Tiny weapons and disappointment

Well my update schedule was supposed to be Tuesday and Friday. However Im cream crackered today after staying up last night to finish Mass Effect 2. So after doing the tedious Argent Tournment dailies and going to work I didnt get around to finishing the piece I had planned to post. Hopefully I will get around to doing so tomorrow. Here’s a picture of my Warlock after three days at level 80 to distract your attention (I fucking hate how spindly that dagger is).

(Should point out that these images are lightboxed so if you click on them you get a bigger version, ah technology)

Listening to: Elton John - Rocket Man

Grand (re)(re)Opening

So yet another version of the Temple of Mick graces the world wide web. Which means this has been going on for more than ten years at this point. The original joke that started the entire thing has long since died and for the last few years its basically been a blog  (and on the backend somewhere to host files and test our various web doo-dads). But as I was looking towards a new design I realsied that the functionality I wanted to add would require more coding work than I was prepared to invest. Continue reading…

Adieu amore Or another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

It’s been a considerable while since I’ve been chemically augmented to a noticeable degree and so the world at large has been spared the truly epic amount of drivel that my chemically unbalanced mind is capable of producing. It would appear that day to day living (and a truly staggering abuse of caffeine) doesn’t produce as much angst as one would hope; then again I would bet large amounts of money that it is more my limited social interaction that is leading to my relatively calm state of mind. Continue reading…

Don’t look so frightened, this is just a passing phase

APOC1 – Book 2 – Entry XX – Culled from the apocrypha left by one of the early splinter cults which practiced a debased version of the widespread worship of “Mick”. Recovered from the outlands of Gundalk, one of the areas worst hit by the Fall in 07. The widely meandering and rapidly changing subject and tone is clear evidence of their mental degeneration – within a few (unwieldy) paragraphs it examines the supposed life of Mick, his feelings of existential angst, plans for the future, spirituality and questionable emotional stability. It then veers wildly into a strange discussion of “cosplay” before petering out in a tedious history of his infatuation with fighting games and an alleged round up of the various media products this fabled “Mick” engaged with – barely worth reading as anything other than a historical curiosity Continue reading…