I want to start with a guy who I met just a few times, who was part of my rpg-group-Scot's group of childhood friends. He and his brother's names both started with C., and if anyone was smarter than my gentle giant friend who was all smart than it was these two. The family just had the right genes for the right sense of smarts. I remember pretty clearly now the couple of times I met him, and it was again - Mr. Shortbus who was the reason I never met him any more times.
The thing about C., the first son was his ability to play Warhammer. Trust me, he had brains in plenty of other departments, and I think still that he was smarter than me, but man when he would start at Warhammer. I may have mentioned that in WH40K at the time, Chaos was the most powerful army - by far.
The problem was that the Chaos army was impossible to play. The units were major expensive, and the stats made no sense. I took one look at a Chaos Marine Warp card, as each Chaos Marine was to individual to really make the Codex, and my first thought was, "What are these stats? How do you field these units?" The Chaos Marines were the cheapest Chaos unit, and it was obvious from the stats that they played nothing like a normal Space Marine.
Another funny one was the Slaanesh figurine. Slaanesh was a hugely powerful and expensive character fig, but no one but this C. ever fielded it without losing it as soon as it was fired on. I called it, "the Void Devourer of Tactical Marine Squads." In general the easiest way to play WH40K was to play Space Marines and field mostly Tac' Squads, but you didn't do that against C., because as if by magic, Slaanesh devoured every Tac' Squad on the board before you could blink an eye.
The thing was that by the time I met C. he was like 15 or 16, and people didn't want to play WH40K against him because he ate them up so bad. Just devoured them into the Warp. He was better at Warhammer Fantasy - even at the time - which by most 'HammerZealots reckoning is a much better game. He rarely lost a fig, played expensive units over quantity, played only weird armies and weird units - and it was just unreal. C. would never have sharked people unless it was for a reason besides money, but he could have made a large income on sharking people at 'Hammer.
So back to Mr. Shortbus. He always called the Chaos army, "gay," and I'm sure that Golden Porker was feebly trying to imply that C. was, "gay." Looking back now, I would have reasoned with the Golden Porker. "Erm... Chaos is the most powerful army, but no one I've ever met other than C. can figure out how to play that army. Stop putting C. down because 'Hammer is his best material." (It was at the time, he was 15 or 16.)
Anyway, Golden Porkers aren't capable of learning, but at least a strong statement could have been made at a more appropriate time. Another thing to mention is that I think both the CB's could do anything I do better than me, if it was where they focused their efforts. They have simply chosen different places to put there efforts. My gentle giant buddy - AM - could wax me in any category - I'm sure - if he wasn't so busy on other projects.
I remember AM sitting with the micro and maco soldering irons and the Radio Shack transistors and making solid-state guitar pedals right from the perf-board that were better than the analogs and the digi's sold on the market. Further, I was a child musical prodigy, but at 15 or so, he had a better ear than me and some skills that I didn't have.
Last time I spoke with him - and between Golden Porker and my own mistakes - plus he gets 200 emails a day and is working on projects that pay money - he said that he had given up the muse of music for the muse of coding. He let me know he cared - after all that went down - and took time from 200 emails a day to send those emails that meant a ton to me for no money down, because that is AM. That is the kind of man he is.
Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to have been born all-heart. I was a lot less hard-edged back even 4 years ago, but I was born to make war, and always was. Experience has hardened everybody, even AM, but I started out as a boy - born to make war.
I guess we need both types of people in the world, but man - I try to imagine AM going "You fouled up, and I'm racked for time, but I'll send you two emails letting you know I care, buddy." He also explained that he would like to send emails back and forth, but even with all the bad-blood, the big reason he couldn't correspond was that he simply didn't have the time to do it.
That was real. Even with all the congealed blood and rotting corpses underneath my bed, he would have corresponded except that - mostly - he just didn't have the time. Alright, final thing. Get this, and then I want to do a real bizarre Optik at the, "Mirror,"-blog.
Someone said to me who knew the Golden Porker from WoW, just WoW, not in person, that in his opinion the Golden Porker was the most feeble-minded and most perverted individual who had ever lived on the planet Earth. That stung, but instantly I thought - "Erm... that might actually be real, I know that guy pretty well."
I can't talk about even the few of the most heinous events I do know about, but what went down with the Golden Hippo was so bad that it pales the mind. I can't talk about it because people let their guard down and got hit by this feeble-minded, fat, weakling, because they didn't realize that they needed to be on guard around something that can barely move and talk as well as your local farm-heifer. The whole world would eat me alive if I even slipped about what went down.
I'm powerful as hell, and I mean that in every sense, but if the whole world goes against me - I'll still fry. Plus, I don't want to make it any worse than it already is. I'd like to be a healing warrior and not a destructive one. I don't want to fry people all over the place. I'd like to benefit valuable people a bit with what I've got to give.
Further, the Golden Hippo has never hit me the way he did some others, because I put the fear in him quick. So when I get thinking creative and smelling his baby-powder and feces, I realize that there are a handful of people who get to draw straws as to who gets their turn first.That isn't me. I'm not even in line for a straw.
If the Golden Hippo sees it, look at the profile pic and pretend you didn't see next time I have to smell dove bars and crap. Further, you're not dead because you haven't suffered enough to die yet, and that is the one and only one reason why. Everyone feels that way. By the way, for those with beef at the albino hippo - who doesn't got beef? - go talk to the CB's or AM if you can turn them up, as they're smart people and might have some creative ideas. I'm not sure who all gets a straw, but I'm not touching dove-poo, because a lot of people get to go first. As the recommendation of a warrior - apply the pressure hard, but don't let him die of shock.
I just realized that I might be broaching blogspot guidelines with a few of the recent ones. I'll tell you - what makes sense to me is to post this because it seems important and then let the site decide. If my pages on the site go down then I'll wait a few months and start over with a bit more discretion. So there we are. I'll go over to to the mirror and do something I want to do, and I'm trying to say it right without going hog-wild. Lay-tah.
