I love playing WoW, but there are seriously some parts of it that are so terrible. On my server, there are people who sit in trade all day and talk about rape, say fucked-up racist shit, rant about politics and the n-word president, and are generally just awful examples of humanity all around. I’ve got an ignore list as long as my arm. Unfortunately, the same guys just keep turning up so I guess blocks are not permanent or they keep rerolling with very similar names. And then you’ve got the guys who will follow your low level characters across an entire zone, killing them instantly every time they resurrect and struggle to get away until you log out in frustration…and sometimes they’re still there the next day. And the day after that, because they have dedicated their shitty little lives to griefing. These people deserve one another. Decent players don’t. Please, Blizzard, give us the Poopstain Debuff.
The Battle of Five Armies and my Scumbag Brain
The third Hobbit movie comes out a month from today and I am so very very excited! I’ve been stalking the iPic website in the hopes of snagging recliner seats on opening weekend (soon, precious, soooooon). A number of my friends take issue with the splitting of a book you could read in an afternoon into three films and believe Peter Jackson desperately needs a heavy-handed editor, but I disagree because I would probably pay to watch 100 movies of this quality set in that world. If they want to make some pre-prequels, I’m in. I’ll be first in line for Lord of the Rings 17: Isildur Come Home and Middle Earth 9: Honey I Shrunk the Dwarf. Unless Michael Bay takes over on his quest to kill everything I love.
There have definitely been some unintended hilarious moments, though. I edited in what I think EVERY TIME I see this scene from The Desolation of Smaug. Every time.
Spotted on the Roadside: The Scripps Turd in La Jolla, CA
In this week’s edition of “Public Art Hated by the Public”, we have Okeanos by William Tucker, better known as The Scripps Turd. Erected in 1988 by a $200,000 commission, Tucker named it after the Greek god of rivers and oceans because he felt the form suggested a wave. And critics agreed! Michael Brenson of the New York Times wrote that Okeanos ” is a rippling curve that seems to spew out of the earth and curl up like a wave. It suggests not only water, but also clouds and vegetation and human limbs.” Also peanuts, corn, and an appropriate amount of fiber. Parked in front of the hospital as it was, it really resembled nothing so much as a robust stool sample. Okeanos was generally hated, art critics nonwithstanding, not just by the public, but also by the philanthropist whose name adorns the hospital: Edythe H. Scripps. In 2001, Scripps flushed another $40,000 down the toilet to have the sculpture scraped off the sidewalk and (bowel) moved to a less prominent place on the campus. It seems a great shame that they couldn’t find a business specializing in colonics to take it off their hands.
Spotted on John Jay Hopkins Drive & Atomic Court in La Jolla, CA