“It’s main purpose is for those realms undergoing maintanance periods that will end with loss of your friendslist.”
http://www.curse-gaming.com/en/wow/addons-5118-1-friendsave.html
http://www.curse-gaming.com/en/wow/addons-5118-1-friendsave.html
http://www.curse-gaming.com/en/wow/addons-5118-1-friendsave.html
“My friends encouraged me to start this blog to share my grandma with the world. Anyone who lives near us hearing her scream ”Fucking Cocksucker Won’t FUCKING DIE!!“ at the television at very late hours knows she’s something special. I’m her 22 year old grandson and I wouldn’t trade her for the world- for many reasons; but one stands out.”
http://oghc.blogspot.com/
http://oghc.blogspot.com/
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Continue reading “Old Grandma Hardcore (o_0)”
(Woot! Drama!) Original at:
http://relmstein.blogspot.com/2006/09/anatomy-of-guild-death.html
http://relmstein.blogspot.com/2006/09/anatomy-of-guild-death.html
http://relmstein.blogspot.com/2006/09/anatomy-of-guild-death.html
I had the unfortunate experience of being in a guild which started going through death throes this week. Problems had been building for about a month as some of our key members left. However, in the end it came down to the simple fact that a few people were pushing our guild to be more hardcore against everyone else’s wishes. Too bad all of our priests were casual players who felt offended by these people having free reign. Most of our priests were close friends and the wives of other guild members. Once one decided to quit they all decided to quit and the guild members started to drop like flies. The best part is the person who started all the trouble was one of the first ones to quit after the priests left.
I’ve been in a lot of guilds and experienced a wide range of guild politics, loot distribution systems, and hardcoreness. Honestly by the time I had gotten into World of Warcraft I had almost decided to stop raiding for good. This guild breaking up had a sort of deja vu feel to it since I swear it was an exact copy of my last guild breakup. In fact I was freaking out my friends by calling out who would leave next and what they would say in guild chat before they left. By the end of the night my friends were convinced I was telepathic and I was convinced I needed to write an article on guild death.
Continue reading “Anatomy of a Guild Death”
Bit old, but very interesting.
http://tinyurl.com/nb49o
http://tinyurl.com/nb49o
http://tinyurl.com/nb49o
FOURTEEN years ago, Yoshihisa Nakashima looked at this sleepy suburb an hour and 20 minutes from downtown Tokyo and saw all the trappings of middle-class Japanese bliss: cherry-tree-lined roads, a cozy community where neighbors greeted one another in the morning and schools within easy walking distance for his two daughters.
So Mr. Nakashima, a Tokyo city government employee who was then 36, took out a loan for almost the entire $400,000 price of a cramped four-bedroom apartment. With property values rising at double-digit rates, he would easily earn back the loan and then some when he decided to sell.
Or so he thought. Not long after he bought the apartment, Japan’s property market collapsed. Today, the apartment is worth half what he paid. He said he would like to move closer to the city but cannot: the sale price would not cover the $300,000 he still owes the bank.
With housing prices in the United States looking wobbly after years of spectacular gains, it may be helpful to look at the last major economy to have a real estate bubble pop: Japan. What Americans see may scare them, but they may also learn ways to ease the pain.
Continue reading “Take It From Japan: Bubbles Hurt”
-nt.
I have a friend that lives on her own. She was coming back home on her convertible around 8 pm a few nights ago and he attacked her with a knife, inside her own garage. She couldn’t scream, or move or do anything about it. She thought she was gonna die.
She had never seen him before. He was there for a reason she never got to know. And now he is with her all the time. In her thoughts. In her dreams. Over her shoulder when she hears a noise. In the pills she takes to make him go away. In the food she is throwing up every time she tries to eat. He is diluted in her tears. And she says she can feel him on her skin better than she can ever remember feeling any lover. And every time someone tries to touch her, she can only think of him.
She doesn’t know how to make him go away. She is scared. She is scared of the drugs, the drinks and all the other easy way outs. She is scared of being alone. She is scared of not being able to be alone anymore. She is scared of her reactions with other people. She is scared because she wishes he would have done it.
And she doesn’t want anyone to know how she feels, so she can’t blog it herself.
My so called life* 