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BlogOur time with the
Close Quarters expansion was kicked off right when MrPyroPuma
rented a server of our very own to wreak havoc on the unsuspecting internets. Despite our premium status, allowing us "priority access" to server queues, this 2 week early access means everyone is premium, negating our special status. It also doesn't prevent admins from kicking us for playing too good, which is a fairly common occurance. By mastering our own server were were able to kick people we didn't like thereby perpetuating the problem handily.
Joseph decided to visit Michigan this week and tradition dictates we must meet at Box Bar at least once during his stay. The
plowmans lunch order went through to start things off, followed by
making my baby pretty. I also made sure to bring my
Windows Phone collection as Joseph is the only other person on the planet with the same mobile OS as me. I have to make sure he feels special to prevent him switching back to one of the more popular choices. After the food came we all agreed Lisa is a jerk for not letting me move to Florida, and that she should feel bad for keeping us apart. We then made secret plans where I would produce a clone to keep Lisa company and move down anyway, making it technically a business dinner.
My truck of
almost 8 years finally sold to a gentleman in Ohio today. I learned forgetting to rotate your tires causes just enough diameter difference to annoy the 4x4 system. A lesson that cost me $800 in new tires before I could sell it. With it goes Excelciers
audio upgrade, the answer to
how many 21" monitors fit in a truckbed, the
sad face heater block install, drunken
defacement,
snow drifting, and
Ranger grading. It proudly took all the abuse I could throw at it, and kept coming back for more with no complaints. Sad to see one of the
last Rangers ever go, but it's time to make room for the upcoming Focus ST. Hard first world choices need to be made.
With the success of the Call of Duty Elite program, I probably shouldn't be surprised EA played copycat and launched "Premium" for my beloved Battlefield series. The cluster that is exclusive early access agreements prevents non-PS3 folk from enjoying expansions until a week after the PS3 nancies, and premium gives you 2 weeks "early access" to expansions. The resulting release dates require a multi-month calendar to figure out when you are able to play the expansion. Buying premium puts you in the beginning part of this math equation, and you actually save $5 (assuming you bought the first one already, which EA knows everyone who cares has). I of course do whatever Xbox and EA tell me to, so it only took me 3 days to decide (and I still have to wait 4 days for Close Quarters). Luckily James, Marco, TomTom and Duane all decided to bite the bullet as well, so I'm not alone.
Months of ironic insults spewed forth from the iOS lovers Senator and Myrn. They laughed at my lack of a
Microsoft Photosynth app for a Microsoft Phone OS. I suffered silently, dumbfounded myself, with little comfort from the "maturing OS" reasons bandied about on the fanboy forums as to why. Today my suffering ends, and I proudly post my
first photosynth, several months after it was first a relevant app. Satisfied with myself once again,
I plan to promptly spam all social networks with my newfound capability as frequently as it was used when popular.
Our trip to the Schmieders began innocently enough, a relaxing hour drive up north where people are easygoing and life is simpler. We started the visit off right watching their dog
play in the baby pool, and letting Lila crawl around an old van seat. Next we visited a lake, got some ice cream, went to a park and finally participated in some barbecue.
Then Lila discovered the mailbox and forced me to
put her in it. I told her several times Lisa would be upset with me but she wouldn't accept no for an answer so I had to oblige, and sure enough Lisa yelled at me and called me stupid immediately. Oh well, at least Lila had fun.
Today Lisa and I decided to take a trip to the
Art on the Grand event in downtown Farmington. After dumping Lila off at her grandpas, Lisa surprised me and agreed to
ride the motorcycle to the event. I did my best to call attention to myself and the hot chick passenger behind me, and I'm sure to have made more than a few men jealous. Upon arriving I also convinced Lisa to keep her jacket on thus converting the event into escorting a hot biker chick around. I also used some Pavlovian encouragement buying her some jewelry in the hopes she'll equate riding the motorcycle with free gifts. I'll have to see how that investment pans out in the future. I also managed to score the
perfect photo to represent my best facial features.
At lunch today I was greeted by
hot laps in an F1 car being offered for what I presumed was a promotional event related to the
Detroit Grand Prix going on at Belle Isle this week. I thought nothing more of it until Senator Kelley applied the
necessary enhancements
to find the real truth. It was
yet another Chip Foose starstruck glamor love-in, as most unexplained gatherings are. How he
managed to conceal himself so well is a mystery to me, but if I wasn't so ignorant of his status I might have had a better chance of spotting him.
Desperate for cheevos, I bought an HTC Surround with no service
more than a year ago as Verizon had no interest in Windows Phone after the
Kin fiasco. Good thing I did, as it was a full 7 months and hundreds of cheevos later that they finally released the
HTC Trophy which was already a year old on release. Now almost
9,000 cheevos richer Verizon claims it will be fully
on board with Windows Phone 8 which I can safely assume will further my addiction using some up-to-date hardware. My now 1 year old (technically 2) Trophy is showing it's age next to
my precious and I need a new mobile device to obsess over.
Way back in March, I bought
Resident Evil: Operation Racoon City pulled in by the 4 player co-op campaign. I quickly learned 4 player co-op is worthless without any friends, and the game gathered dust until a few days ago when
Tigerbomb took pity on me and picked up a discounted copy (discounted because the game is horrible). The crappy gameplay and objective guessing game made for some great fun bashing the game. Clearly Capcom threw this out to tide over RE fans waiting for RE6 with a few tidbits of Resident Evil universe, but not enough that you won't buy RE6 when it comes out. Eventually we got stuck in a clown-car scene we were supposed to just run past, but didn't realize we had to run past it for at least an hour. It was during this time Tigerbomb uttered the best line of the night, while being attacked in an alleyway I offered assistance and he replied "it's a hentai rape fest in here, don't bother. There's tentacles everywhere" after which I laughed so hard I died (in game).
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