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This is historic, two posts in two consecutive days. Can I get a w00t w00t? ......do people still chant that? I'm really behind on the times. -but I digress... There's this part of me that yearns to to tell you what I've been doing while I was on my lengthy absence from Xanga, Myspace and all else.
Besides, what pretty much is the standard norm in my life which yields to waking up at 3:30 am every morning to go to work. I've found quite a few non productive activities to pass the time, until I'm gray, toothless, force fed strained lima beans and confound to those nifty electric wheel chairs that run nonsuspecting peoples feet over. -but I digress yet again...
Ah, yes. I'm going to make a direct assertion and come clean to you all. I spent A LOT of time playing this ridiculous 2-D game called Maple Story. I'm sure some of you may have heard of it. Perhaps your irritating pre-teen sibling or dare I say offspring , has played this game. Because that's the majority of people who play this game. Little tykes.
But before I go on further, let me make this perfectly clear and that is the orgin in which I've heard of this game. I wasn't hanging around Jr. High Schools playing YuGiOh, while at the same time being a frightening pedophile when I found out about this game. No, in actuality I found out from my 40 year old brother, because he in fact was already playing it!
So, I'm watching him play and I was enthused about the rather non-challenging gameplay and simplicity of it all. Yet, it had all these intringuingly features that boasted my interest. Such as, being able to personally style your own character, joining various guilds and most of all that wonderful chat filter. So, that I would be able to corrupt my warped way of expression to all of the naive children that played this game.
 So, after spending, ohhhh around $20 of actual money, I conjured up this character. Yes, it actually costs money to buy these mind blowingly awesome accessories. Now, I could reak some major havok on some level 30 fire boars! MWAHAHAHAHAA! Anyway, I stooped even lower when I decided to buy mesos "the games form of currency", with actual money, so that I could form my own guild. That was an interesting experience in it's own right. If I were to put some sort of depiction from the top of my head of what it's like having your own guild with the majority of it's inhabitants being of the 13-16 year old age range. I would say that it's like being back in high school, minus the random people who give you wedgies and malnutritious lunches.
As a matter of fact, it was funny. The kiddies treated me like a fatherly figure, telling me about there real life problems as I was offering my not-so sage like advice from my own humble experiences. It was almost like being some sort of freakin guidance counselor. It's absolutely astounding, that through a pixelated game that teenage drama still exists. And for those of them who knew my age, I was officially referred to as "dad" or "old geezer".
Another interesting aspect of the game was the fact that it attracted peoplefrom all walks of life. I met this lady who had to be about thirty-something, and I couldn't be more ecstatic to make aquaintances with her. Apparently, she was more addicted to the game then her son was who introduced it to her. And there was this other guy, who was more or less around my age, who used Maple Story as a tool to provide impersonal bonding sessions with his daugher, whom he's lost touch with. Quite amusing.
 Yesterday was quite an eventful day. Doug, Sou and I voyaged to Best Buy to replace our broken mini fridge. The picture on the left is the actual model mini fridge we chose to buy. Well, as you could imagine that purchasing it wasn't the problem. It was transporting it home says the scratches on my beloved Nissan Ultima. 
Well, after literally trying to force the damn thing in at every dimensional angle known to mankind and looking like a trio of jackasses to all the incoming customers walking into Best Buy. We had given up and we had to bow our heads in shame and contact our only available resource. My mom.
So, I called my mom explaining to her the situation at hand and how the fridge had no freaking way of fitting in my car. She sounded concerned and worried, but told me that she was unable to help me in my dilemma due to the fact that. . . . . . . . . . (wait for it) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . she had to save her parking space in the front of my house for my dad.
Needless to say I was pissed. Let me explain something, my dad has this pet peeve about always wanting the parking space on the front of the house. When he gets home from work, the first thing he does is have my mom move her van, so that he could proclaim his golden parking space right in front of his dilapidated white picket fence. I think in his own mind, he believes that he actually owns that section of the street. I've literally seen my old man get in these random temper tantrums and bust out with a weed whacker and vandalize peoples cars because they were occupying his space for more than three days. The moral of the story? Don't park in front of my parents house by any means.
So, we had to blueprint this elaborate scheme whereas Sou had to drive my car to my parents, to save my dads space, while my mom was now free to roam the greater part of Los Angeles and save Doug and I in our time of need. As she dashed through the perilous traffic and onto Best Buy we loaded the car and made our way to our final destination. Home. On the way back, I bitched a little bit of "why in the hell my dad was so anal about parking spaces", but I couldn't conjure up the nerve to add to the fact that my mom's sense of priorities is kinda whacky. 
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| | Posted 2/14/2008 5:36 AM - 115 Views - 6 eProps - 3 comments
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