Hardly Partying
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thessalianFinally I am actually communicating with my co-admin on a less-than-professional (and less-than-bitching-about-Schrodinger's-Admin) level. I came in today with my copy of Deadline (because it was out on loan and I obviously haven't re-read it in awhile) and my co-admin asked if he could have a look at it. I told him that he might not want to do that because it's the second in a series and from there the conversation went on to zombie films.
Him: What about 28 Days Later?
Me: That is not a zombie movie.
Him: Well, they're still ... what would you call them? The infected?
Me: I dunno, but they're not zombies. Zombies are--
Him: There's a definition of 'zombie'?
Me: There are lots of definitions of 'zombie'. For me, they're not zombies unless they're actively decomposing.
Him: ..............
Me: The horror of a zombie is that not only are they trying to eat you, they're rotting as they're doing it. The horror of the rager types in 28 Days Later was that they're you, they're psychotic and they're trying to eat your face.
Him: ....................*laughter* (I think it took him awhile to decide whether he was going to laugh or be scared of me. He hasn't mastered the 'both' that most of my friends have yet.)
So ... while I wouldn't precisely say that my co-admin and I have anything specifically in common (he likes Family Guy and thinks it is the epitome of humour; I ... am not so sure), at least we have some semblance of common ground. This is probably good to know. Although I don't know what to make of the fact that he was sounded so terribly surprised when I mentioned that the lead character of the first book in the Newsflesh series was female.
In other news, people are arseholes. Which I suppose is news in the same sense that 'water is wet' is news. Look, I was blundering around the Hillsbrad Foothills again (getting my arse kicked by an elite elemental type, incidentally) when I got invited to a social/levelling guild. I told them I was a total noob, couldn't be on much and mostly soloed. They let me in anyway. I hadn't been in the guild more than five minutes before someone was asking me if I wanted to do 'a random'. I told them I did not know what this meant but was willing to try. I got asked if I tanked. I said I guessed I did. Fine, I'm a Holy-specced Paladin (for now, anyway; more on that later) and I have never tanked before (which I told these people) but I didn't figure I could do that badly and the person running this 'random' knew I was new and would probably make allowances. So off we went to random dungeon.
...The person who invited me did, in fact, make allowances. No one else did. I got torn into before we even started - not so much about my gear as my spec and the rest of it. No one explained to me what we were in this particular spot for and what we were trying to achieve, and since I didn't know any of that, I had no clue what we were trying to target, exactly. The mages were throwing around magic so hard that I could rarely hold hate, and they switched targets on me constantly. And of course, through all this I got bitched at. This did not make it easy to get the hang of things, but I managed. Sort of. Through the passive-aggressive bullshit and the snarky commentary and the demands that I be booted from the party and holy fuck, these people were arseholes. Every time I thought I was making progress, someone dumped some other comment on me, flustered me completely and next thing you know, the mob I'm trying to tank is running away to attack the Shaman, who's spamming destructive magics again and thus not enabling me to hold hate very well. So I feel like an idiot. Woo. Seriously, is it so hard to explain objectives to a noob? At least in FFXI it was fairly simple and people always explained what we were targetting in party - "We're going for crabs and then we'll move up to pugil", for example.
This goes on for awhile and we finally end up tackling the big bad, which I do manage to hold the hate of, at least partly through pissing it off by doing obscene amounts of damage. (For once; one of the passive-aggressive jerkwaddy things they did was keep count of who was doing what damage, like it was a competition.) Then a little window pops up in my screen asking me to select my role in the party again. I thought it was over. I therefore thought that I could politely bail and not have to take their bullshit anymore. The person who asked me states that no, I should not leave the party, that I am getting the hang of it. No one else says a word. And suddenly, I'm party lead. Which ... I have absolutely no damn idea how that happened or whether I have party left at all and they've all wandered off in another direction. And then I'm swarmed by baddies and get squished. Death by arsehole!
Yeah. I'm not partying anymore. Ever. It's not worth the shit. And now that I've got level 30 and am allowed to dual-spec ... Protection spec, baby. Obscene amounts of damage and all the armour. Why the hell not? But seriously. NEVER AGAIN (a resolution that I imagine will only last until I really want to go through a dungeon and actually need the help, at which point at least I'll have read up on the dungeon and have some idea what I'm doing).
In other news, gonna try to get out early today because I am having one of those days where sinusitis and migraine go on a two-pronged attack, compounded by throat tremor tests in the next room and overlong fire alarm testing. Plus I have had to crank the volume on the tape I've been working on this afternoon because apparently it's buggered and reduce's everyone's voice to Sluagh levels so I can either not hear it at all or have to listen to it through tape hiss, which is not good for the head. I may not be keen on the idea of voice recognition software (given that some of the consultants do not have English as their first language and their English grammar, pronunciation and sentence structure is unbelievably awful, it is not ever going to work), but I'd be really happy if all the dictation could go digital.
Him: What about 28 Days Later?
Me: That is not a zombie movie.
Him: Well, they're still ... what would you call them? The infected?
Me: I dunno, but they're not zombies. Zombies are--
Him: There's a definition of 'zombie'?
Me: There are lots of definitions of 'zombie'. For me, they're not zombies unless they're actively decomposing.
Him: ..............
Me: The horror of a zombie is that not only are they trying to eat you, they're rotting as they're doing it. The horror of the rager types in 28 Days Later was that they're you, they're psychotic and they're trying to eat your face.
Him: ....................*laughter* (I think it took him awhile to decide whether he was going to laugh or be scared of me. He hasn't mastered the 'both' that most of my friends have yet.)
So ... while I wouldn't precisely say that my co-admin and I have anything specifically in common (he likes Family Guy and thinks it is the epitome of humour; I ... am not so sure), at least we have some semblance of common ground. This is probably good to know. Although I don't know what to make of the fact that he was sounded so terribly surprised when I mentioned that the lead character of the first book in the Newsflesh series was female.
In other news, people are arseholes. Which I suppose is news in the same sense that 'water is wet' is news. Look, I was blundering around the Hillsbrad Foothills again (getting my arse kicked by an elite elemental type, incidentally) when I got invited to a social/levelling guild. I told them I was a total noob, couldn't be on much and mostly soloed. They let me in anyway. I hadn't been in the guild more than five minutes before someone was asking me if I wanted to do 'a random'. I told them I did not know what this meant but was willing to try. I got asked if I tanked. I said I guessed I did. Fine, I'm a Holy-specced Paladin (for now, anyway; more on that later) and I have never tanked before (which I told these people) but I didn't figure I could do that badly and the person running this 'random' knew I was new and would probably make allowances. So off we went to random dungeon.
...The person who invited me did, in fact, make allowances. No one else did. I got torn into before we even started - not so much about my gear as my spec and the rest of it. No one explained to me what we were in this particular spot for and what we were trying to achieve, and since I didn't know any of that, I had no clue what we were trying to target, exactly. The mages were throwing around magic so hard that I could rarely hold hate, and they switched targets on me constantly. And of course, through all this I got bitched at. This did not make it easy to get the hang of things, but I managed. Sort of. Through the passive-aggressive bullshit and the snarky commentary and the demands that I be booted from the party and holy fuck, these people were arseholes. Every time I thought I was making progress, someone dumped some other comment on me, flustered me completely and next thing you know, the mob I'm trying to tank is running away to attack the Shaman, who's spamming destructive magics again and thus not enabling me to hold hate very well. So I feel like an idiot. Woo. Seriously, is it so hard to explain objectives to a noob? At least in FFXI it was fairly simple and people always explained what we were targetting in party - "We're going for crabs and then we'll move up to pugil", for example.
This goes on for awhile and we finally end up tackling the big bad, which I do manage to hold the hate of, at least partly through pissing it off by doing obscene amounts of damage. (For once; one of the passive-aggressive jerkwaddy things they did was keep count of who was doing what damage, like it was a competition.) Then a little window pops up in my screen asking me to select my role in the party again. I thought it was over. I therefore thought that I could politely bail and not have to take their bullshit anymore. The person who asked me states that no, I should not leave the party, that I am getting the hang of it. No one else says a word. And suddenly, I'm party lead. Which ... I have absolutely no damn idea how that happened or whether I have party left at all and they've all wandered off in another direction. And then I'm swarmed by baddies and get squished. Death by arsehole!
Yeah. I'm not partying anymore. Ever. It's not worth the shit. And now that I've got level 30 and am allowed to dual-spec ... Protection spec, baby. Obscene amounts of damage and all the armour. Why the hell not? But seriously. NEVER AGAIN (a resolution that I imagine will only last until I really want to go through a dungeon and actually need the help, at which point at least I'll have read up on the dungeon and have some idea what I'm doing).
In other news, gonna try to get out early today because I am having one of those days where sinusitis and migraine go on a two-pronged attack, compounded by throat tremor tests in the next room and overlong fire alarm testing. Plus I have had to crank the volume on the tape I've been working on this afternoon because apparently it's buggered and reduce's everyone's voice to Sluagh levels so I can either not hear it at all or have to listen to it through tape hiss, which is not good for the head. I may not be keen on the idea of voice recognition software (given that some of the consultants do not have English as their first language and their English grammar, pronunciation and sentence structure is unbelievably awful, it is not ever going to work), but I'd be really happy if all the dictation could go digital.
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Date: 2011-07-16 07:47 pm (UTC)'How I am' and 'a little bit frightening' are not mutually exclusive, y'know. *g* Seriously, some people are a little wary of the superaggressiveness (which I'd say calms down once I'm over the initial shy phase of meeting someone in person but ... noooooot really; I'm just very opinionated) and I can't really blame them. Besides, it's not so much that the guy feared latent psychosis as ... I think he's a little bit sexist and I know that he fits way more closely into society's overall definition of 'normal' than I do. So it must be a little disturbing for him to sort of get walloped with stealth-geekiness. I R GEEK NINJA! *giggle*
As to the migraine medication, no one's settled on one for me yet but I deal with a lot of letters in which neurologists are prescribing for people who aren't me. None of it's over the counter, mind, and you ought to speak to your GP for suggestions, but the neurologists at my hospital suggest amitriptyline a lot (classed as an antidepressant but there's a separate antimigraine component) or beta blockers like propanolol or atenolol. But of course, there are massive contraindications for these so ... yeah, ask your GP about them.