I have been thinking about Mindsay a fair bit in the past few days. First of all, it's quite old. I don't even remember how old I was when first I blogged. I think about thirteen, this isn't my first Mindsay account, since the first one I made got compromised.

Second thing I thought about with Mindsay was how many people live(d) in my county. The first two people who come to mind are Smurfy, and THE GREAT CORNHOLIO. This isn't to say I don't know of about seven people that live(d) near me.

The next thing I wanted to rant about was warped global perception of time. However I am too tired.

By this point I'm rubbing my eyes, and I'm awake. We sit down and eat, and tells me she needs to get music from a cd to her pc (it was alread on there) into an email. This pc won't connect to the internet. This calls for a flash drive, so I plug in the flash drive and get to work. I find the file and it's unknowntrack 9.XXXXXXX (I don't even remember). This format wasn't being accepted by any media players, or even my flash drive, so I have to decrypt it and convert it to an mp3 and then blah blah 3 hours later I'm sitting here. It's 7 am. GAH.

What has been incredibly different about this Summer is my sister being in Russia. Jacque's been teaching English, working at the Olympics (Don't ask, I'm not too sure), and spending time with her fiance /shiver. Aside from the heat, and the Soviets nothing big has happened. 

Looking back to Spring I can't help but feel a bit saddened by my Dad's death. Not so much his actual death, but the fact that I never really got to know him. In his ladder years he was doped up constantly, and about a week before my birthday, he was diagnosed with lung cancer. I didn't take it so hard, but my other sister, Daphne, had to have. She was living with him, and was in jail while he was at a hospice. This still hadn't phased me, until he died exactly one day before my birthday, on March 27th. When I was there, it seemed a lot of people knew me "Oh, this is the John?" "well I haven't seen you since you were ....tall." Surprisingly enough, I didn't know any of them. I kept hearing stories about how my dad was one of the best protesters in the state, how he was an Artisan Jeweler, Leather Smith, and Silver Smith. How he was a Scout Master. I was envious; all I knew of my dad was how he was far too into drugs for his own good. This was the first day in over a year that I wanted to drown my discontent in a bottle.

Anywayyyyyyyyyyys. Enough about all this. How is everyone?

  If you've ever played an arena game, or a real time strategy you'll fit right in, as it follows both. On a symmetrical map you battle with four players, against another group of five. Using terrain, positioning, and timing you make the best of a situation, where tons of different elements clash. To put a word on the genre it's part of the Moba style (multiplayer online battle arena).

If you want to check the game out you can do so here. Feel free to send me an invite ingame when you do, my nickname is FacepalmExtreme. 

In closing, hey Mindsay, I'm back .