My name is Eric, and I'm addicted...

to World of Warcraft. What was once a simple time waster has become an all-powerful life consumer. Hitting level 60, attaining ranks in PVP through hours upon hours of grinding, joining a guild and running an instance for HOURS, this has what I've become.

When I first got the game, I played casually, taking months off sometimes as "breaks." A year later, I'm at the end game, and I'm addicted. I've gotten level 60, currently a rank 7 (of 14), and joined a guild of around 100 people, and did my first instance (dungeon) raid with 20 other players. On top of guild duties, I MUST hit at least rank 13, which is a pain and very challenging to do.


I need a girlfriend. I need some kind of decent job.






I hate you WoW.


Currently my main realm is down for 36 HOURS, so I've decided to play an alt. I hate you realm.

I challenge you to a duel, "JT"

Justin Timerberlake, I hereby challenge you to a fight. You suck. Your music sucks. You're not sexy. You look like you'd have bad BO. You don't deserve to be famous, and I'm going to kick your ass because of it.

Let's see if you're man enough to fight a blogger who has less than 100 views (which are mostly from friends I'm sure) and has a heart condition.

ATTENTION STONERS: SHUT THE FUCK UP

Ever get the feeling that intelligence is a curse? I did a few days ago, when I went back to class, and heard the moronic babbeling of stoners. When I said that intelligence is a curse, part of that means when people (i.e. stoners) say stupid stuff (i.e. all the fucking time) it hurts the cranium.


A few examples of stoner stupidity:

1) [out of nowhere] "All I wanna do is smoke pot"
2) [also out of nowhere] "I'm never going to stop smoking cigarretes"

Who the fuck cares? Shut up.

3) [teacher going back to get something from her car] "She's probably going back to toke one up!" [stoner laughter]


And that's all from the same goddamn pothead. Some other annoyances from just about ever other bong-hitter is crap like:

4) [clock reads 4:20] "lyke omfg it's 4:20 lololololol"

5) Drawing pot leafs onto everything.

6) Smelling bad.


But to be fair, stoners don't "discuss" weed all the time, they also gossip about PARTIES!! Parties are the lowest form of entertainment (save for LAN parties). They're basically a gathering of a bunch of people who are more shallow than a half-filled 3 oz Dixie paper cup. Party goers act like partying is the most important thing in life. Those people are stupid. Like Paris Hilton. What a stupid whore. Who goes partying.

In short, Stoners - shut the hell up and wash your disgusting hair. My brain hurts from your inane babel and your putrid fumes.

Barry Bonds is King.

Seriously. He's the best player ever. He still manages to swing the bat with the grace of an angel (not a reference to Ana-.... LA) with muscles as large as his (and somehow steal bases). Barry makes Arnold look puny, so in theory Barry could be president easily. But sadly, that's not a good enough title for him, Barry is a king amongst men. Not to mention, his fielding percentage is an outstanding 1.000.

He's also the best humanitarian ever. Fuck Bono. All he does is complain a lot. Barry hits homers like whoa, which is easily enough awesomeness to feed a third world country.

So what I did was create a mathmatical formula that had 90 year old mathematicians popping wood: a foolproof forumla for determining the outcome of any baseball game.*


a^b=c

A = Barry
B = Bonds
C = game won


There you have it people, start placing your life savings on Giants games. You'll come out ahead guranteed. And since I'm the mastermind of this forumla, you should give me the winnings.




*Only works if Barry is in the game.

Welcome.

This is the greatest and best blog, take two. My previous host, www.modblog.com, went kaboom. After months of waiting for a fix, none is in sight, so I've decided to migrate. So let's forget about the previous greatest and best blog. This is the greatest and best blog, ever. Things you can expect to read here if I actually do updates (don't hold your breath, unless your name is Guybrush Treepwood):

• Rants about baseball and/or other sports.
• Rants about music
  
• Rants about society.
• Rants about emo kids.
• Rants about video games.
• Rants about rants.

I may throw in a non-rant every now and then (like posts about how great I am), just to keep you in line.



On a more serious note, I'd like to dedicate this entire blog (so here's hoping I do something with it) to the late and great Anya. We miss you.