<?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-1650011128564561294</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:21:25.304-07:00</updated><category term='Futurama'/><category term='Dorms'/><category term='Obsession'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Portal'/><category term='Addiction'/><category term='World of Warcraft'/><title type='text'>LUX LTD</title><subtitle type='html'>Amateur Nerding</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-1314678410061511985</id><published>2010-06-28T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:53:27.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The District</title><content type='html'>Last week I started my new summer job at the School District. After a couple years as a lowly serf, I have upgraded to being a "team leader," whatever that means. As far as I can tell it just means I get paid more to be responsible for shit. But that doesn't even matter. I'm not here to tell you about my job or my responsibilities. I'm here to tell you about the soap opera/Jerry Springer episode/fuckfest that is the District.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start, let me tell you about a guy I work with named...lets go with the initial M. Now M's father works at the District, and has for a long time. Since knowing someone at the District is all you need to get hired, M got a job. The first two summers I worked with M, we had similar positions. For one of those summers I worked on the same team as M, but rarely with him directly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after two summers MIA, I come back to find out a lot of juicy drama about M. Basically, this shitfuck should have been canned back when I was working with him 3 years ago. Instead, he got promoted to a team leader. I, like other team leaders, wear just regular T-shirts to work. M had to be issued a "blue shirt" (aka the button down, blue work shirts that the full time/year round employees wear) in order for the employees working under him (and making much less than him) to respect him and listen to his orders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since "rising to power," M has been fucking off more than usual. It used to be that he'd just call in hung over once in a while. Now, apparently he calls in once a week or so, if he calls in at all when he skips. He shows up late and hung over a couple times a week. He got in trouble for driving a District vehicle, along with several of his underlings to Banks, a town which is several towns over from any school in our district. While there, he ordered a pizza and ate it out of the back of his clearly marked school district vehicle, and had the misfortune of being spotted by a District employee who was on his way to the coast for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer, while driving one of the trucks the District had to rent from Enterprise, M backed into a stationary object, wrecking the back end and effectively destroying the hydrolic lift gate on the truck. In total it cost the District about $10,000 in insurance. On another occasion, he went to the office of his bosses boss, closed the door, and started bitching and calling names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most people who have ever worked know that this kind of behavior usually gets you fired. Not only does it get you fired, but it gets you fired on the spot. Yet he has had his job for about 4 5 years now. Obviously this has a lot to do with his dad, who on one occasion got M rehired when he was blacklisted. M is scheduled to be fired this summer, but still gets to work for almost all of the summer before that is scheduled to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor, lets call him R, used to have M working under him, but has since refused to work with M, which is why M now heads up a crew of 1 for the remainder of the summer. This kid is such a fuck up that not even the biggest slackers the District can employee want to work with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is dramatic, and I hope to bring many more installment. Next time, the clepto janitor who picks up women online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-1314678410061511985?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/1314678410061511985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=1314678410061511985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/1314678410061511985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/1314678410061511985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2010/06/district.html' title='The District'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-1024317754254180469</id><published>2010-06-10T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:33:27.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories</title><content type='html'>So I've been trying really hard to write more, but before that, to think creatively more often. I've always been a people watching enthusiast. I like watching strangers and basically writing a brief little bio in my head about them, and if they are with others, I try to imagine what the dynamics of the group are. So on a very small scope, I have that down pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a larger scope, I can, with effort, think about a larger universe in which to set characters, or a large challenge/threat they must over come. Now my struggle is combining the two into the middle where they can create a story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to read more and expose myself to different creative influences. I hope this will help, but ultimately I know I need to just write all the time in order to make something out of the ideas bouncing around in my head. It's almost as if I feel I need to create the whole story in my head before a drop of it spills onto paper. It would be better if I just let what's in there spill out so I could look at it all at once and try to make sense of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hopefully with time I'll get better at this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-1024317754254180469?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/1024317754254180469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=1024317754254180469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/1024317754254180469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/1024317754254180469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2010/06/stories.html' title='Stories'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-3059305197010436429</id><published>2010-05-17T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:51:26.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Your Meme</title><content type='html'>Wiki: The term Internet meme (pronounced /ˈmiːm/, rhyming with "cream"[1]) is used to describe a concept that spreads quickly via the Internet.[2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a Meme is the kind of thing you get in an email from a friend, find on your FB news feed, or Stumble Upon. Notable Memes include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David after the dentist: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txqiwrbYGrs&lt;br /&gt;Charlie bit me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;Starwars Kid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPPj6viIBmU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are millions more. I have enjoyed memes for a long time but usually know very little of their origin, or even how I first came across them. Now, our problems are solved thanks to knowyourmeme.com. This site catalogs memes, which is nothing new, however it also has rather detailed information about the meme origin, it's evolution in internet pop culture, and even some info on how/why it is so popular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you missed a good meme and want to catch up, or want to know some more about that weird youtube video you saw, check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-3059305197010436429?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/3059305197010436429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=3059305197010436429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/3059305197010436429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/3059305197010436429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2010/05/know-your-meme.html' title='Know Your Meme'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-634196062720050239</id><published>2010-05-06T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:27:16.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back?</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to start trying to blog again. I've always had a distaste for blogging without a focus (school project, specific topic etc), but I'm going to do it anyways because I know I need to keep writing. So what posts follow from this point on will be purely self indulgent. Whatever topics strike my fancy are what I will be hurling myself into, and then regurgitating onto the inter-webs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to write at least once a week, hopefully more often, regardless of the content. As many amateur bloggers know, even this can be a lofty goal. Why, even as I type this, my short attention span demands that I also play video games and try to switch between the two. Damn, this is going to be a challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-634196062720050239?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/634196062720050239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=634196062720050239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/634196062720050239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/634196062720050239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2010/05/back.html' title='Back?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-4065268720154870068</id><published>2009-01-28T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:34:09.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Futurama'/><title type='text'>Professor Farnsworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SYEjefhQ1oI/AAAAAAAAACk/3SREaFf_gXI/s1600-h/farnsworth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SYEjefhQ1oI/AAAAAAAAACk/3SREaFf_gXI/s400/farnsworth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296553643528476290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've created a device that will cause anyone who reads this to do so in my voice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-4065268720154870068?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/4065268720154870068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=4065268720154870068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/4065268720154870068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/4065268720154870068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2009/01/professor-farnsworth.html' title='Professor Farnsworth'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SYEjefhQ1oI/AAAAAAAAACk/3SREaFf_gXI/s72-c/farnsworth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-4028653062977207615</id><published>2009-01-22T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:07:40.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsession'/><title type='text'>World of Warcraft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SXlTd989--I/AAAAAAAAACc/4_Jnr0Gel7g/s1600-h/WoW.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School District&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; typically consists of six to eight people, mostly college students, who answer to one supervisor, Ron Nathlich. Ron is 34 years old and has worked for the District since the year he got out of the Army. Right out of high school Ron enlisted and was shipped off to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; during the Gulf War. Standing roughly 5’10” tall he still sports a military crew cut, and despite his growing mid section, Ron’s broad shoulders and lean legs hint at his past physical prowess. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;During the school year Ron is in charge of delivering food to all the schools in the district, a job that starts at four in the morning. But during the summers, he is in charge of the crew of summer hires who move primarily furniture for teachers. In the summer of 2007, I was one of those workers.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;During this summer at home I got to know Ron pretty well. I quickly became his favorite of the group for no other reason than our similar senses of humor and my remarkable ability to sustain conversation, something the others seemed to lack. Our most frequent topic of conversation was Ron’s love affair. Surprisingly this affair was not the one with his fiancé, whom he had flown to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to propose to just a few months earlier. Rather, it was the venue through which he met her, World of Warcraft.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ince its release in 2004 by Blizzard Entertainment, World of Warcraft has dominated the MMORPG market. Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games have only recently become popular, and WoW is leading the trend. Today it has over eleven million subscriptions, up from five million just 2 years ago. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Subscribers pay a monthly fee to connect to the game servers operated by the manufacturer, Blizzard. Once connected, players are able to interact with other players live, giving the game a strong social aspect. Much of the content is set up to encourage or even necessitate player interaction, with game bosses requiring groups of up to 40 players to kill.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As for the game play itself, players are eased in. Beginning at level one, players are slowly introduced to the game and their character’s abilities. Different classes have different abilities, some using magic spells, others more conventional swords and axes, while others use a combination of the two. As players progress through the game, they gain more spells and abilities and become more powerful until they reach the level cap at 80. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;But the game does not end there. In fact, it doesn’t end at all for most people. At level 80 players can then begin grouping up to attack the most challenging bosses in the game, with hopes of getting “loot” or prizes such as armor, weapons and special items that the bosses drop. Only those who play countless hours, dedicating 5-6 hours, 4 or more nights a week, will ever beat all the bosses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;nd that is exactly what Ron was after. At this point Ron had been playing the game for roughly a year and as a single man who worked from 4am-noon, he racked up a lot of play time after work. Many of his evenings included enjoying a home cooked meal that he made from scratch and a 4-5 hour raid with his guild. The term raid comes from the military tactic in which a sudden attack is launched behind an enemy's lines without the intention of holding ground. In gaming however it refers to a large group of players launching an attack on one of the bosses. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;For Ron, many a week night was dedicated to raids, and the next day I would enjoy his lavish tales of his guild’s victories and defeats. After about a month of his war stories (real and fictitious), I finally decided to try the game. After all, only a couple of my friends had come home for the summer and I wasn’t about to spend any time hanging out with my parents. The $80 I spent to get the original World of Warcraft and the expansion, The Burning Crusade, was pretty steep, but working 40 hours a week with no overhead expenses, I had the money burning a hole in my pocket anyways. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For a while I was into raiding as well, dedicating two or three nights a week to it. And that was just because those were the only 5 hour blocks I could afford; I still spend another 20 or so hours a week playing an hour or two at a time. For Ron, myself and others, video games like World of Warcraft can easily become an addiction.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;What most people find so addicting about the game is how expansive and immersive it is. The game in it’s current form spans four fictional continents and involves roughly 60 fictional races. There are capitol cities to visit, professions to learn like leatherworking or blacksmithing, and of course there are quests to complete. But what drives most people is the quest for better gear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Most players will agree that there is little skill involved in being good at the game. One person may be an expert at playing their character, but if their opponent has better gear, they will likely lose the battle. So many players spend countless hours raiding in order to get better gear, some going weeks of raiding before seeing that sword they wanted, or a belt with higher armor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;With each character in a 25 person raid having roughly 12 gear slots to upgrade, that’s 300 or so item upgrades needed for one raid group. Each raid run may yield between five and ten pieces. After factoring in repeated items, it is easy to see that a player may spend months raiding before getting what they’re looking for.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Another part of the game that keeps players coming back is the social community it fosters. Players are able to work directly with other people and communicate either via text or voice chat. For some players, their social group in WoW is larger than their number of real life friends. For others, it is the only social interaction they get on any given day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The web is full of tales about WoW addiction. According to a story reported on Joystiq.com, one girl’s addiction turned fatal. “During &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s week-long National Day holiday last month, a young girl died after playing &lt;em&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/em&gt; for several consecutive days.” Supposedly the young girl played non stop without breaks for food or sleep and eventually passed out on her keyboard. After her death, fellow players held an in-game funeral for her and the Chinese government instituted a three hour limit for internet gaming.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;However not all addictions are that dramatic, much more often they result in a slow deterioration of social lives, relationships and grades. In an article about his own addiction, blogger Cyde Wise recalls reading “countless horror stories on the net about students failing out of school, men and women failing out of relationships, and workers failling out of their careers. Playing 8 or more hours a day for some of these people is routine. That’s one-third of their life! It’s scary.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;While he himself did not succumb to his addiction, many do. Wowdetox.com is a site dedicated to those struggling with or who have overcome addiction. Here anonymous posters can share their stories. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;“I'm 41. My fiance is gone. My network computer job is gone. I live alone now, struggling to make rent, and I am filing bankruptcy.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;“I lost 20 pounds when I quit playing WoW and I now have abs.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;“My roommate and I failed out of College, and I lost a job for the first time in my life. So I sat and played wow for two months straight... only to realize I owed people money... I am a month free of this game and my gut still hurts when I think about it. Wow has ruined my life.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When Todd Carlstrom started playing, he was a freshman in the dorms at the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Oregon&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Because of an academic scholarship, Todd was able to afford his room and board without working, allowing him lots of time to play between classes and homework. However it started to get out of hand. “I would just get in a zone while playing and completely forget about time. That’s when I started missing classes.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A class missed here and there wasn’t too hard for Todd, an undeclared freshman to handle, but when he started raiding, it got worse. “I would start a raid before dinner and just forget to eat. And then we’d finish at one or two in the morning if we were lucky, a few times I just stayed up all night playing.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Rescue came for Todd in the form of Sarah, now his girlfriend. When Sarah met him, Todd was at the peak of his immersion in the game, spending up to 10 hours a day playing. But when their relationship started getting more serious, she decided to put her foot down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Basically she sat me down and told me what she saw the game doing to me, ruining my health, my grades and that it was wearing down on her too.” So Todd was faced with a choice, life in “RL” (real life) or life in the World of Warcraft. Fortunately he choose the former and hasn’t regretted it since. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As for Ron, he continues to walk the line between an obsessive hobby and an addiction. After his fiancé was denied a visa to come to the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; he began playing more than ever. He still has his job at the school district but spends more and more of his time outside of work playing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Ron is at a point that many addicts pass without even blinking. Now he must make a choice between life in a game and life in the real world. Without his fiancé here to force him to choose real life, I fear that only hitting rock bottom will cause him to give up the game. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-4028653062977207615?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/4028653062977207615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=4028653062977207615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/4028653062977207615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/4028653062977207615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-of-warcraft.html' title='World of Warcraft'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SXlTd989--I/AAAAAAAAACc/4_Jnr0Gel7g/s72-c/WoW.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-7978225192350284340</id><published>2008-11-05T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:31:50.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's weird. I seem to have my life under control, despite having little free time. I have evenings, but no days off which is a bummer. In any case, I keep feeling like I'm running so fast that my legs will give out, yet they don't. So despite the fact that I hate running this fast, and feel like I'm always on the verge of failing...I don't...and that makes it worse. I stresses me out that things are going so smoothly because I feel like they must be right on the verge of falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an extension of that, I now attach even more stress to the small things that would usually only stress me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, and more important news, we have a new president. A black president none the less. I'm excited to say the least, but for some reason not as much as I feel I should be. I mean, it's been kind of expected all along. It feels like when you would pull an all nighter with friends when you were a kid. You were all excited at first saying "this is going to be awesome!" and you spend the whole night playing video games. But by morning you just really want to go home and sleep. And while it was fun, and you're glad it happened, you're just glad it's over and you can move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-7978225192350284340?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/7978225192350284340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=7978225192350284340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/7978225192350284340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/7978225192350284340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-6677708950764191388</id><published>2008-11-03T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:57:15.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy. I hate being busy. Lets see, there are 168 hours in a week. Sleeping roughly 7 hours a night that's 49 hours of sleep, 45 hours of work and 12 hours of class. Bringing me to about 62 hours of free time in a week. Most of that is stacked between my classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which I usually use to do homework, or at least plan out my homework. While this may not seem like a big deal to some people (I know there are a lot of people way more busy than me, ie my roommate Jason) it has been hard to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from getting 9 or so hours of sleep a night, working roughly 15 hours a week and having very little to do, to this new schedule. It has taken a lot of getting used to. I still haven't adjusted to it fully but I'm trying. I just miss having any extended period of time to myself. I have a few evenings a week but that's really just spent trying to wrap up loose ends of the week while relaxing as much as possible before bed. All I want is even a half day off a week, just a chunk of time where I don't have to do ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...anyways, I hope the antidepressants help, should start kicking in a couple weeks from now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-6677708950764191388?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/6677708950764191388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=6677708950764191388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/6677708950764191388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/6677708950764191388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-busy-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-5029431480068963805</id><published>2008-10-03T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:09:49.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School And The Debate</title><content type='html'>"OH! Back to school, back to school.&lt;br /&gt;To prove to dad that I'm not a fool.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my lunch packed up.&lt;br /&gt;My boots tied tight.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't get in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOH Back to school!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Billy Madison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So classes have started again and I get the pleasure of finding out what it's like to work two jobs and go to school full time. It hasn't been horrible so far, but the term has just begun. It did, however, force me to drop my photojournalism class which would require another 10+ hours of work each week. Instead I'm in Magazine 2, and I think it's going to work out a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Communication Theory class has yet to teach me anything about communication theory. Go figure right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've all but switched mains now to my Paladin alt. For one because I don't have much time to play and two because Pally tanks are the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched the VP debate at Rennie's. It was a lot of fun but it also scared the shit out of me. This Palin woman may actually get elected to office. Not only that, but if she did, she would likely become our president. I mean honestly, McCain's only got about a year left in him right? The guy looks like he's about to keel over at any moment. As far as the debating goes, it may just be my bias but it seemed that Biden basically wiped the floor with Palin. I don't think she directly answered a single question. Sometimes she'd start like she was going to answer it, but most of the time she just started talking about energy and being from Alaska.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-5029431480068963805?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/5029431480068963805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=5029431480068963805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/5029431480068963805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/5029431480068963805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-and-debate.html' title='School And The Debate'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-1269550584445362063</id><published>2008-09-23T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:19:54.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is fast approaching and I'm not sure how I feel about it. Mostly because I'll be working only slightly fewer hours and then going to class on top of it. It would be nice if I could budget well enough to get one full day off each week, but I doubt that is going to happen. Like everyone else, I wish secretly to win the lottery, or to find out I have a billionaire relative who suddenly died, leaving me all his/her assets. But if I were to suddenly come into a lot of money, it could only end horribly. The first thing I'd do would be the responsible thing, I'd pay off all the loans, credit cards and mortgages of all my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the money, I'd say there's about a 10% chance I'd be responsible and save most of it, a 20% chance that I would do the same after some pressure from my parents and the GF. But there's probably a 70% chance I would just start buying every shiny, expensive thing that crosses my vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 1: The exuberant but (somewhat) practical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A $5000 or more computer, probably made by NASA. (For any nerds reading, I'd do my best to trick it out with a Tb or more of solid state memory, BOOYA!).&lt;br /&gt;2. A Lexus...or 5 (and of course new cars for all my friends).&lt;br /&gt;3. 65 inch television set with surround sound and all the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;4. 6 bedroom house for my roomies and I. Mostly so I can finally have my Man Cave.&lt;br /&gt;    *Man Cave subject to contain many leather bound books&lt;br /&gt;5. Pimped out wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;6. The biggest, baddest, most comfortable recliner on the planet, complete with massage, heat, built in cooler for drinks etc.&lt;br /&gt;7. An iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 2: The straight up exuberant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A plot of land, maybe 100 acres, in some huge stretch of wilderness...maybe in Idaho. I'd build a vacation home there and an air strip/hanger. This way the only way in would be by plane and there would be no one around for miles and miles (aka I can do whatever the hell I want there, most likely involving explosives).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A plane on which to fly to said air strip/vacation home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Extra computers/WoW accounts so I can multibox my brains out. (One man guild baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A remote control helicopter (gas powered) with tiny rockets and a paintball gun with which to unleash a flurry of annoyance on neighbors, friends, passing cars etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'd rent Six Flags for a huge party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing (that I can think of right now) that I'd do is not for myself. I'd buy things for people I don't know. For instance, I'd hang around at car dealerships and pick out people who look like they're scraping together their savings to buy a car and just slap down a check and pay for the whole thing up front. I'd also pay for someone else's meal every-time I went out, on top of leaving huge tips. (And if the service was bad, I'd leave a 100% tip but tip the other table's server double that.) I think I'd also like to carry around $100 gift cards to various stores and hand them to people I find amusing or who are extra friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, I'd make it rain...like every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-1269550584445362063?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/1269550584445362063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=1269550584445362063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/1269550584445362063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/1269550584445362063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-is-fast-approaching-and-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-7495843301131216294</id><published>2008-09-22T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:17:39.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Enough</title><content type='html'>I now have another project on top of getting a new computer. I want to attach my computer to a recliner so I can play games while relaxing in the living room. The budget I've decided on for this project is roughly $100. I can get a lcd mount arm through work for about $40, which would be the most expensive part. Then I just have to get some wood to build a frame around the chair on which to mount my computer, keyboard and mouse. The creative excitement this project gives me reminds me of building with legos when I was younger. Having a vision of some completed piece of work and then making it happen always gave me such a satisfied feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my other project, being ahead financially this month is wearing my pockets thin. I managed to find a gaming desktop for $500 on Craigslist and I want it so freaking bad. It was easier when I knew I couldn't get anything, let alone the $1200+ computer that I wanted. Now I have a very decent, very cheap computer within my grasp, and the cash to pay for it. That is if I completely ignore most of my upcoming expenses like rent and groceries. But who needs food or a roof? That's always been my problem. I decide I want something, I research the crap out of it trying to find the best deal and somewhere along the way all that wanting turns into needing and I decide I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to get it. I mean, before I was planning on spending over a grand on a comp, now I can get one for $500...so naturally I'm saving $500 right? I swear to god the logic makes sense...somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to be content with building this chair and just let that occupy my bored brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-7495843301131216294?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/7495843301131216294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=7495843301131216294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/7495843301131216294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/7495843301131216294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-enough.html' title='Never Enough'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-6816424154390375083</id><published>2008-09-12T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:14:34.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>So I'm finally writing a new post. It has been a long time but I have an excuse, it's called work. But I don't want to think about work so we'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lots of exciting things lately. All the RA peeps are back for training, so I will do my best to start corrupting them early. The GF's comp needs some work and the tech guys at Circuit City are going to do it for free for me. The mag class went swimmingly (and yes I just said swimmingly) and I came out of it with an A. Someday soon I shall post my final project, a riveting tale of discrimination and harassment in WoW. Also, I'm finally ahead financially this month. Not by much mind you, but I'm paid up and not completely broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, new computer. I've been fantasizing getting a nice desktop computer for a while now. Working in the computer department with tech guys all day I've learned a lot about computers and have got it in my head to make one. Perhaps make it myself and buy all the parts separate, or at the very least use a site like ibuypower.com and have them custom build it for me...we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-6816424154390375083?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/6816424154390375083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=6816424154390375083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/6816424154390375083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/6816424154390375083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-7926727600285455813</id><published>2008-07-28T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:11:00.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorms'/><title type='text'>Long Time No See</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SI58LXVdRMI/AAAAAAAAABk/9xACZROznuw/s1600-h/busy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SI58LXVdRMI/AAAAAAAAABk/9xACZROznuw/s200/busy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228252752108143810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I've posted, mostly due to me working my ass off at 2 jobs which will become three come August 1st. For instance, Friday I worked from 9-4 at the herbal remedies shop and then from 4:30-10 at Circuit City. I was so beat I had to pass on going out at midnight to help the GF celebrate her 21st. Then I worked 9-2 at CC on Saturday, hung out the the GF and friends that day, went out that night and worked noon to 8 on Sunday.  To make a long story longer, I'm working almost all the time. And the little bit of down time I have is spent either sleeping or working on my feature story for my Magazine class. So in lieu of a nice long post about WotLK or other such juicy topics, I will be posting an article I wrote last term about life in the dorms. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;LESSONS LEARNED&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Day one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;It was hot outside and Chris Lenci lived on the third floor. This could only increase the difficulty of moving his entire life, or at least what he could stuff into the back of his parents van, into his dorm room. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;He had spoken briefly with Daniel Ross on the phone before moving, but to be honest, Chris was nervous. Who was this kid anyways? It seemed now more than ever that letting a 10 question survey on his housing application choose his roommate may have been a mistake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;What if they didn’t like each other? What if Ross liked to throw parties at three in the morning? What if he would be coming home late with girls? Or worse, what if he got up early to study?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;There are a lot of things to be nervous about when you move to college, new classes, new teachers, new town, new friends, new responsibilities, new…life. But of all the things to be nervous about, meeting your new roommate can be the scariest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When Chris climbed the stairs and finally stepped into his room, a 15’ by 10’ cement box in which he would spend the next 9 months of his life, he found that Dan had already moved in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It wouldn’t be till later that night, after fully unpacking and organizing his half of the room, that Lenci would meet Ross. Ross almost had to duck under the door as he entered. “Wow, you’re really tall” was all that Chris could get out at first.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It took a few minutes of awkward silence and intermittent small talk for them to actually have a conversation. But actually discussing the serious matter of sharing a room together was too awkward at first. “We mostly talked about where we were from, high school sports we played and stuff like that,” says Ross. &lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;To help freshman talk about living together, and set guidelines for each other, every pair of roommates receives a “roommate agreement” from their Resident Assistant. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;This small pamphlet asks the questions that most residents might overlook. It is broken up into several useful categories. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;College students are notorious for a lot of things, not the least of which is a developed ability to get by on minimal sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“It just doesn’t place very high on my priorities,” says Cassidy Slaughter-Mason, Ross’s girlfriend. “There is always something to do and a lot of it is more appealing than sleep.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Slaughter-Mason calls herself a night person, often staying out late. “I usually plan on going to sleep, but I’ll end up out at the smoking benches hanging out with whoever is there.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;While she is able to get by on her late night schedule, her habits have caused tension between her and roommate Eliza Bryant. “I don’t care if she’s up late, she’s the one who has to deal with being tired, but she woke me up a lot the first term,” says Bryant. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Luckily, the two were able to compromise and an arrangement involving ear plugs and a sort of courtesy curfew has reconciled the situation. “I never told her how annoyed I was; I used to just stay angry with her. When I finally brought it up, she had no idea it bothered me,” said Bryant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Guests&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The term “sexile” is used most often in the dorms, and so many freshmen have never heard of it before moving in. But for some, the learning of this terms true meaning can be an awkward and embarrassing experience. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The term is a combination of the words sex and exile and refers to someone being “exiled” from their room because their roommate is having sex. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Lenci said that he “had never heard of it, but it’s pretty funny actually.” But it wasn’t so funny when he first learned the meaning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;After going to a late movie with some friends, Lenci game back to his room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“When I came back the door was locked, but I knew Dan was in there so I started banging on the door. Then I hear all this shuffling going on and finally he opens the door but he’s in his boxers. He asked me to come back in 20 minutes. It took me a while to figure out what that really meant.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;After that encounter, Lenci and Ross agreed to use a rubber band hanging from the door knob to let each other know the room was “occupied.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“It was annoying at first because he was always in here with Cassidy, but then I got together with my girlfriend and shut him out a couple times. I think he saw what it was like because he started going to her room more,” said Lenci. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Living Arrangements&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Many students feel they can play it safe by rooming with a friend. Rather than getting to know someone new they hope to stick with what they know. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Sandy Schoonover, Director of Residence Life at the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Oregon&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; has had years of experience working with residents. She says that “communicating with your roommate early on in the process and also checking in with each other regularly” can alleviate a lot of problems. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;However, she says that “the biggest mistake roommates make is to move in with their best friend.” Drawing on her years of dealing with roommate conflicts, Schoonover says that the most emotional and heated fights are between roommates who were friends before college.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“There’s a difference between knowing someone and living with them,” she says. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;In the case of Ricci Cande, a photography major living in the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hamilton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; complex, that’s exactly what happened. When her first choice for roommate decided to go to a community college, Cande and friend Kelly Hackney decided to room together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;But on this day, like so many others, Cande sits alone in her room. It’s not so much that Ricci and Hackney don’t get along as that Hackney and college just don’t mix well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;With strong ties to her family in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Salem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, along with a boyfriend back home, Hackney drives the hour north to visit a lot. “She just started leaving earlier and earlier and coming back later and later,” Cande says, looking across the room at Hackney’s rarely used desk. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Now, in spring term, Hackney leaves for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Salem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; after her classes on Thursday and doesn’t come back till late Monday. “She hates college so much,” Cande says, and Kelly will not be returning to the UO next year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;So Ricci has had to look elsewhere for the kind of companionship she hoped to have with Kelly. As a result, she became very close with her floor mates and these are the relationships she plans to hold onto next year. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Looking back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It was strange at first, living with a stranger. After having his own room growing up, a room twice the size of the one he now shares with Ross, it was something to get used to. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Now at the end of his freshman year, that room at home “just seems too big, and it’s mostly empty now,” Chris says. The residence halls have become his home and he compares it to living with friends. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;While Lenci and Ross didn’t become close friends over the year, mutual respect and open communication has made them good roommates. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Communication has kept their relationship strong, and now as the year ends they find they are sad to go. “I hope we get to hang out and catch up, he’s a good guy,” says Ross, and Lenci feels the same.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Although Lenci will be a Resident Assistant next year and Ross will be living off campus, the two plan to stay in touch with each other as well as the rest of their hall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-7926727600285455813?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/7926727600285455813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=7926727600285455813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/7926727600285455813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/7926727600285455813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SI58LXVdRMI/AAAAAAAAABk/9xACZROznuw/s72-c/busy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-3689653789586827228</id><published>2008-07-15T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T05:37:15.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo Money Mo Problems</title><content type='html'>After applying at roughly 10 different places for jobs about 2 weeks ago, I got interview offers from 4 of them yesterday. I don't know why they decided to collectively wait and then bombard me, but they did. In any case, this morning I went to see about delivering the local paper. If I do it, which I mostly likely am going to, it means no more sleeping in...ever...until I am through with this job. It also means being even more of an old man and going to sleep around 9 or 10. And probably some naps, prune juice and adult diapers. But, it also means an extra $600 a month for a job that will never interfere with school or my other work. I'll also gain a shit ton of time if I'm waking up at 4 every morning because I'll be done before 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that I should have 6-10am on school days and 6-9am on work days all to myself. Oh whatever will I do with the time? Why level my alts of course! With such huge portions of my waking day dedicated to school and work and the GF, I have only a little time for WoW on any given day. And I work especially hard to keep my play time (especially raids) completely separate from GF. That is, I try to do ALL of my play time while she is at work, and almost none when she is at home so that we can spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By being wide awake at home at 6am every morning I have a large block of "alone time" to play that doesn't interfere with GF time. It may very well become homework time when school starts, but regardless, I will have at least a couple hours every day with which to do as I please (as long as it isn't too loud).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my B-day is on Wednesday and my party is on Saturday. There will be quite a few people coming in from out of town so I'm pretty excited to hang out with them. My only worry is that because they are all from different social groups and don't all know each other that it may be awkward. I wouldn't be worried at all except that there will only be a handful of people so they can't really just get lost in the crowd like at larger parties. But there should be enough overlap in groups and alcohol consumption to alleviate the potential awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;More money potentially means getting a new computer. YAY!!! (But really it just means paying off my car a little quicker :( *tear)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having an early morning job, day job and possibly a night job (likely Zumiez or Circuit City) all on top of school likely means I'll never ever get to go do crazy fun cool shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A discount at Zumiez or Circuit City would be FREAKING AWESOME!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the Oregon Country Fair twice over the weekend...it totally blew my mind dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-3689653789586827228?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/3689653789586827228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=3689653789586827228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/3689653789586827228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/3689653789586827228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/07/mo-money-mo-problems.html' title='Mo Money Mo Problems'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-3588023034461428032</id><published>2008-07-08T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:42:25.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat Noir</title><content type='html'>Raiding raiding raiding. This last weekend was especially heavy on the raiding. And while our progression runs into SSC and Hyjal weren't terribly successful, they weren't absolutely horrible either. But the highlight of my WoW weekend was a Kara run with the guild. It was my first time in Kara with this group and we just bent Midihv's house over and gave it what for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my last guild we would stumble into Kara, wipe repeatedly for 4-5 hours before giving up. We only ever downed a few of the bosses and only got Prince down like 4 times. But now, with the uber DPS of PR (my guild) we worked that tower. Maiden went down in under a 2min, and the others followed similarly. Only Nightbane gave us trouble, and we wiped 3 times before finally getting out healing/aoe's right on the bone shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the parental units are coming into town tomorrow and I'm excited. I'm never super pumped to see them, I did spend 18 years with them, but I'm psyched to show off our new house. It's not much of a home yet, we have very little furniture and two of our roommates haven't moved in yet, so it's rather empty. But it's our home and I get to show it off damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this post from work where I've been wasting time on the game Chat Noir, available here &lt;a href="http://www.gamedesign.jp/flash/chatnoir/chatnoir.html"&gt;http://www.gamedesign.jp/flash/chatnoir/chatnoir.html&lt;/a&gt;. That little black gatto has me hating its guts as I just can't seem to corner him more than every 5-6 tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Thoughts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm looking to upgrade to a nice, corded, gaming mouse now that I have a more secure work area. I also want the Belkin n52te speed gamepad. Fingers crossed on a birthday gift!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a lot of controversy on rolling a gnome death knight when the expansion hits. Personally I'm just going to pick whichever race looks more badass on the character selection screen. I may even switch factions to get a high level hordie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-3588023034461428032?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/3588023034461428032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=3588023034461428032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/3588023034461428032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/3588023034461428032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/07/chat-noir.html' title='Chat Noir'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-4588814620821347561</id><published>2008-07-02T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:14:57.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The internet...OF TOMORROW!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today we had our very own internet modem installed by a nice comcast man with an ICP tattoo on his forearm (ICP referring to the Insane Clown Posse aka angry white trash kids). But I would still kneel to him for restoring the life giving blood that is broadband internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now we were relying on whatever single bar, unsecured wireless networks we could pick up in our neighborhood. But alas we now have our very own and it is glorious. Today I confidently finished my dailies and signed up for a weekend pack full of raiding. Friday is Hyjal, Saturday is SSC and we'll wrap up on Sunday with a good old Kara Run. The first two will be my first time stepping foot into  either instance or any T5 instance for that matter. Kara on the other hand I've done many times but never with my new guild, Phoenix Resurrection. I'm excited to see how quickly we can clear it after several 5-6 hour attempts with my last guild that still would wipe on Prince and completely skip Nightbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the Olympic trials, as many of you know, are being held right now in my very own town of Eugene. It's exciting to be sure, but for someone who can't just take a 2 week vacation and blow $100 a day on fair food, I've only been once. And to boot, they are conveniently located between my home and work/any where I want to go in Eugene other than my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to frustrate me even more it seems that despite all the money and business the trials are bringing into town, I can't find a job. Sure I have one already, but if I'm to afford anything nice, or upgrade my groceries above peanut butter sandwiches and ramen, I'm going to need a night job. I was really hoping to land one at Best Buy or Circuit City, but no such luck yet. You better believe I'd milk that discount for all it was worth, and probably just dump my paycheck right back into the store. But hey, what can ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of paychecks, my birthday is coming up and I'm psyched. We're throwing a party on Saturday, the 19th and it's going to be a blast. I have a lot of friends coming in from out of town and a few that stayed in town for the summer will be there. I just hope in all their travels to get to me they won't forget to bring some bomb ass gifts. Only a few of them know me well enough to give me something truly thoughtful, so I'm excited to see what the others think I'm into. I wouldn't be surprised to get some rollerblading gear from Matt, even though I have almost no time to invest in picking that back up this summer after 2 years of down time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mouse has been intermittently unresponsive...MAKE HULK MAD!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My computer just seems to get slower and slower. Hopefully soon I'll be able to afford the sick gaming desktop that I keep having wet dreams about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bunny+wood floors= hilarious! But seriously, he's a little pussy, he needs to just get used to them cause we ain't getting carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-4588814620821347561?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/4588814620821347561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=4588814620821347561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/4588814620821347561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/4588814620821347561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/07/internetof-tomorrow.html' title='The internet...OF TOMORROW!!!!'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-7807073279249677592</id><published>2008-06-29T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:35:03.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping is in tents!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was spent camping with the gf and friends in celebration of future roommate Melissa's 21st B-day. Personally I had a blast. It was pretty laid back and although we were very under prepared as far as food/snacks, we had plenty of open lake to swim in. Not only that, but with the help of alcohol and a good 5 games of "I Never" I managed to learn a lot of deep and sexual secrets about everyone there. Swimming, hot dogs and sex secrets...it was a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we hit up the gf's parents house to pick up our rabbit that had been staying with them while our new house was being cleaned. They really took a liking to him and would probably keep him if we let them. But the best part of my day was setting him down on our hardwood floors and watching him flip out. He's just got no traction on hardwood with those claws of his and it freaks him out. So now he has to slowly creep along to get from place to place, but mostly he just hangs out near the furniture, probably so he can push off of it if he needs to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not having personal internet connection=Bad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mooching off sketchy wireless from some neighbor= frustrating and almost impossible for WoW&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New desk set up is working well so far&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job search is going poorly, need to step it up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to get my freaking bike back from DZ's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-7807073279249677592?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/7807073279249677592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=7807073279249677592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/7807073279249677592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/7807073279249677592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/06/camping-is-in-tents.html' title='Camping is in tents!'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-1305404958623442383</id><published>2008-06-23T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:21:29.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY SHIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SGCEUh7enMI/AAAAAAAAABU/zqplTotknEU/s1600-h/holyshitrx5ym3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SGCEUh7enMI/AAAAAAAAABU/zqplTotknEU/s400/holyshitrx5ym3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215313856735124674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-1305404958623442383?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/1305404958623442383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=1305404958623442383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/1305404958623442383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/1305404958623442383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/06/holy-shit.html' title='HOLY SHIT'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SGCEUh7enMI/AAAAAAAAABU/zqplTotknEU/s72-c/holyshitrx5ym3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-501408805723496080</id><published>2008-06-23T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:18:06.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portal'/><title type='text'>Number dos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SGCDcmnjgMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/psLiwjIlOps/s1600-h/800px-portal_game_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SGCDcmnjgMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/psLiwjIlOps/s320/800px-portal_game_svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215312895921062082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I completed the infamous game Portal. First off, I just could not, under any circumstances, get it to work on my computer. Something about my 945GM express video card which was extremely frustrating and only further entrenched me in my desire to get a nice gaming desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I installed it on my girlfriends computer, a brand new Dell XPS laptop and even that had some trouble playing it. In the end though, I managed to play the game and got though more than half of it yesterday and the rest today. All in all it was a lot of fun, and quite a bit more plot than I expected. While I would have been perfectly content with it simply presenting a puzzle for me to solve with my super-duper-awesome portal gun, it turned out to have some not so clever, but still funny jokes and a plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fun as Portal was, it was merely a diversion, something to distract and entertain my child-like mind while my internet is too unreliable for WoW. It's just good enough to squeeze out some dailies before I get fed up with the lag and start belittling my computer for its inferior speed. It probably won't be till the first that we get a reliable connection after starting our subscription. Speaking of subscriptions, it just occurred to me that I'm out about $8 this month from not utilizing my WoW subscription. Blizzard loves to milk us dry with these monthly fees. It's like selling someone some crack but making them pay every time they want to put it in a syringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fill my time I have also been working my way through the 360 version of Turok which has be very entertaining. The animation is good, the characters are pretty well developed and the plot...well I was sold at the killing dinosaurs part, after that I stopped paying attention. It's great other than that it's very obvious they are trying to turn throw it out in the general direction of Halo, as all other FPS's have, but with no success. There are simply no grounds for anyone to compete with Halo. And while I wait for some fatty monthly check to cover an xbox live account, my epic Halo skills will have to sit on the counter collecting dust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-501408805723496080?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/501408805723496080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=501408805723496080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/501408805723496080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/501408805723496080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/06/number-dos.html' title='Number dos?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SGCDcmnjgMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/psLiwjIlOps/s72-c/800px-portal_game_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650011128564561294.post-2062773518253835906</id><published>2008-06-22T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:53:25.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numero Uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SF7HrwSj-EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zern80FTfio/s1600-h/194469%7EThe-Virgin-Suicides-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SF7HrwSj-EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zern80FTfio/s320/194469%7EThe-Virgin-Suicides-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214824973052672066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the first, in hopefully many many posts. Now I know anyone with a blog or with aim or who plays an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mmo&lt;/span&gt; can relate, picking a name has to be the hardest part. I seriously sat here staring at my screen for a good 10 min...and nothing. Even using the "random article" jump on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; came up with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've always liked the word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lux&lt;/span&gt;. I've only heard it two places, the name of Kirstin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dunst's&lt;/span&gt; character in "The Virgin Suicides" and from a few guilds on my server in World of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;. However, after googling it I found out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lux&lt;/span&gt; is actually a metric measurement of luminosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I came down to naming this blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lux&lt;/span&gt; LTD for whatever reason and here we are. I don't have anything in particular I plan on writing about, but I know that my addiction *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;caugh&lt;/span&gt;* I mean.. my medicated use of World of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Warcraft&lt;/span&gt; will probably come up a lot. My relationship with my girlfriend may also come up, as well as a healthy spattering of stupid shit I find on the web that will hopefully be amusing to someone other than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I just plan on writing...and that's about it. I am a journalism major at the University of Oregon and this blog will hopefully help me stay up on my game, so to speak. And on that topic, tomorrow I start my first magazine writing class. I'm excited and nervous at that same time. I'm just glad it's the only class I'm taking this summer so that I hopefully won't suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's an awkward place to end but I'm gonna do it anyways. But how to sign off? Should I make some witty reference to something in pop culture? Should I be cute or funny or pretend that I'm hip hop? The possibilities are endless! For now I guess I'll go with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hugs and kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1650011128564561294-2062773518253835906?l=luxltd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/feeds/2062773518253835906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1650011128564561294&amp;postID=2062773518253835906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/2062773518253835906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1650011128564561294/posts/default/2062773518253835906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luxltd.blogspot.com/2008/06/numero-uno.html' title='Numero Uno'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166100053556076865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TvLNm8YAUcE/SF7HrwSj-EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zern80FTfio/s72-c/194469%7EThe-Virgin-Suicides-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
