217a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DAw66mWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qwKWN4QdkDE/s400/Can070727115217a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093011540269504866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said last time that I joined a new Linkshell, well I haven't gotten a chance to do much with them yet but I have done a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4Dgw66mZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tLaG6Hs-X0I/s1600-h/Can070726220337a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4Dgw66mZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tLaG6Hs-X0I/s400/Can070726220337a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093012090025318802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LS leader was getting her theif AF and since I wasn't busy I decided to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DAw66mXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dYThpH_HRV0/s1600-h/Can070726232455a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DAw66mXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dYThpH_HRV0/s400/Can070726232455a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093011540269504882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a breather while waiting. Right afterward a couple of Gobies jumped me, they didn't live very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DBA66mYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ign5OM3wtrE/s1600-h/Can070726223239a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DBA66mYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ign5OM3wtrE/s400/Can070726223239a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093011544564472194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got that done we went to get a scroll for a White Mage that was helping also. It was a lot easier then I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DAg66mVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8yGpASs32Ik/s1600-h/Can070727155848a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DAg66mVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8yGpASs32Ik/s400/Can070727155848a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093011535974537554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on it was Quest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DAg66mUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5DRAhe1agOw/s1600-h/Can070727171337a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DAg66mUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5DRAhe1agOw/s400/Can070727171337a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093011535974537538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been putting off getting my NPC for a while now, but I'm glade I finally got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4CWg66mTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lurriDhbyPE/s1600-h/Can070728201625a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4CWg66mTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lurriDhbyPE/s400/Can070728201625a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010814420031794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the hard part, leveling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DhA66mbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kjcEdEONRXU/s1600-h/Can070722183205a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DhA66mbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kjcEdEONRXU/s400/Can070722183205a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093012094320286130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the even harder part, leveling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4CWA66mQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PRdgUDYzK4Y/s1600-h/Can070729230515b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4CWA66mQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PRdgUDYzK4Y/s400/Can070729230515b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010805830097154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of waiting involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4CWQ66mRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hLZbrlrL_as/s1600-h/Can070729223816b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4CWQ66mRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hLZbrlrL_as/s400/Can070729223816b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010810125064466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever find the guys who have been feeding these Bunnies steroids I'm going to set him on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4CVw66mPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/86WOvLSUg2c/s1600-h/Can070730004822a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4CVw66mPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/86WOvLSUg2c/s400/Can070730004822a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010801535129842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys I helped out earlier where putting a party together so I joined them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4CWg66mSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hQNXVKCHTYQ/s1600-h/Can070729214742b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4CWg66mSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hQNXVKCHTYQ/s400/Can070729214742b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010814420031778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then they left and it was just me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4Dgw66maI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PXiFz8MQekY/s1600-h/Can070726131418c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4Dgw66maI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PXiFz8MQekY/s400/Can070726131418c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093012090025318818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have folks. Oh, well how about some of my info on one of my mining runs? I used 132 Pickaxes at 200 gil each(26.4k) and 48 Fire Crystals at 1.1k per stack of twelve(4.4k) and about sixty Copper Ores at 9 Gil each(540 gil), bringing my cost for the trip to a little over 31,000. I got 14 Darksteel Ores that sell for about 5k each(70k), and 2 Gold Ores that also sell for 5k(10k), and then the little stuff which I don't remember... a couple stacks of brass and some silver... there was 15 or so thousand from rocks.... and some Lightning Crystals from elementals... Hmmm, well the total of sellable goods was 127k. Bringing my profit to somewhere around 96k. Which is excellent, but I need to do that several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, talk to you next week. I already have some interesting(to me) stuff for then so make sure to stop by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-4537873127422466359?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4537873127422466359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=4537873127422466359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4537873127422466359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4537873127422466359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/week-in-review-ii.html' title='Week in Review II'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/Rq4DwA66mcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hk5ssTjm6gU/s72-c/CanatuWave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-1571579104595604517</id><published>2007-07-26T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T08:53:05.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain Reaction</title><content type='html'>It's interesting how one thing will change so many other things. Basically three computers have stopped me from getting anything done here at the shop. This morning I said "forget this" and junked two of them(I don't think the owners will be happy but who cares?), in the hour since then I've fixed four other computers and everything is going smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the end result was that I'm getting a lot of work done, but what caused it? On the surface the reason was that I booted two machines, but what made me boot them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be the fact that I've been messing with them for a week now. Now if a computer spends more then three days on my bench something is wrong. Either I can't get in touch with the owner for them to make a decision on it or I'm not doing my job right. With these it was different, I was stumped, I couldn't figure them out. So maybe I just got tired of working on them and not getting anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be my choice in music... I know what your thinking, how does music effect computers? With myself I know that I respond to things differently depending on what music I'm listening to. If I listen to christian music I'm more likely to listen to the costumer and do stupid stuff like that. If I listen to Weird Al I have a tendency to blow things up(seriously all the fires I've started here have been while Weird Al was playing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the unanswered question that brings up is, do I listen to that music because that's the mood I'm in or does the music put me in that mood? I don't know, what I do know is that this week I've been listening to classical music(I don't know why, I just felt like it). Except for today, today started with "Wake Up Hate" and has continued with a barrage of fight songs. So did the music cause me to have limited patience and unceremoniously kick the offending machines off the bench?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or could it be that this morning before starting work I let Canatu check the AH and because of some stuff selling he's now halfway to getting his Sleepga II spell. That's the only spell he's missed so far and it's kind of been bothering us that he hasn't had it(even though he hasn't needed it). So did I decide to do things halfway today because of him? Hmm, I don't think so, but maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know somethings happen because of a lot of little things. I also know that somethings just happen. Where the choices I made today the result of a long chain of events, or where they just because that's what I decided? I don't know, but does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then let's put it to something that does matter. If all the little choices or events lead me to do something that is pleasing to God does that mean all the little steps are pleasing to Him? Wait a minute I know what your thinking, and no I'm not trying to make a point about music(that would be a stupid train of thought that leads to more stupidity).... Hold on, where am I going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something planed out when I started, what was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, all and all I just hope my actions are pleasing to Him. And if the little things make that happen great. If they don't, ok, I'll try on the big stuff then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-1571579104595604517?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1571579104595604517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=1571579104595604517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1571579104595604517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1571579104595604517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/chain-reaction.html' title='Chain Reaction'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-8242410531924110104</id><published>2007-07-25T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T08:00:18.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointy Objects</title><content type='html'>Does anyone have something sharp and pointy I could stab myself with? The hammer isn't doing the job anymore... I threw my complaint department at a customer so I can't use that. I still can't find my knife, I think I stabbed someone with it and forgot to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who let the morons out? Seriously shouldn't they be kept in a cage? Log man stopped by the shop yesterday. There should be only one person in the world(two if you count me) that knows who log man is so let's leave it that he's cost me a lot of money and I don't like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's messed up his comp again, that shocked me. No really I didn't think that the guy who burned up a perfectly good main board could have computer problems. How could he? He knows everything there is to know about comps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people that should never own a comp, they shouldn't even be allowed to look at one. Just being within breathing room of one makes it open a portal to hell and summon demons. What else could explain some of this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no use complaining about it. If you'll pardon me I'm going to go bang my head against a brick wall. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Kidnik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-8242410531924110104?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8242410531924110104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=8242410531924110104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8242410531924110104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8242410531924110104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/pointy-objects.html' title='Pointy Objects'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7732443142338117362</id><published>2007-07-24T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:58:57.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoy Me Week</title><content type='html'>Did I miss a memo? Seriously, did all the nuts get together and pick this week to strike? Yesterday I had all but two of my worst customers come in. *Sigh* If those two show up I'm going to lock the doors and quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was minding my own business when an old friend of the last owner came in. What shall we call him? How about "Mr. Give Me Stuff"? MGMS for short. See the last owner never threw stuff away, he just accumulated junk. Well that was something of a problem, except he had friends like MGMS who came by every now and then to say hi. He would pick something out of the pile and give it to them, they'd go away and everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't accumulate stuff. If it can't be turned into cash in a week or a month then it gets thrown away. So when MGMS comes in I don't have anything to give him, nor would I if I had something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he starts out by telling me about a problem he's "working" on. Now he's not a tech, he's not even a good user. I'm surprised that he knows how to turn a computer on. So the fact that he's having problems does not surprise me. But it's nothing serious, the drivers for his modem are not installed(I'm cutting a lot of conversation out, for a while he had a modem then he didn't then he had one again, it was a mess). No big deal, I tell him how to fix it. I lost him around open the control panel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he comes here because the last owner would have said "Just bring it in, I can fix it". And he would have and not charged him. I said the same thing, but I added in "total cost $35.18". Nope, all of a sudden MGMS is a rocket scientist and can figure it out on his own. Sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fifteen or so minutes spent on that we get to the heart of the issue.&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: That's a nice computer over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side note, no it isn't. It's an old piece of junk that is so old that I couldn't throw it away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I found that when I was cleaning the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: I found one just like that at a garage sale a few weeks back. Two of them together would look nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's my shop your not going to get me uncomfortable here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: And that one siting beside it, what is that and old Mac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup, same one that was up there last time you came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: I started a collection of them. Stuff like that is great for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can do this all day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: What's that little thing over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's a frag box I just put together. Nice computer, I could put a modem in it if you wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: It can't be a very good machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I told him what it was, P4 1gig RAM. Standered desktop, nothing fancy, but years ahead of anything he has)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: Hmm, doesn't sound to bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: $625&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Really, I have enough food in the back to do this for a couple of weeks, I'm not in a rush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: Well I guess I'd better be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright, let me know if there's anything I can do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have to say that last part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMS: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he didn't get anything this time either... What? I'm not here to give stuff away, or make friends for that matter. I'm here to make a living, and it's difficult enough without vultures bothering me. I give a lot of work away, but there's always a reason to it. With this guy it's just tossing money away. And I'm not anywhere close to being rich enough to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Alpha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7732443142338117362?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7732443142338117362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7732443142338117362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7732443142338117362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7732443142338117362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/annoy-me-week.html' title='Annoy Me Week'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-4798857502939655884</id><published>2007-07-23T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T08:55:08.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace the Babysitter?</title><content type='html'>Ok who here thinks I'd be good with kids? If anyone said yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GO AWAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Seriously out now, we don't want your kind around here. A while back I was minding my own business, pretending to work on computers when an old friend of the last owner came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone coming in = Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone coming in with a computer = Very Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone coming in with a computer and a kid = Ok, as long as it doesn't touch anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone coming in and putting a computer on the in-bench and walking out the door without the kid = Very Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say kid I mean around fourteen, in my book you're a kid until you prove you're not. Apparently grandmother of said kid(read mentally challenged one) had an errand and decided to go do it and leave the thing here with me to tell me what was going on with it. Now I know the truth, the twit had been bothering his grandmother for some days now and she would kill for just a few moments of peace away from said twit. But is that any justification for torturing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing maneged to put a few words together and got the point across that she would be back in about ten minutes... So can I last ten minutes without killing him? I didn't know, but if I could I deserve sainthood. So just wanting to get it over with I took the computer to the bench(I was still using the back bench when this happened), I was almost finished hooking it up when I noticed the thing had followed me to the back. Why couldn't it have just sat in the front like a good little thing and leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's supposed to tell me what's wrong with it right? So I boot the computer and it hits a blue screen. The thing eloquently says "that's what's happening". &lt;em&gt;I couldn't have figured that out for myself?&lt;/em&gt; Man am I glad Shurlock was there to help me, if he hadn't been there I would have been looking all day for the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start working on the the error, no big deal bad boot sector, easy fix. But the thing continues to speak... About what I don't really know, something about how great he is at shooters. This goes on for a few minutes while I entertain fantasies of punching his teeth in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he did it, he opened himself wide open,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twit: I can beat any shooter in like minutes, I haven't found any game that's hard for me to play.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;Twit: Yeah, I beat Halo and Half-Life.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah those are difficult games(not really but whatever), have you played Quake?&lt;br /&gt;Twit: Quake? Never heard of it. It would be easy for me to beat though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those who don't know, Quake 4 and Halo are the shooters of our generation. If you play shooters you will have played Quake 4. This kid has just shown that he knows nothing of shooters or anything, and that he's saying stuff just to say stuff. Which is good for me because I can now mess with him. I have both Halo and Quake 4 on my computer(I haven't got around to Half-Life yet because I get bored with shooters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sure you can, if you want to try it's on that computer there.&lt;br /&gt;Twit: Yeah, I'll have it done before my grandmother comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he goes over to my baby, my poor baby that hasn't done anything to anybody and has just been doing her job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twit: Uh, where is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (hehe, can't even open the menu and open a game, this is going to be good) It's right there.&lt;br /&gt;Twit: Oh, yeah, I didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Now I setup some custom controls so check them out before you get started.&lt;br /&gt;Twit: No need, I'm the best at these games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he had been telling me how great his machine was. According to him it could outperform any machine on the market and had the best graphics in the world. I loved it when he logged in saw what a real computer could do. He gasped the first time he saw the graphics my Ge Force 7950x2 can do. Hehe, I made a mental note to do some hard drive maintenance to reward her for the job well done after the twit left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Rambo skipped all the instructions and jumped right into the game, he's so good he doesn't even need to know how to shoot. All he has to do is think and everything dies. Only replace everything with him. I did my best to hold in my laughter when he was face down in thirty seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twit: Man, these controls are all messed up. I did everything perfect... Why are you rolling on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked myself off the floor and he tried again, this time he did check the control list. And that helped him wonderfully, he got off one shot before he was face down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Twit: THIS IS MESSED UP!! THIS COMPUTER IS *#&amp;@!^#&lt;br /&gt;Me: WOAH! Listen you can say anything you want about me or my family or anything else, but if you insult my computer again I'm going to be forced to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Twit: Sorry, but these controls are bad. I'm so good at these types of games, the controls just don't respond.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Right, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I'm starting to worry about my baby. She's been real good to me and I take care of her. She really doesn't need someone she doesn't know being mean to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He logs in again to try to survive and guess what? He actually lives for over a minute. One minute twelve seconds, to be exact. I think he even hit something that time. This time however he is not as patient as before. After all, he is the best player in the world and this computer has made him die three times. His reputation has been besmirched, he must have revenge. &lt;em&gt;HE HIT MY KEYBOARD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had warned him once, my computer has never been abused like that before and I wasn't about to let it slide. I had to defend her honer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twit: Augh guah, what are ghagael you heked doing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What does it look like, I'm defending my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard his grandmother come in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently people don't like it when you try to choke the life out of their grandchild with a keyboard cord. Weird, I'll have to remember that, use a mouse cord instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the kid lived, my computer was avenged and I think I lost a costumer. I had to spend all day consoling my computer though. She took it bad. In the end I bought her a new hard drive and she was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anyone out there who after reading this still thinks it's ok to leave their child with me... Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Deamer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-4798857502939655884?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4798857502939655884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=4798857502939655884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4798857502939655884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4798857502939655884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/ace-babysitter.html' title='Ace the Babysitter?'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-1870928391978158895</id><published>2007-07-21T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:19:36.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Review</title><content type='html'>Hello all, well I'm happy to report the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJWDw66mDI/AAAAAAAAADc/KBhmCyDHjLw/s1600-h/Can070711084752a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJWDw66mDI/AAAAAAAAADc/KBhmCyDHjLw/s400/Can070711084752a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089725151553689650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right ladies and gents, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M ALIVE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, alive and loving it, well no reason to beat around the bush. I jumped right in and started to level thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJWDw66mEI/AAAAAAAAADk/KaYGnoWCzfI/s1600-h/Can070712193518a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJWDw66mEI/AAAAAAAAADk/KaYGnoWCzfI/s400/Can070712193518a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089725151553689666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I leveled thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJWEA66mFI/AAAAAAAAADs/DuY1XjhKSMQ/s1600-h/Can070712201138a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJWEA66mFI/AAAAAAAAADs/DuY1XjhKSMQ/s400/Can070712201138a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089725155848656978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJWEA66mGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SkDwUkSU1uM/s1600-h/Can070712204814a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJWEA66mGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SkDwUkSU1uM/s400/Can070712204814a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089725155848656994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJWEQ66mHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sbDekv5ndBI/s1600-h/Can070712213635a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJWEQ66mHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sbDekv5ndBI/s400/Can070712213635a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089725160143624306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finally got to 15 it was time to put it to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJXGw66mII/AAAAAAAAAEE/qP4AQJApkcM/s1600-h/Can070710170206a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJXGw66mII/AAAAAAAAAEE/qP4AQJApkcM/s400/Can070710170206a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089726302604925058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's do some math. I got around seventy Yagodo Bead Necklaces from these birds. Their drop rate was one in three. How many birds did I kill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I'M SICK OF LOOKING AT BIRDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got it done and it was time to go on a journey. Time to go to Norg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJXHA66mKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WtAmP2GjNV4/s1600-h/Can070719175443a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJXHA66mKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WtAmP2GjNV4/s400/Can070719175443a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089726306899892386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long tripe that takes you through some creepy territory. But Norg itself is nice(I forgot to get pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJXHA66mLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RaXK_w3JqbI/s1600-h/Can070719185013a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJXHA66mLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RaXK_w3JqbI/s400/Can070719185013a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089726306899892402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did my Ninja and a few scroll quests and then it was back to Windurst for leveling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJXGw66mJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zUaaongATgo/s1600-h/Can070718080336a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJXGw66mJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zUaaongATgo/s400/Can070718080336a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089726302604925074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time I had something that made it a lot easier, Duel Wield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJXHA66mMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IfuxWKPSbBw/s1600-h/Can070720164611a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJXHA66mMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IfuxWKPSbBw/s400/Can070720164611a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089726306899892418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I took Ninja to 12 and then did some odd jobs. That's about it. It seams like I did more then that... Hmm, maybe I'm forgetting things... Well until next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJXbg66mOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i3PPb-EURVk/s1600-h/Can070721105057a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJXbg66mOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i3PPb-EURVk/s400/Can070721105057a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089726659087210722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-1870928391978158895?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1870928391978158895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=1870928391978158895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1870928391978158895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1870928391978158895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/week-in-review.html' title='Week in Review'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RqJWDw66mDI/AAAAAAAAADc/KBhmCyDHjLw/s72-c/Can070711084752a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-133101071318292980</id><published>2007-07-19T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:01:40.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night Log #10</title><content type='html'>10:28pm, Log number 10 huh, I've been doing this for ten weeks? I'm nuts... Seriously, why hasn't someone dragged me into a hospital yet? I give up my sleep and work on comps all night or most of it and for what? To make a bunch of... never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of subject, what's everyone up to? I say everyone but we all know no one reads this junk so I guess that leaves me. Hmm, what am I up to? I don't know, I'm trying to fix computers that don't want to be fixed is what I'm up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Hey, kidnik here. Long time no see folks, Texas is letting me pop in real quick for a few words(thanks), I'm not sure why though. Or what I'm supposed to say for that matter. In a few of the posts that I made there was one thing I was trying to get across. I didn't get it done, or at lest to my satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt at it was my forth post(I don't like you), I got close on that one. But I decided to censor it a little so I wasn't happy with it. Also I got Texas to help my write a reply to it that messed it up further, so I'm wrote it down as as a flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incident in early May got me to working on it again, interestingly enough it happened at a Christan group. Some things where said, stupidity reared it's ugly head and the result was "Secret Plot". Now what I had planed and what I ended up with were so different that I almost didn't post it. However, even though it wasn't even close to what I was trying to say, or talking about what we are currently discussing, it is still in my estimations a good post so I decided to keep it. I'm still very happy with that one, but it also failed to say what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the center of the month I learned about Mezothain, Zaix, and Eifraim. They in a lot of ways are what I was heading for but I didn't do a post on them because... Well I'm not sure why now... I didn't, I guess that's all that matters now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June I tried again, with "Pig". It like all the previous posts was a failure. I've rewritten that thing so many times that I've gotten sick of it. I couldn't get it right. I've done so many things to it and each one just messes it up more. I know what the problem is though, it's the end. For the story to work Asran has to be right and Pig must be wrong. In order for my point to get across it needs to be the other way around. And the characters wouldn't let me do it that way, so it was another failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my last full out attempt that made it online. I tried again several times and none of them worked so they didn't get posted, the last one was the one Canatu called me on. So that's that, I've asked Texas to let me try again and the answer is no. I don't blame him, it's probably a good idea. But I'd like to get it done right one time, actually I'd be happy if I could figure out why I'm trying to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug* No use thinking to much. If I've gotten your curiosity up, look up the posts I've mentioned. Then look up the lyrics to "Daddy" and "Thoughtless", both are songs by KoRn. Mix them all up and you should get close... Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Kidnik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:22am, I think I hate computers, or they hate me, one of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:18am, Yeah, they hate me. There's one that's getting close to being scrap metal if it doesn't straighten out(yes emachine, I'm looking at you). I was going to have two rounds of computers tonight, it doesn't look like I'll be able to finish with the first round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't noticed, I'm on a long bad run right now. The last 4 or so weeks have been for the birds... Maybe I need to stop the late night or something, it did a lot of good at first. Now it's just causing me to lose a nights sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:52am, There's a little bit of a time gap isn't there. You don't want to hear about what happened in those hours. Let me rephrase that, I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one thing you should know about, one of these demons set a new record here. The longest I've seen a computer to take to finish Scandisk is now... Care to take a guess? 10 hours? Common, your not even trying... 15? What are you just going up in fives, try again but add a few fives. 25? Haha, nope. Ladies and gentlemen I had a 98 machine running scandisk for 41 hours and some odd minutes. That's right I started a computer back on Wednesday and it just finished... For some reason I don't like that computer.... Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good night folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-133101071318292980?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/133101071318292980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=133101071318292980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/133101071318292980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/133101071318292980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/thursday-night-log-10.html' title='Thursday Night Log #10'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7370057468092152007</id><published>2007-07-18T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:17:37.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependent</title><content type='html'>I'm dealing with a lady that is completely dependent on her husband for everything. She's not disabled or anything like that(although I've been told she does have some back problems, nothing major), she just let him do everything. From earning their living to plugging in her computer. For the most part he was her only friend. She does have family that's close but they're more of a pain then anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone can see where this is heading. He died some months back. Which leaves her where? I can understand not being able to handle things after a spouses death, that hast to be hard. But it has been several months and she is completely unable to function. And I don't mean she's not able to write books or solve the worlds problems; she can't fix herself a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this happen? Now if it was a christian household I would be even more mystified, as a christian our source is(should be) God. But even in a non-Christian house how does it happen? How can you let a person do so much in your life that you cant handle anything without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I get it from his standpoint. He loved her so he wanted to help her, so he did things for her until he was doing almost everything. But this is the result? He would have been better off making her do more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe I just don't get it. Let's face it, I've never been in a husband/wife relationship with someone. I haven't even had a girlfriend(that's ok with me), nor can I remember anyone that I would/could think of in that manner. I know this is an extreme case, but still man, things get messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7370057468092152007?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7370057468092152007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7370057468092152007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7370057468092152007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7370057468092152007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/dependent.html' title='Dependent'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2540967811485091583</id><published>2007-07-17T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:42:37.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Ok so this week is going to be fun... In case you where wondering that was sarcastic. Anyway I don't have time to say much today. I'll fill you in on a few things and that will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I've approved Kidnck's project. I'm going to let Deamer, Kidnick and Alpha run with it and hope that they don't destroy something. It will take some time away from things so I will have to cut back on posting a little(I'll probably cut one or two a week to let them have the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, a few weeks ago I posted that something very good had happened. Well I still wont say what it is, but you will know soon. In concordance with that I will be allowing posts about it, probably at the rate of one a week. But that number can be changed at will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I don't know what I'm doing. Kidnick is better at this stuff, so I will be cutting back on posts and letting others post as necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you don't mind I have to go fix a computer that isn't broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2540967811485091583?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2540967811485091583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2540967811485091583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2540967811485091583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2540967811485091583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2830471224888472262</id><published>2007-07-14T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:26:49.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note</title><content type='html'>Hey well just to let you know I was working on a post on Thursday night. But Thursday  turned into a nightmare. Around 4:30 I gave up on things and quite so the log is somewhere in with the drafts. I'll see if I can get it together and post it later. Thant's all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2830471224888472262?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2830471224888472262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2830471224888472262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2830471224888472262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2830471224888472262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/quick-note.html' title='Quick Note'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-8464273636697950268</id><published>2007-07-12T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:24:43.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night Log #9</title><content type='html'>This was written last week and has not been altered, except for this part and the part at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:51pm, Well I'm getting a little lat of a start tonight. There is a good reason, that I'm not going to tell you. I have a five or six comps to fix tonight but each one is an easy fix so everything should go smoothly. The three I have on the bench right now is two system reloads and one boot problem. The one with the bad boot is already fixed, but since I have it already I'm doing a little tweaking on the OS. Nothing much to say about these right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think someone is avoiding me. That's not really new, most people try to stay away from me. The part I'm having problems with is I don't know what I did. With all the stunts I've already pulled if he was going to avoid me I'd think he would have started a long time ago. Normally if I think someones avoiding me I'd start to bug them, no reason not to at that point. But I think I'll handle this one differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:58am, Everything is going fine, two are just about done and the third is giving me problems but nothing major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:53am, So I lied. Two are still close to being finished and the third is giving me problems but nothing major. Didn't we already do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:15am, ......You have got to be kidding.... That can't happen.... Folks, things just got bad, very bad. This is not good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Well after that things went completely out of control and things got worse. The end of it was that I pulled the power cords out of the wall and went to the back. I didn't work on any of them Friday either. The bad part to that is that I am now working on them... and it's still a mess of massive proportions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-8464273636697950268?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8464273636697950268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=8464273636697950268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8464273636697950268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8464273636697950268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/thursday-night-log-9.html' title='Thursday Night Log #9'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7182772108457577572</id><published>2007-07-12T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:47:12.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stylesheet Fun</title><content type='html'>As some of you know a while back I started to mess around with HTML and Stylesheets again. I've been slowly changing up a few web pages and rewriting them to something I like. I was working on them last night before I closed the shop and when I had to quite there where two problems that I hadn't finish yet so this morning I jumped into them and got them figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get into what I've done please remember that a pro or someone who has been trained would not do things this way. I unlike a pro do not know this stuff and just make it up as I go along. It works fine for me because I don't write pages for anyone but myself. I've written twenty some pages so far. Less then half of them have actually made it on the web and I'm guessing no one has ever seen those. So if I do things in a round about way or if I make stupid mistakes it doesn't matter because no one but me has to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was a compatibility issue with IE versus Firefox and Opera. If you set all your text to be within one container that covers 75% of the screen and it is the only container then Opera automatically sets it to center, IE does not. So if you put in the command to center the whole thing Opera tries to center something that's already centered and messes it up, but IE works fine. So what do we do? I have no idea how your supposed to fix it but if you make a second container that has the text-align: center tag and then set the first container to text-align: left it works fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second problem wasn't as easy. Here's the problem. I want a header that looks something like this,&lt;br /&gt;\~~ ~~~ ~~/&lt;br /&gt;I want the first part to be on the left, the second to be in the center and the last on the right. Also I need to be able to change the center part at will. Sounds easy right? Well on this web page I have three different text block sizes and I want to use the same header on each one. So I write out three var's, one for each side so that I can just paste in the code wherever I need it. One float left, One float right, and the last one just to have text center. The code looks something like this(I had to change a few things so blogger wouldn't think it was code and hide it),&lt;br /&gt;.lefthead (&lt;br /&gt;color: #ccc;&lt;br /&gt;padding: 8px 0 2px;&lt;br /&gt;font: normal 1.6em Georgia,"Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;&lt;br /&gt;float: left;&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;.centerhead (&lt;br /&gt;color: #ccc;&lt;br /&gt;padding: 8px 0 2px;&lt;br /&gt;font: normal 1.6em Georgia,"Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;&lt;br /&gt;text-align: center;&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;.righthead (&lt;br /&gt;color: #ccc;&lt;br /&gt;padding: 8px 0 2px;&lt;br /&gt;font: normal 1.6em Georgia,"Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;&lt;br /&gt;float: right;&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the HTML side,&lt;br /&gt;div class="lefthead" \~~ /div&lt;br /&gt;div class="centerhead" ~~~ /div&lt;br /&gt;div class="righthead" ~~/ /div&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the mistake? Yeah, I know that was stupid. If you do it like that it will end looking like this,&lt;br /&gt;\~~       ~~~&lt;br /&gt;                   ~~/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I had to go back to the Internet and do some looking. It took me close to two hours to figure it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;div class="lefthead" \~~ /div&lt;br /&gt;div class="righthead" ~~/ /div&lt;br /&gt;div class="centerhead" ~~~ /div&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it stinks to be self taught. If I had gone to school I'd never have made the mistake of thinking in terms of writing instead of in terms of how code is read. Well one more thing to remember, and the code works nice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7182772108457577572?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7182772108457577572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7182772108457577572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7182772108457577572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7182772108457577572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/stylesheet-fun.html' title='Stylesheet Fun'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-4831476970973515589</id><published>2007-07-11T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T08:48:20.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I have a couple of friends that have problems with the kind of music I listen to. I know most of them just want the best for me and believe I'm somehow hurting myself by my choice in music. Now there are a couple people that just use it as an excuse to show me how much more spiritual they are then me but I can't say I really care what they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I listen to the stuff I do? I'm not entirely sure. First off, I like instrumental music, I like christian music. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I listen to praise music as much as anything else. I don't talk about it as much, but I do. But at times I want something that is a little faster then the normal christian music. A lot of times I just want a faster beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I get lonely. As far back as I can remember I have, it doesn't seem to matter how many people are around me or anything like that, I just do. Some time ago I tried to make that go away by spending more time with people I like. That didn't work. To be perfectly honest the only thing I have found that works is music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the only source for anything in this life has to be God. If you use anything else it doesn't do the job right or is a temporary solution. Obviously KoRn isn't the solution God had in mind, but he hasn't let me know what the answer is yet. So until he does or I find a better way whenever I start to feel a little lonely I'll find a copy of "Coming Undone" or some other song and every things great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS. Lock down will end on Friday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-4831476970973515589?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4831476970973515589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=4831476970973515589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4831476970973515589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4831476970973515589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5979165502287762615</id><published>2007-07-10T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:05:35.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day</title><content type='html'>I think this is probably the greatest day of my life... Yup, it is. How could this day get any better? I don't know. But that leaves us with one problem, I can't tell you why it's such a great day(someone involved would be very upset if I did). So what are we going to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I don't know. Oh I'll do what Kidnick did when he couldn't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsboys/Adoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here with the others&lt;br /&gt;Who saw the heavens testify&lt;br /&gt;Now I hang back in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;I want to come close&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;She sees me shivering here&lt;br /&gt;She smiles and with a nod&lt;br /&gt;I walk through the mud and straw&lt;br /&gt;To the newborn Son of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, let us adore Him&lt;br /&gt;He has come down to this barren land&lt;br /&gt;Where we live&lt;br /&gt;And all I have to give Him&lt;br /&gt;Is adoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raises a wrinkled hand&lt;br /&gt;Through the dust and the flies&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in rags like we are&lt;br /&gt;And with barely open eyes&lt;br /&gt;He takes my finger&lt;br /&gt;And He won’t let go&lt;br /&gt;And He won’t let go&lt;br /&gt;It’s nothing like I knew before&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all I need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, let us adore Him&lt;br /&gt;He has come down to the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And all I have to give Him&lt;br /&gt;Is adoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is with us here&lt;br /&gt;Our Immanuel&lt;br /&gt;God is with us here&lt;br /&gt;Our Immanuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O come let us adore Him&lt;br /&gt;O come let us adore Him&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, our Immanuel&lt;br /&gt;Is with us here and He won’t let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5979165502287762615?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5979165502287762615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5979165502287762615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5979165502287762615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5979165502287762615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/great-day.html' title='Great Day'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5482927916184718398</id><published>2007-07-09T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T08:07:46.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack or Help?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Galatians 6:1&lt;br /&gt;"Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which are spiritual, restore such a one in the spirit of meekness; considering thyself, lest thou also be tempted."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now first off Paul, nice work. That has to be the record for most comas in one sentence, congrats dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this scripture used to say that it is our job to go around and tell everyone everything they're doing wrong. (begin sarcasm)It is plain in that regard right? It does say the spiritual ones need to keep everyone else in line. And because they are so spiritual and have no faults they need to "help" everyone else out by pointing out their mistakes (end sarcasm). Needless to say I do not buy into that, it is not my job to "fix" anyone else. I'm having a hard enough time getting myself ironed out without having to take care of everyone else as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there has to be a balance in there somewhere. There are some people that you want to help. Everyone has blind spots; I know I do, but unfortunately I don't know what's behind them. So who do you help? Whenever there's someone that I'd like to help out I pull out my handy list of people that I have authority over, look over it real quick, and will you look at that, it's empty. Sorry folks not my job, you figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that still ignores the fact that there are people in my life that I would like to help out(by my count six, the rest of you can go jump off a bridge). Every now and then something happens that makes me want to say something or do something that would help them out spiritually. But I have no authority over any of them, what right do I have to say anything? Zip, zilch, nada... get it? I don't have the right to tell anyone anything. Now nowhere in that scripture does it say anything about "restoring" anyone with words. Does it? There are other ways of doing it, the main one that comes to mind is prayer. But do I have that right? Other then prayer I don't think I'm allowed to do anything. If they or anyone else asks me my opinion then ok I can give it, but that ain't going to happen(seriously, how bad off would you have to be to ask me for help?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe we're supposed to go around telling everyone how to live their lives(come to think of it that's what Jesus did, WWJD all the way man). But what would be the result of that? What would be your reaction if some bozo came up to you and started to list off the things you where doing wrong? I'd laugh at him, he's not an authority of me so he better provide some good entertainment. Think about it for a minute though, how would people react to you? If you know someone well enough to be in a position to see something then you have a fairly good idea how they respond to things. So just run a few conversations in your head. All the ones that I can come up with end nasty. It always seems to end up with me attacking them instead of helping them. So bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe the reason I cant do anything to help is that I'm not spiritual. Maybe if I was it would all make sense and it would be easy. Maybe the problem is me... That would be normal... So maybe some day I'll become spiritual and everything will work out beautifully, or maybe I already am(somewhat) and I know the only thing I can do is pray. I don't know, if anyone else has a better idea feel free to say so, I could use one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS. According to the site meter my standered visitor lasts for -03 seconds(someone explain that to me) but if there is some nut out there that has read a post or two(yeah I know, not going to happen) feel free to leave a comment telling me how stupid I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5482927916184718398?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5482927916184718398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5482927916184718398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5482927916184718398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5482927916184718398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/attack-or-help.html' title='Attack or Help?'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-4612516237337698336</id><published>2007-07-08T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:54:18.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heartstrings Come Undone</title><content type='html'>It's buried deep with in the past, I hope it doesn't last&lt;br /&gt;It's something I already chase, I already chase&lt;br /&gt;I try to give it all away, but it's never gonna fade&lt;br /&gt;It's something I don't wanna face, I don't wanna face&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel it's all the same, But I promise that'll change&lt;br /&gt;It's something I already chase, I already chase&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm trying to believe that you're never gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;It's something I don't wanna face, I don't wanna face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left! The fear is gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my heartstrings come undone&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you, pray for you&lt;br /&gt;Before I make my final run&lt;br /&gt;I will stay with you, decay with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the perfect one, This pain has just begun&lt;br /&gt;It's something I already chase, I already chase&lt;br /&gt;You bring me to a better path, It's everything I asked&lt;br /&gt;It's something I don't wanna face, I don't wanna face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left! The fear is gone!&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left! The fear is gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my heartstrings come undone&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you, pray for you&lt;br /&gt;Before I make my final run&lt;br /&gt;I will stay with you, decay with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fade out without me, you'll know all about me&lt;br /&gt;If you fade out without me, you'll know all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my heartstrings come undone&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you, pray for you&lt;br /&gt;Before I make my final run&lt;br /&gt;I will stay with you, decay with you&lt;br /&gt;And when my heartstrings come undone&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you, pray for you&lt;br /&gt;Before I make my final run&lt;br /&gt;I will stay with you, decay with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted part of this song before. It's a good song from the soundtrack of "Resident Evil". Here's the interesting part, it's a christian band. The group is Demon Hunter. Just in case you don't know them they are a heavy metal group that doesn't pull punches when it comes to their Christianity. It's interesting to me how they are able to be a witness to the world more then some of the pasters that attack them and their type of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-4612516237337698336?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/4612516237337698336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=4612516237337698336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4612516237337698336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/4612516237337698336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-heartstrings-come-undone.html' title='My Heartstrings Come Undone'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5582860681864293161</id><published>2007-07-06T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:04:09.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations</title><content type='html'>This morning I was goofing around and I ran into two songs that have very similar names. I was planing to post the lyrics to both of them and then compare them but I decided that I didn't want the second one to be on my blog. So I'll cut it short and just say a few words about them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is called "There is a God". It's not really a song I guess, most of the lyrics are spoken not sang. The guy who sings it has a very wide range of music but all of it is centered upon God and his glorification. Most of his music has a lot of energy and while he does have some quieter music the majority is made to "lift the spirits". The titles of some of his other songs are "Celebrating Jesus", "I got the Joy" and "Do I Do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second song is "There is No God". Now I've never heard the song and as far as I know I've never heard any of the other songs from this band so I don't know if my information on these guys is correct or not. Everything I'll post is just stuff I've been able to find out about them in the last couple of hours from the web. These guys got started in the 80's and released four albums and a couple of "best of" CD's. They played normal 80-90's rock(Grunge  or Funk Metal whatever you want to call it) but didn't have great success in the US, they did do fairly good overseas though. The names of a couple of other songs that they did are "Better Off Dead", "Rest in Peace" and interestingly enough "God Isn't Dead".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not trying to prove a point or say that those guys where evil or something like that. Although I'm a little concerned for their sanity, they can't seem to make up their minds if they believe in God or not(That was a joke). What comes to my mind when I see two things that are so different from each other is which one is enjoying his/their life more? At the end of their lives right before they die which will be more content with their life? Which will have more regrets? Which will be morned most by the people left behind(or celebrated that they're finally gone)? I think I know the answer to that question... I'm sure I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5582860681864293161?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5582860681864293161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5582860681864293161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5582860681864293161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5582860681864293161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/observations.html' title='Observations'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7746106231340630413</id><published>2007-07-05T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:55:51.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night Log #8</title><content type='html'>5:47pm, I'm getting started very early tonight for one reason, I won't be able to relax until I get this done. Basically I've got a mess on my hands that is a little out of my league. At the moment I'm not sure if I want to work on it or crawl underneath a bed and hide... That's not a bad idea actually. Well unfortunately that wont get anything done... But it still sounds better then working on this. Any prayers would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45pm, well I think I have it figured out... Now to get it done. The hard part is over with, the rest should be simple work it will just take some time. This last Monday I had to stay up with a couple of machines so staying up is getting a little old this week. I also have a suspicion that the kid will be stopping by tomorrow... I still have a lot to learn don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to be up but I don't feel like writing at the moment so I'm going to end tonight's log now. Sorry for the short post(Not that it matters I guess:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7746106231340630413?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7746106231340630413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7746106231340630413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7746106231340630413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7746106231340630413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/thursday-night-log-8.html' title='Thursday Night Log #8'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7134750827483621855</id><published>2007-07-05T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T10:49:29.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Will Regret This</title><content type='html'>So by now you know the news, I've been replaced. See I told you this would happen, you slack off a little bit and *bang* they attack. Anyway, I asked Texas to let me make a final post and he was nice enough to let me. I wanted to make a final post that everyone would remember and would make everyone avoid me for the rest of my life. And I did just that, I wrote probably the best post I've ever done, it was a thing of beauty... There was just one problem, Texas had to ok it before it was published... apparently I went overboard so I have to write a new one now. Man that was a good post... Hmm, now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I guess I need to clear the air. First Canatu has gone up in my estimations. I used to think that the little guy didn't have any guts, apparently he does. Hang on, lunch time, I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm back, lunch wasn't real good but better then nothing. Where was I? Oh yeah, Third, the only reason I agreed to be a primary was because there was two other ones at the time; then I somehow found myself as the only one. Since then I've asked for someone else to be appointed as primary several times. The normal response given was that I was doing a good job and to keep at it. Forth, I'm aware that I'm an extreme, I'm not balanced. I don't think a single primary should be an extreme of any sort so I've been trying to become more balanced and in my opinion I've failed doing so. That is not to say I think my extreme view is wrong, I just don't think it makes for a good leader. You end up following one thing and everything else hurts because of it. Canatu felt that I had done just that and was damaging our future. If he was right or not is something someone smarter then either of us needs to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the counsel would probably take my recommendation on who to replace me so I had to sacrifice someone to the job. Out of everyone here the only two people I'd feel comfortable giving my job to would be Alpha or Texas. Texas is probably the most balanced person I know so he got my recommendation. Texas and some of the other guys wanted Corwin to have it. I don't like that idea, like myself Corwin is an extreme. He's extreme in the other direction from me but as I said I don't think extremes are good leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, I'm done. I have more respect for Canatu then I did before but I don't know if we will get along any easier. I won't be doing much around here for a while, Texas has started a lock down. When that's over I'll see if he'll let me start another project. Deam, Alpha and myself have been talking about another project and I think it will be good thing so everyone please tell Texas to let us do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't end it like this, this whole post isn't like me, it's way to nice... Do you think I can get away with being myself for a little bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;What are you? Who are you? When you strip everything away from yourself who are you? Stop the games, forget other people, don't let TV or Music or the Bible or anything tell you who you are for just a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare, look at it, it's there. When you bring it down to the basic core of yourself what's left? It's one of two things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One isn't very nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen the other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My core, my gut yells one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told others hear another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks back at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he'd leave me alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear the other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wont he leave?&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the best I can come up with at the moment. I wish Texas hadn't deleted my other post but oh well. Always remember, never look at the subject, look at the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;---Kidnik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7134750827483621855?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7134750827483621855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7134750827483621855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7134750827483621855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7134750827483621855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/he-will-regret-this.html' title='He Will Regret This'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5086731645575170540</id><published>2007-07-04T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:16:19.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Business</title><content type='html'>Howdy all, well we're back. First things first, nice to meet you all. I've helped with a few posts(I had a part with "I don't like You" and I wrote most of the reply "Shut Up" feel free to read either of them for reference) but I've never written one by myself. I guess that will change in a big way now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short Kidnick has been removed from primary. Well actually he wasn't removed, shortly after the review started he resigned. Personally I didn't want him to but if he hadn't we probably would have appointed a second primary and given that one main rule. He has been the only primary for a while now and he didn't want the position in the first place so I guess it was for the best. The bad news is that I was nominated by Kidnick to be his replacement and everyone else agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right ladies and gentlemen, I have been forcibly pulled out of retirement and am now back to being a primary. Unlike six years ago when I was one before I will be the only one. Honestly I don't know if I can fill in the position. When there are a couple of guys doing it it's simple; if you think of something talk to the others and see if they like it and possible do it. When you're a single primary you have to make the decision, there's no one to talk things over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years there hasn't been very many single primaries. Most of them where just transition times. Kidnick had the longest rule as a single primary and in my opinion he did the best job of them all. I think that says a lot for him. I've made no secret of the fact that I like the way Kidnick does things. A lot of times it's weird but he does it all to make things better. He has a lot of good points that he doesn't like people to know about. My favorite thing about how he does things is how he discuses something by talking about something not related in any shape or form. Unless you know him it's hard to follow him but if you can follow his leaps he always has a good point at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should say a little bit about his replacement. First most know Can and him normally don't get along. Since he retired Can has been concerned with the direction Kidnick has taken things. Multiple times he has expressed his view that Kidnick uses dark parts of himself to prove points and that doing so does nothing to fix the problem but just brings it out and therefor makes it worse. The problem came to a head when Kidnick was going to post something(If you go back a couple of weeks Kidnick posted that he was having doubts about making that post as well) that Can believed crossed the line on what is acceptable and Kidnick refused to listen to Can on the subject. Can did what he thought was right for our future and asked for a review. At first the counsel(I am not a member of the counsel) just asked Kidnick to not post it until they had time to look at it, Kidnick refused and demanded a complete review. I thought that Kidnick was going to fight it and try to prove himself correct but something must have changed his mind because in the very early stages he stated that he would resign regardless of that outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me thinks that he came to the conclusion that there needed to be someone else as primary and used this to get someone(myself) to replace him. I really don't know if that's the case or not but I doubt I'll be able to get him to say either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now will I change the way things are? Yes, there are going to be some major changes. I'm not like Kidnick, I can't think like him. And I do agree with Can, somewhat. Basically I'm going to spend some time with everything on lock down then we'll slowly rebuild from scratch. Kidnick was very much interested in doing face work, that's why he made the blog and stuff like that. Face work has never been important to me. I've been asked by the counsel to keep the face work running so I will be asking a couple of the guys to run it when I cant or don't want to but I'll try to get myself to do it. I plan to bring back the games, Kidnick never did much of that. Also I'm going to stop watching Anime and reading Manga so much. I don't have anything against them, their just not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a lot more talking then I prefer to do so I'm going to call it quits. Kidnick asked me to let him make a final post so I'll let him do that tomorrow. After that it will be all me for a while then after the lock down is over I'll start letting the others make posts. Well thanks all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;---Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5086731645575170540?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5086731645575170540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5086731645575170540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5086731645575170540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5086731645575170540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-in-business.html' title='Back In Business'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-8983282911442922572</id><published>2007-06-29T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:07:10.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Statement</title><content type='html'>As of 8:47 AM on Friday the 29th of June in the year 2007 a vote of no confidence was given to the counsel. The statement entered along with the vote asked for the review and possible removal of the current controller. Effective immediately we are closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;As leader of the counsel I was asked to make a short statement. Canatu has officially requested a review of Kidnik. This has been building for some time but we had hoped to avoid any type of review. Actions taken by both parties has made that impossible at the current time. Therefore we will be shutting down and conducting a full review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our highest priority to resolve this issue. We hope to resolve it quickly and to be back without delay. This review covers not just Kidnik's control but is a total review. Therefor at this time we cannot say how and/or what matters will return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope to have a decision by Tuesday of next week. That however is a best case scenario and should not be considered a set date or to say that we will return at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-8983282911442922572?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8983282911442922572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=8983282911442922572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8983282911442922572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8983282911442922572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/official-statement.html' title='Official Statement'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-591943977974737908</id><published>2007-06-28T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T02:05:22.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night Log #7</title><content type='html'>11:40pm, Ok so I'm getting started a little late, sue me. Actually I don't have much to do, just two computers so this will probably be very short. Basically I have a Vista comp and a standard virus problem. Nothing big, there's nothing I can do for the vista guy, you buy junk you get junk. The vir problem is working itself out as I write so it will probably be short tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:53am, Maybe I was wrong. Apparently the virus comp is going to be a pain. It's in worse shape now then when it came in. I'm currently checking it for a rootkit. Last week at this time I was doing very good, this week is for the birds. Maybe I need to play some Logan Whitehurst... Or maybe I'm still messed up from earlier today and it doesn't matter what I do, whatever it is it will stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:02am, ok I'm making it official. This night has been a complete waste of time. As far as I'm concerned it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Nothing at the moment&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: LWaK and Lament of the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: Anoyed&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-591943977974737908?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/591943977974737908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=591943977974737908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/591943977974737908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/591943977974737908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/thursday-night-log-7.html' title='Thursday Night Log #7'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2355383025695434162</id><published>2007-06-28T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:08:04.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Week</title><content type='html'>Man this week has been boring. I've worked on less then five computers so far. That's several short of what's need to keep my attention. I have one waiting to go one my bench and supposedly there are two coming in(I don't expect much). I'd like a few more just to make tonight interesting. Well I have a service call, be back in a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while my foot, I just got back. Five hours and I didn't get the job done. Or closer to the truth, I wasn't allowed to fix it. Not my problem but they're getting a bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH! Why do people have to be so stupid? Sorry, a half hour has passed since I wrote the last paragraph. A very annoying half hour. First off the Fritch C's have joined forces and have become ten times harder to deal with now that they're always together. They come banging on the back door(why can't they just walk through the front door like everyone else?) and they want me to close shop and go setup a comp for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they need me to setup a comp for them? They both have been around computers a lot, well they don't have all the cords. So I ask them what cables are missing, no clue, just some of them.... Last week they had a LCD that didn't have a power cable, actually it was worse then that, it needed a power adapter. Where am I supposed to get one of those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok yes I know exactly where to get the cables. It wouldn't take half an hour out of my day to get one. But I'm not going to. Why? I'm assuming that you don't know who the C's are so let's leave it at C1 has history with the shop so anything I do for her is? Any ideas? Yup, anything I do for her is free, regardless of what it cost or how much time I spend on it. I'm not about to go buy a thirty dollar cable just to give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no power cable, what other cables could you lose? Unless you take a par of pliers and start cutting them off(the C's would do that) my count is a grand total of three possible cables. So do I take one of each or do I just drive over there and hope for the best? In any event I'm not doing anything today, WesTex is taking my time today and if they need me tomorrow(and they probably will) they'll have me then. Other people have spoken for my weekend so it's out leaving Monday as being the closest I can get to it. This does not go over very well but not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C2 left her comp with a "friend"(Why do they lie? I know she was the one who did it, but no it was a "friend") that didn't know anything about computers and forced the PS/2 connections. I've been going in circles with her ever since. I bend the connection on the keyboard/mouse back in place then she rebends them. How many times do I have to tell her to get a USB K&amp;M? Today she wanted me to change the PS/2 connection inside the machine... ROTFLOL, yeah right. I'll get right on it after I get back from my trip to watch ice skating. After I told her it would be $325 she decided to do what I've been telling her to do for a month now and go and buy a USB K&amp;M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that relaxing and joyful conversation another pain came in(this one used the front door). This lady has a huge impulse problem, as soon as she comes in she starts asking if this or that is for sell(you don't have to ask me more then once, I'll always tell you the same thing). All she wanted was for me to install XP on her system, it has 98. However she didn't bother to bring her XP disk... right this is going to be legal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it dawns on her, she has an empty slot on her computer front, what's that for? So I tell her. This is how I know she has an impulse problem, she has never burned a CD, she doesn't even know the difference between a CD and a DVD and just because I tell her that those slots are used for DVD or CD burners or ROMS she needs one. Then she remembers that her friend has a case that has a glass window(it's not glass but I don't want to explain that to her) and lights in it, can I do that with hers? Sure, what kind of case, what look do you want it to have? What colors, just on the fans or do you want some cold cathodes? She has no idea, she just wants it to look nice. Then she remembers, not only does it have slots in the front that aren't used she has them in the back also, what goes in them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the space of five minutes she went from reloading the OS to a new case, lights, ethernet, wireless, video card, DVD-RW, RAM, floppy and I'm not sure how much other stuff. The nice thing about it is I don't have to be in a rush, I don't have to order in any parts, why? Simple, she's not going to buy any of those things. She may not even get her system reloaded. I told her I need the OS disk or at lest the product key(that way when Bill Gates starts yelling about the OS it won't be my fault). She'll head to her home and try to find it, I'm guessing at some point before she sees me she will see her handler(don't you feel sorry for that guy). He will tell her that she isn't getting any of the things I listed above. If I did do something stupid like order the parts I would end up with custom parts with no'one interested in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know if this had(and it did) happened a couple of months back I would have known how to deal with it. Just log into FFXI and say hi to the guys and forget everything as I get something important accomplished. Now I don't know how to handle it. The best thing I can come up with is to find my earphones and start trying to blow my eardrums out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm stupid, but that's the only way I know how to deal with it. Back to the earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break you down&lt;br /&gt;Mercy, I cannot allow&lt;br /&gt;Through your face, My fist will plow&lt;br /&gt;Watching as your blood pours down&lt;br /&gt;Lets do this now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks again to KoRn)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Let's Do This Now(KoRn)&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: LWaK and Hajime no Ippo&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: Anoyed&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2355383025695434162?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2355383025695434162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2355383025695434162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2355383025695434162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2355383025695434162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/slow-week.html' title='Slow Week'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-2395045403229289736</id><published>2007-06-27T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:46:14.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switchblade, Final Part Of The Prequel</title><content type='html'>"Hey Stupid, what are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just doing what I do. I'm just about done here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anything interesting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, take a look at these two guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Two morons killed themselves, happens all that time. So what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Normally I'd agree with you, but these two killed themselves at the the same exact hour and minute. Their last breath was taken together, both shot themselves with their left hand even though they are both right handed and they used the same type of gun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the connection?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None that I can find, they live in the same city but other then that they have nothing in common."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did they ever met?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not that I can tell, I've reviewed both of their lives and I can see no reason for them to do anything similar much less kill themselves at the same time. More then that, the reasons they had for killing themselves are stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well they killed themselves of course their stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't mean that, it's more like they did it because they where supposed to. I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well what are you going to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing, the brothers stopped by a while ago and said they found something that I should see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The brothers? It's probably just a big rat. Your just going to leave these guys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, unless you have a better idea? I've studied these guys as much as I care to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Sweet, before you leave do you know where the little guy is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cana? Yeah he was in the reborn system. What do you need him for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These guys killed themselves because they didn't like their life, right? I want to know how they like the other guys life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha, sounds good to me, let me know how it turns out. I'm going to go see the big rat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good luck."&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: No Place To Hide(KoRn)&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: LWaK and Hajime no Ippo&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: ...&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-2395045403229289736?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/2395045403229289736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=2395045403229289736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2395045403229289736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/2395045403229289736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/switchblade-final-part-of-prequel.html' title='Switchblade, Final Part Of The Prequel'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5130890851039626025</id><published>2007-06-26T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T11:36:08.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get the feeling that you shouldn't do something but you do it anyway? Yeah, I know I'm a moron, I know better but I still go ahead and do it. I made a general life rule for myself a few years back, unfortunately every couple of months I break the rule and every time I do it makes such a mess that I remember why I made the rule in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to guess what the rule is? Those who know me should already have an idea. &lt;em&gt;NEVER, EVER,&lt;/em&gt; help someone or in anyway be nice to people. There's no point in it, whenever you take time out of your day to help someone else you end up doing just that. Taking valuable time away from yourself and giving it to someone else. Ugh, it's even disgusting to thing about. Then someone gets the wrong idea and thinks your a good person so later on when they have a problem who do they turn to? Yup that's right, because you wanted to be nice and help somebody in trouble somehow you've become their doormat and you somehow owe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like that movie, some dude saves his shipmate from drowning; that starts off a chain of events that ends up with him married and helping out not just the one guy but five or six different people(A cookie to anyone who knows what movie I'm talking about; here's a hint, Frank Sinatra). What's the point? Be nice to people and you'll always end up being nice to other people as well, it's not good policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, change of subject, as you may have noticed from my last post I'm reading Hajime no Ippo again. Yes dear reader I have no idea why or how I ended up reading HnI again but here I am. Every page I turn some part of my brain yells at me to stop but I don't listen. I'm on the fourth of fifth volume just after his debut and it's not looking very good. *Sigh* How did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what it is, I'm running out of good stuff to read. Currently I have one volume of Snow Drop left but it's so boring that I'm not sure when I'll be able to finish it. I'm also reading LWaC, it's better then I thought it would be but I guess I just got tired of the episode type writing. We need more Gantz or turn Berserk back to what it used to be instead of the christian hating, peace pushing, self control centered junk it is now. Hmmm, that would be nice, Gutz rampaging across the world looking for Griffith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentarou Miura, I ask you, why are you set on turning Guts into a pansy? Do you remember the Guts of old? Do you remember the guy who chewed off his own arm? The guy who fought a hundred men just because he didn't think to run away. The guy who's armor cuts through his skin so it can hold his bones together when they break. Do you remember that guy? We haven't seen him in a while, he's been replace by some guy that asks the Skull Warrior for help, protects the weak and doesn't have the guts to get mad or kill that kid(quit wasting time, it's sad but just do it). And Casca, what are you doing to her? I get the fact that she was part of the prequel and isn't really needed for the rest but enough time has passed, let's see something of the old Casca again. &lt;em&gt;Drop that sadistic twit you replaced her with and bring Casca back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Sorry, I wasn't planing on complaining but Berserk used to be a great series now it's just another boring adventure title. If this is the best Kentarou Miura can come up with to continue it he should have just stopped the series at volume 34 or whenever it was Guts started to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this post sure has turned out different then I had planed. But that's ok I guess. Later.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Shooter(I forgot how adictive this song is)&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: Snow Drop, LWaK, and Hajime no Ippo&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: Irritated&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5130890851039626025?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5130890851039626025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5130890851039626025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5130890851039626025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5130890851039626025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/noooooo.html' title='NOOOOOO!!!'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5859291975836511099</id><published>2007-06-26T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:18:49.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Morning</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, Chris Benoit is dead... Yeah, I know I'm a little late but I don't watch news, deal with it. Well I normally don't watch news, currently the TV is on and I'm hanging out in a few chat rooms looking for information. Now the only reason I know anything about him or care for that matter is Priest used to drag me through all sorts of that junk. But I like it to a certain extent, Benoit being the one I was most interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The web has almost no facts, the guys who are investigating it say “the details, when they come out, are going to prove a little bizarre.” Right now the prevailing rumor is that Benoit killed his son and wife then committed suicide. I really don't want that to be the case but it's not like what I want is going to change anything. But man, the Harts can't seem to have any luck, they really need to change how they live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another post planed out but I really didn't and don't want to make it(I've been debating about it for about a week now) so when A(*check bottom) called me because she had seen Benoit on the news I had an excuse not to make it... That and I wanted to make a post on Benoit. I'm planing on making another post today and I'll edit this one if we get any facts from the news today.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;*For the record A does not have any interest in this stuff. She however is aware that I have a very small interest so she thought I'd want to know.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Shooter(What else would you listen to when talking about Benoit?)&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: Snow Drop, LWaK, and Hajime no Ippo&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: Confused&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5859291975836511099?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5859291975836511099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5859291975836511099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5859291975836511099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5859291975836511099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/weird-morning.html' title='Weird Morning'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-8671451327450279638</id><published>2007-06-25T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:46:00.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations</title><content type='html'>Last week an old friend called, it's been about six months since I talked to him last. No, I take that back, I talked to him a couple of months back but the conversation was less then five minutes so it doesn't count. A couple of years ago we where very close friends and spent a lot of time working and goofing off, now obviously we don't. Why? I could go into a lot of details and someday I want to(Since I started this thing I've been writing and rewriting a post about all that stuff, I just can't seem to get it written down in a way I like), but the long and short of it is desire. It's not worth the effort to go find my phone and give him a call(if you think that's cold you need to see the rest of that post). In one way that's kind of depressing, but for the most part it's just a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the "years of hell" there was one fellow that made it much easier to handle. On some occasions we would eat meals with him. Well we would eat, I don't ever remember seeing him eat. He would get a glass of chocolate milk and talk as we ate. Amongst all the horror and discomfort that place had he was a much welcomed rest. He wasn't an intelligent man, in fact he has some sort of mental problem that makes it hard for him to understand people(and sometimes the other way around too). There was times that he was irritating, but much less then everyone else around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's stopped by the shop a couple of times since then, just to say hi. I haven't given him much thought though. Yesterday I overheard a conversation where he was brought up and I started to think about him again. But it got me to thinking, I'd like to sit down and have a meal with him again. Would I call him a friend? No, but still. I pride myself on not needing social interaction, why is this different? More then likely the feeling will wear off in a couple of days or in a couple of hours for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of funny though, on one hand I have a guy I call friend and I won't take the effort to call him. On the other hand we have a guy I wouldn't call my friend and I'm considering reentering that hell just to say hi... Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Coming Undone(KoRn)&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: Snow Drop and LWaK&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: Hungry&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-8671451327450279638?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8671451327450279638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=8671451327450279638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8671451327450279638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8671451327450279638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/observations.html' title='Observations'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6931372394985569361</id><published>2007-06-22T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T11:40:31.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switchblade, Part #2 Of The Prequel</title><content type='html'>We had my father's funeral today. It was filled with people that hated him or at lest didn't care about him. I wonder if there was anyone that was sorry that he was dead? Well his business partners are but not because they cared for him, they're just nervous that I won't be able to take his place. But was there anyone who was sorry for losing him as a person? I wasn't, I didn't want him to die because now I have to run his company but I don't really care about him. I wonder if my mother ever cared for him? Probably not, from the stories I've heard before the divorce she wanted to kill him herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through his room now, I've only been in here twice before. Both times where to get a sermon on what to expect from life. The first time was when I was ten, he told me all that he did to become the man he was then. He went through a lot and I guess I have to agree with everyone else, my father had a goal in life and he did whatever it took to get it. I'm not sure what he was trying to tell me with it all; the only part I really remember is him saying that I should never expect to do better then him. He said that as his son I was expected to keep the business running and keep the money coming in, but beyond that I shouldn't expect to do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time was five years later on my fifteenth birthday. He had decided to send me to a business college as well as continue my tutoring. He said that I had been kept in the house studding to much, that I needed to get out and learn about people first hand. He spent a little over an hour describing what to expect from people and how to handle them. Then he just sent me to go pack; I didn't see him again for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was right about how people treated me. When I first got to college I was an outsider. I guess that's natural, how many fifteen year old kids go to college? Then everything changed when someone found out who my father was, all of a sudden I was every ones friend. Father said that would happen, he told me when it did I could either ignore them completely and go on without friends or if I wanted I could chose a couple of them and make them my friends. But he told me to remember that they where just trying to be my friend because of my money, he said to never allow anyone to get so close to me that I couldn't dispose of them immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right there too, I made one mistake and that was enough for me. Whenever I think about it I get depressed. Like him or not my father knew what he was talking about. How am I going to take his place? I don't think I want to. Is everyone like this? Am I going to end up like my father? Am I going to die and have no one care that I lived? What about the business, he basically said it, I'll never be anything more then a fill in. I'll never be able to look back on my life and point out all the things I did to succeed, I was born into success. I've lived for nineteen years now and I have no idea why. Why? What's the point? So I can make money? No, I don't think I'm going to live this life. I think I'm going to do something I want to do instead of what I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father had one hobby, guns. He loved to restore old and useless weapons into working ones. At least that's what I've been told, he never talked to me about them and I've never seen any of them. Well if he did then they're somewhere in this room. I'm not going to do what they want me to do, I'm going to quit.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Justin(KoRn)&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: Snow Drop(yeah I know, but it's boring so I'm having a hard time finishing it)&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: Hungry&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6931372394985569361?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6931372394985569361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6931372394985569361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6931372394985569361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6931372394985569361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/switchblade-part-2-of-prequel.html' title='Switchblade, Part #2 Of The Prequel'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-1618508748738146206</id><published>2007-06-21T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:17:08.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night Log #6</title><content type='html'>AHHHHH, yet another time has come. Another opportunity to close and lock the door and ignore the phone(ok, I always do that) and fix computers at my own pace...It feels good. There's not a lot on tonight's list of projects so I think I'll try to tear through them real quick and then have fun the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we get to that I'll fill you in on tonight's computers. Comp #1 was here last Thursday and no it did not leave my shop in that time. Basically I'm reloading the OS and it will be done. Actually all that's left on it is to load some drivers, move the documents over and then to Ghost it back to where it belongs, easy. Comp #2 just needs a system reload, easy. And the last one(yes only three tonight) Comp #3 has something wrong with the modem or the settings or something like that, I haven't started on it yet so I'm not sure. Anyway on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30PM, Hmm, Maybe I'm working to fast. Comp #3 is done, it's not fixed but it's done. I'm currently loading programs on Comp #2 and all that's left on #1 is to tie some of the cables back to help the airflow. Oh and I finally stopped being lazy and moved my KoRn music onto my workstation so I'm currently trying to blow out my eardrums:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:05PM, Can this night get any better? I'm about ten minutes from finishing the last comp, Thoughtless is playing as high as this computer will play it and no one can bother me. Haha, this rules. I wonder if I should go and grab something to eat just to celebrate? I haven't gone to JT's in a while, although I haven't gone to Plaza either... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my hate cannot be found &lt;br /&gt;I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming &lt;br /&gt;So you can try to tear me down &lt;br /&gt;Beat me to the ground &lt;br /&gt;I will see you screaming&lt;br /&gt;(KoRn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:36PM, &lt;em&gt;I'M DONE!!!&lt;/em&gt; Ok so it took longer then I said, I got caught up reading some song info. Good stuff. Now for the hard part, what do I do now? I think I'll go read some manga then decide, I'm not in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:41PM, Ok so that was a bad idea. I forgot that I don't have a car at the moment so I had to walk. JT's was closed so I now have a Braum's. It better be one good bacon cheeseburger to be worth the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:23PM, Well it wasn't worth it. But don't worry nothing can get me down tonight. Well, nothing I'd like to think of at the moment. I guess if a bunch of space monkeys in red suites came to my shop and then their one handed, purple skinned, Amazonian keepers came to get them to go back to home in order to stop a flood on Zeion with toothpaste and bandages then I'd get depressed. But that happened yesterday, I don't think it will happen twice in one week so I'm safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:27AM, Well I finished the first real draft of the stylesheet. That was a lot of work, it's actually closer to draft 29 but it's the first one I'm happy with. Next I need to break down the HTML and then start renaming everything. I've never used a stylesheet before and while it's not that difficult to pick up I'm having problems figuring out how do things correctly or at all for that matter. But it's worth it I think, you sure can do a lot more things with it then you can with just HTML. Break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:06AM, ...It's over. My wonderful night off has ended. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Counting On Me(KoRn)&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: Snow Drop&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: Kind of depressing now&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-1618508748738146206?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/1618508748738146206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=1618508748738146206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1618508748738146206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/1618508748738146206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/thursday-night-log-6.html' title='Thursday Night Log #6'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7994598136220829187</id><published>2007-06-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T09:14:38.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Is Here</title><content type='html'>It has come to my attention that my slip up a few months back has resulted in a lurker. Apparently there may be more then one lurker. Ladies and gentlemen, I never wanted this responsibility, I'm not up to the job, I don't have the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked D to watch my accounts for a few days while I took a break and look what happens, I GET AN INFECTION!!! I'm happily living my life ignoring everybody and &lt;em&gt;bang&lt;/em&gt; that little twit goes and messes everything up. I promise you I will get my revenge on him... Hmmm, D is twice as strong as me.... Ok, maybe I wont get revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* So what do I do now? I don't now how to deal with this, are they harmless? Maybe, I haven't seen any side effects from them yet. But maybe they're just waiting for the right time? Do they have a leader? Are they growing? Are they gathering information on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it starts, you think one or two is no big deal so you don't do anything. You just let it slide. But then one or two more join, then more join soon you have a mob stampeding through your house taking everything you own. What a minute, "taking everything you own"... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU AFTER MY ROOT BEER?!! I KNOW WHAT YOUR UP TO. I'M ON TO YOU, I WONT LET YOU GET AWAY WITH IT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a plan. You wont get away with it. You will pay for your crimes. All I need is a can of WD-40 and a pound of C-4 then you'll be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Why do you need to know? Are you planing something?&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: Snow Drop&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: Check above&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7994598136220829187?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7994598136220829187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7994598136220829187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7994598136220829187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7994598136220829187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/somebody-is-here.html' title='Somebody Is Here'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-7012126984442732915</id><published>2007-06-20T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:59:42.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha-haaa!!!!</title><content type='html'>Remember when you ran away&lt;br /&gt;And I got on my knees&lt;br /&gt;And begged you not to leave&lt;br /&gt;Because I'd go berserk?&lt;br /&gt;Well. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me anyhow&lt;br /&gt;And then the days got worse and worse&lt;br /&gt;And now you see I've gone&lt;br /&gt;Completely out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away, HA HA&lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA&lt;br /&gt;To the funny farm&lt;br /&gt;Where life is beautiful all the time&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be happy to see&lt;br /&gt;Those nice, young men&lt;br /&gt;In their clean, white coats&lt;br /&gt;And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought it was a joke&lt;br /&gt;And so you laughed&lt;br /&gt;You laughed when I had said&lt;br /&gt;That losing you would make me flip my lid&lt;br /&gt;Right. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you laughed, I heard you laugh&lt;br /&gt;You laughed, you laughed and laughed&lt;br /&gt;And then you left&lt;br /&gt;But now you know I'm utterly mad!&lt;br /&gt;And. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away, HA HA&lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA&lt;br /&gt;To the happy home&lt;br /&gt;With trees and flowers and chirping birds&lt;br /&gt;And basket weavers who sit and smile&lt;br /&gt;And twiddle their thumbs and toes&lt;br /&gt;And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked your food&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned your house&lt;br /&gt;And this is how you pay me back&lt;br /&gt;For all my kind, unselfish loving deeds?!!&lt;br /&gt;Hah. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you just wait&lt;br /&gt;They'll find you yet&lt;br /&gt;And when they do they'll&lt;br /&gt;Put you in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt!&lt;br /&gt;And. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away, HA HA&lt;br /&gt;They're coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA&lt;br /&gt;To the funny farm&lt;br /&gt;Where life is beautiful all the time&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be happy to see&lt;br /&gt;Those nice, young men&lt;br /&gt;In their clean, white coats&lt;br /&gt;And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the happy home&lt;br /&gt;With trees and flowers and chirping birds&lt;br /&gt;And basket weavers who sit and smile&lt;br /&gt;And twiddle their thumbs and toes&lt;br /&gt;And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the funny farm&lt;br /&gt;Where life is beautiful all the time&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be happy to see&lt;br /&gt;Those nice, young men&lt;br /&gt;In their clean, white coats&lt;br /&gt;And they're coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Napoleon XIV, excellent song&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Loser(3 Doors Down)&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: Snow Drop&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: Check above&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-7012126984442732915?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/7012126984442732915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=7012126984442732915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7012126984442732915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/7012126984442732915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/ha-haaa.html' title='Ha-haaa!!!!'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-6315445340678439699</id><published>2007-06-20T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:37:47.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>Well nothing big is going on today either. The Manga I'm currently reading is Snow Drop. It's Korean, so technically it's manhwa not manga but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese appear to not believe in evil or that someone can be evil. They believe that everyone is good we just don't understand their viewpoint. If you know me you know that I think that is the stupidest thing in the world. Don't get me wrong, the second someone can show me the good points of a rapist I will change my viewpoint and admit I was wrong, any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Korean works have a little of that in them also, but very little. They have some very messed up viewpoint's but instead of explaining how an evil person is in fact good they just forgive him and go on. That's a little easier for me to handle. That and most of the time the "bad guys" are truly evil and if they spend any time talking about their good points it is quickly covered up by more violence. I guess the theme is still there, it's just easier to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which do I prefer? Manga or Manhwa, I'm not sure. My favorite series is Gantz which is manga. Ares comes in a very close second and it's Manhwa. Third is Bowling King which comes from a small island off of China(I'm not sure what government it's under). Now the one thing that Gantz and Ares has in common is the fact that neither one bothers talking about good or evil, they just skip all that and get to the killing. Maybe I'm just tired of being bombarded with stupid reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I forgot how much fun coding was. This morning I spent over an hour trying to figure out one string of code and it was because I forgot to remove quotation marks... I love it.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Wherever We Go(Newsboys)&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: Snow Drop&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: Impatient&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-6315445340678439699?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/6315445340678439699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=6315445340678439699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6315445340678439699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/6315445340678439699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-8561716982877614280</id><published>2007-06-19T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:43:12.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Day</title><content type='html'>Well not a lot is happening today. I've been working on a couple of computers, being lazy and reading manga. I have a service call in about half an hour that's making me a little nervous. Some guy is having problems getting his internet working, no big deal. For some reason I don't want to make the call, it's more then the normal desire to stay away from stupidity, there's something else bothering me about it. I think I know what it is and I can't say I like it, but hey that's the way it is. Just one more thing I need to add to the list of things I need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a new project, I hope that in a month or so this blog will have a new home. Yes my dear readers, even though this thing has yet to have it's first reader it is already to small to to do what I want. Actually it isn't going to be a new home, it's more like it's returning to it's old home. A very revamped old home but the old home none the less. Since it never got a hit and this hasn't gotten a hit either I'm guessing no one knows about the old place but it will be nice to get back to it after two years of abstinence.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Nothin Good About Goodbye(Hinder)&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: Snow... I don't remember it's Snow something...&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: Impatient&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-8561716982877614280?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/8561716982877614280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=8561716982877614280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8561716982877614280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/8561716982877614280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/quiet-day.html' title='Quiet Day'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955102114551118824.post-5144856913280783338</id><published>2007-06-18T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:04:50.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switchblade, Part #1 of the Prequel</title><content type='html'>I'm tired, I've had enough. Five years ago my father was thrown in jail for embezzling money from the company he worked for. He didn't do it, why would he? He was making more then we needed. Don't get me wrong, we weren't rich, far from it. But my parents never really cared, they had enough to keep me in a good school and they owned their house. Why would they need to steel money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what it was, it was greed. Not my dad's, the owner of the company. He set-up my father and walked away with a bunch of money at the cost of one employee. Just so one man could get more money my dad is going to spend the next four years in jail. When he gets out who is going to hire him? who would hire someone convicted of embezzlement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old story, the rich use the weak as stepping blocks. It's money, if you have it you can do anything, if you don't then no one cares about you. I'm tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dad was sent to jail my mother tried to keep everything together. She tried to save the house, the cars anything. But she couldn't, lawyers surrounded use like vultures and in less then six months we where homeless. We tried the best we could, we would do day work when we could find it but that wasn't very often. Mom was killing herself taking care of me. She would try to tell me that she had eaten already or that she wasn't hungry in order to let me have what little food we had. So I made an agreement with the guy that ran a shelter that if he would make sure mom had everything she needed I would stop by every now and then and pay him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good deal but hard to pull off. There's not a lot of jobs that someone without even a middle school diploma can do. So I did anything and everything. I don't even remember all the jobs I've done in the last few years. At first I tried to stop in and say hello to mom every now and then but it got to be to painful so I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year back I hit a hard spot. There was nothing to do, no one needed me for anything. So I did the first thing that came to mind, I stole a police gun. I haven't used it that often, four times in a year. Each robbery I did gave me enough to keep me and mom fed for months while I did other work. I hated doing it but I couldn't let my mother starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I took some money to the shelter for mom and the guy that ran it said she left. That's it, he had no idea where she went or of she was even alive, he really didn't care either from the sound of it. I've been looking for her ever since but I wont be able to find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived the last few years just because she needed me. With her gone what's the point? I'm never going to accomplish anything? I'll never be more then I am now a poor homeless nobody. If I died no one would care or even know. Why should I live? If I had money it would be different, then I would be somebody. I'd have friends and maybe I'd get married someday and have kids of my own and people would care about me. But I don't have any, I'll never have any and I'm tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only fired this gun once, a few months ago a guy came at me with a knife so I fired a shot at him. I still have five rounds left. Mom, Dad, I'm sorry, I can't take this anymore....&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Tearjerker(KoRn)&lt;br /&gt;Current Manga: Remote&lt;br /&gt;Current Anime: Blood+&lt;br /&gt;Current Weather: Hungry&lt;br /&gt;Current number of computers waiting to be worked on: 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1955102114551118824-5144856913280783338?l=dreamers-quest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/feeds/5144856913280783338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955102114551118824&amp;postID=5144856913280783338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5144856913280783338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955102114551118824/posts/default/5144856913280783338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamers-quest.blogspot.com/2007/06/switchblade-part-1-of-prequel.html' title='Switchblade, Part #1 of the Prequel'/><author><name>Kidnik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06648059153643120559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LTVlwrKb5z0/RyX59dpa9NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/VqopIEG51OM/s400/WpS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
