Use Bombs

It’s somewhat hard to believe that it’s already been a week. It wasn’t long ago that we were visiting The Panda, throwing our arms willy-nilly in the air, with priest costumes flying helplessly about. Don’t believe me? Perhaps you require proof of said religious mockery. Proof also, that said travesty took place in Michael’s crafting emporium as well.

Putting the priest costumes together for Josh, Arison, and Bova was not a difficult task. It required only a trip to Wal-Mart and the local pawn shop. Once all the costuming was complete, the seven of us struck out for the Panda Buffet. With $200 spent on the very scientific experiment, we were ready for the dance to commence.

Unfortunately, all we learned form this clinical trial was that none of us know how to act as priests. We had worked out a highly wrought story — only to have it wasted. Not one person asked about St. Joseph’s Seminary School, that the four of us were attending in Yonkers NY. Nor did they ask about the family we were visiting, played by the fancy Denise and equally-as-less-as-fancy Meredith. There was a particular lack of questions in regard to Huan and his return form the Mission in South America.

After fleeing the restaurant, for the fear that some poeple had of a not-so-massive handed throbbing, we waltzed across the way to the crafting shope. It was here that we wandered around aimlessly until they told us to turn the camera off. A resounding success!

As for this weekend, it’s already started out with a bang. Other sounds were also heard from the pregnant skunk as she waddled out of the path of my downhill rolling antics. Toy battle axes were broken within this moment of conflict, this you can rest assure.

Shirts were purchased at the Salvation Army, as well as $60 worth of Nerf weaponry during a random stop at Family Dollar. What this instigated could only be described as one thing — capture the flag. The time span between midnight and 2:00 AM was to be filled with the fun of Nerf rocket launchers, arguments, chili, darkness, flashlight-helmets, battle, flags, and stylish — stealth permitting — black costumes.

…My attire was made up of back corduroys that extended half way up my stomach, a tucked in referee shirt, and a black dress coat with thin white pinstripes.
Brilliant!

Stephanie cut my hair tonight… needless to say; I must make haste to the barber tomorrow.

I require the bling.

Where have I been one may ask. Well, let me throw a hint out there: When a computer crashes for a month an a half, it sucks.

Meanwhile, I’ve kept myself amused with little boats.

I think I’m going to get a haircut, please observe.

Strengthening Black Mages isn’t all this game has to offer…

There are plenty of cute creatures.

…That I make my bitch.

I’ve also helped linkshell members level up, like Baha(LG) here.

After which, there was much running around in our undies.

“Mmmm… That’s hot”, says my character, whose eyes tend to stray.

I’ve also been helping Aeroz(LG) to level…

Automatic Follow Mode can make for some awkward situations. O_o

A valiant effort by my Red Mage, who made it to level 37, but my White Mage is now 38.

Action Chocobo Shot! ^_^

Helping Josh(SU) get a quest item.

Hehe, Missnasty(LG) fell off the dock in Windhurst Waters and had to call a GM.

Josh and I cross the desert… on a chocobo with no name. =P

Josh welcomes you to an oasis town!

My fresh new fishing gear.

Not a safe place to stand.

Time to give some updates on Final Fantasy…

The job options in this game are quite expansive. A job that I decided to give a shot was Black Mage. Black Mages have many cool features and abilities…

…like cool hats.

Lucky for me, Josh came along to keep the death away.

This can not always be considered one of his strong points.

All the time… All the time this can not be considered one of his strong points.

Josh defending me from a spooky~ ghost.

Giving a sheep the Wicked Witch.

Before leaving, for Boston, I said to myself — I require an expense check, from my company. Their response was basically, to forget the cutting of afore mentioned check.

I could spend my own money, bring back the receipts, be reimbursed. Not a problem. Not until I found out that a cab from the airport to the hotel was $70… That was a bit on the painful side.

Also painful was waiting for Arison to bring the Bob-Wagon down and pick us up. More painful, however, the fact that it is very cold at 6:00AM in a van without heat. Thank God in Heaven that the van broke down half way to the Syracuse Airport. You should know, that this was painful.

Off to Watertown we went, so that I could wait on the phone for an hour. This was only to find out that a return trip to Syracuse was in order. Once there, a Stand-by ticket was bought and employed. Good for me that LaGuardia isn’t far from Boston, as a transfer was necessary.

I was lucky through the whole trip. The kind of luck that congeals itself into unpaid hotel rooms that require faxes and phone chatter.

Other high points included waiting in the airport for 3 hours, rosasia, and me shooting myself.

LITTLE GAMERS BOOK! ^_^

Upon entering the Carvel cake shop, I browsed ice cream cakes accordingly. It was decided that a half sheet would be bought. After placing it on the counter the woman, who had been eyeing me and my wonky blue fishing hat the entire time, inquired as to if I wanted anything written on the cake, “Yes” I replied.

For a moment I thought to myself “This woman must have to write Happy Birthday on cakes all the time.” It was for this reason that I decided to step the challenge up a notch. “Happy Banana Barge… Happy Banana barge day” I told her.

She may have given me an odd look, I don’t really know, I receive too many odd looks in this day and age, it has become difficult to discern the truly odd ones.

I noticed, as she wrote out the word “Happy” in blue, that the cake may be too small for the whole phrase. “If you can’t fit the word banana,” I told her, “you can just use the word nanner.” She informed me that the word “Nanner” would not be needed, and indeed it was not.

To celebrate this occasion further, I bought a Ricky Martin birthday card.

Shake your bum-bum everyone! Banana Barge Day is upon us!

Non-mucho el happed this past weekend, all though — I did discover a 3lb bag of Reeses Pieces.

The real pinnacle however, and therefore all I will write about, was our trip to Ponderosa.

It was during this trip that we happened upon the elusive Danyon. (Artists Rendering) I created a pudding platter in the honor of this mythical beast, after which I realized, cottage cheese is not rice pudding. This brought the samplings of succulent pudding to an end in quite an abrupt way, much like this post.

Conspiracy!

Most days, I don’t have a lot to talk about… just work, and Final Fantasy XI. Since I can’t take Screenshots of work — you get to hear about the later of the two.

As very few know, I play as a Red Mage, This particular brand of mage is a crappy mage. They do, however, make up for this by also being a crappy fighter. Somehow, I suppose, this all balances out. The key here is not the lack of ability, but the rockin’ pimp hat you get at the later levels.

Concept Art – The Red Mage “AF” armor. It will be mine.

Cosplay – The winning type, dressed as a Red Mage, note the excessive pimpin’ that the hat contains.

I’ve spent quite a bit of time playing my Red Mage, and had many adventures. The most recent of these adventures was helping Josh get the first of his two Airship Passes, he can now continue to grow up strong.

My Happy Shinny Red Mage is level 36.

My sub class, or “Eternal Slave Class,” is my White Mage. I was afraid to level it for a long time, as I knew I would get drawn into playing as my White Mage for an extended period. This has occurred — I have fallen deep into the fun of the White Mage. My White Mage is now level 34, dangerously close to becoming my main job.

So far, I’ve played White Mage on the cheap. I have bag equipment… bad equipment. This changed when my Bard friend Tarquin let me barrow her… his… their seers gear. Now, I’m hot.

Hanging around the Mog House in crappy gear.

Ladies love the new gear!

Trying to stay alive with Tarq(LG) and Fuuten(SNTA) in Garlaige Citadel.

In game, Final Fantasy hosts many special events. Currently, the doll festival is going on. Players can earn magic rice cakes that turn them into little girls… must be a Japanese thing.

Little Gamers, my linkshell (similar to a guild), play dress up.

And God said, “let there be many Michael Jackson” jokes.

Expect more shots, because my life is very dull.

I now own a DV Camera! This prompts a 9×9 sized good time. Skits and such will follow — of this I am sure.

Ryan is completely whipped. This has been proven by many successful experiments at the Panda Buffet. Scientists have no doubt that his penis will be cut off when he’s 32, or he will get hit by a car.

While browsing some comics, I came along this site. I’ve often wondered what the average female gamer looks like (Excluding those who play FFX.) Apparently, many of these elusive creatures are chobits. No surprise there, I suppose. Maybe, Josh has a chance at propagation after all.

It also seems that sometime within the next three weeks, I will be getting multiple and varying shaftings. Something that will be enjoyed by all …who are biker trash.