So now we've come full circle.
Warcraft was based on the art style and premise of the Warhammer minatures game. World of Warcraft was based on its Real Time Strategy (RTS) predecessor, Warcraft III. Then came the flood of WoW merchandise, and now World of Warcraft is becoming a minature game.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Mosin Nagant M44 - all cleaned up!
Since I have ammo now, I figured I needed to clean her all up and get her ready to go to a range. She's all shiny and clean now!
Big-ass bullets!
Picked up some ammo for my rifle this week. Man, these are huge! Russian 7.62x54R cartridges.
Two cartridges on my bar.
One in my hand for size reference.
My wife's new car
She decided on a new 2008 Honda Civic.
Ignore the used car sign, that's for the lot next door. When we take possession next week, there will be a matching wing-spoiler on the back of the car.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
I come to you from the future.
Dear 1980,
No, we're not sending back evil robots to kill your sons to allow a computer to take over the planet. (Although that was a good movie in a few years, you'll see.)
I write to you now as I am sending messages to my friends with a wireless communication device that uses a touch screen. I'm drinking coffee that heats itself in a container at the push of a button, while playing games with people from all over the planet on my home computer. I also enjoying playing games with those same people on the road, courtesy of a portable computer.
Oh yeah, as far as games go: Think Pac-Man. Then throw that thought out and think of graphics that look like real life. Armies of virtual soldiers battle each other out via something we call the Internet, not for world domination, but to blow off some steam after working our soul sucking jobs.
We have cars that use built-in computers for everything from navigation to making sure the engine is running right to inflating a flat tire. And the cars do look pretty futuristic right now. Of course, we have no flying cars.
Flying cars are the reason I am writing to you, 1980. You see, when I was a boy in your time, leading "experts" always claimed that by the year 2000 we'd all be zooming around in flying cars, with robot maids to take care of our basic chores, and laser guns for protection.
Yeah, none of that has happened.
So, 1980, I need you to work harder this time around, and make sure that somebody invents that shit, because it's now eight years late, and I'm tired of waiting for it.
As a reward for your extra effort, I'm including this tip: Invest in Microsoft and Google. I promise you won't be sorry.
Thanks,
Your friend Jeremy, from 2008.
P.S. Tell George Lucas to let someone else handle the first three Star Wars movies. He really screws them up.
No, we're not sending back evil robots to kill your sons to allow a computer to take over the planet. (Although that was a good movie in a few years, you'll see.)
I write to you now as I am sending messages to my friends with a wireless communication device that uses a touch screen. I'm drinking coffee that heats itself in a container at the push of a button, while playing games with people from all over the planet on my home computer. I also enjoying playing games with those same people on the road, courtesy of a portable computer.
Oh yeah, as far as games go: Think Pac-Man. Then throw that thought out and think of graphics that look like real life. Armies of virtual soldiers battle each other out via something we call the Internet, not for world domination, but to blow off some steam after working our soul sucking jobs.
We have cars that use built-in computers for everything from navigation to making sure the engine is running right to inflating a flat tire. And the cars do look pretty futuristic right now. Of course, we have no flying cars.
Flying cars are the reason I am writing to you, 1980. You see, when I was a boy in your time, leading "experts" always claimed that by the year 2000 we'd all be zooming around in flying cars, with robot maids to take care of our basic chores, and laser guns for protection.
Yeah, none of that has happened.
So, 1980, I need you to work harder this time around, and make sure that somebody invents that shit, because it's now eight years late, and I'm tired of waiting for it.
As a reward for your extra effort, I'm including this tip: Invest in Microsoft and Google. I promise you won't be sorry.
Thanks,
Your friend Jeremy, from 2008.
P.S. Tell George Lucas to let someone else handle the first three Star Wars movies. He really screws them up.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
WoW credit card
Yup, I'm a dork.
Actually, my wife and I got them because they have an excellent balance transfer deal. And because it has a World of Warcraft logo.
Yeah, I'm a dork.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
She's F**king Matt Damon!
OK, some background for those of you who have no idea why this is even funnier than the song itself. Jimmy Kimmel has this long running joke wherein he invites Matt Damon to be on the show and then at the end of the show announces that he's sorry, but they don't have time for Matt to come out. There's a pretty funny clip of Matt Damon storming out and "losing it" one time. (I'll link it later.) Sara Silverman is dating Jimmy Kimmel, so it's kind of a funny "payback" for the running joke.
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