Gate-Six

Lately I’ve become rather enamored by the notion of Gentleman Rap. Namely Professor Elemental and Mr. B, the gentleman rhymer.
Yes, it’s a bit of a novelty act, I will admit that, but it’s still better than most of the shitradiating vomit that has been on the charts the last…decade or so?

Let me first start you off with a rather intriguing number from Mr. B.

Then a number from Professor Elemental, a character that is deserving of a comic for himself.

On other notes, it’s winter, it’s boring and whatcha gonna do about it beyond staying inside next to the fireplace? Which for an urban gentleman such as myself means heading to the bar to enjoy a few drinks with a beautiful young lady. Let’s have a cheer all around to the young ladies that make the world a brighter place. Go on, I’ll wait for you. If you ain’t got a drink, then head for the bar. It’s worth the effort. Oh, stop that, you know I am right. That’s better. But I’m keeping an eye on you from now on. And no, it’s not just because I fancy your sister, though she is quite fetching indeed. The fact that you would kill me, not as much a repellent as a enticement. Forbidden fruit and all that jazz, you know. If you were in my shoes, you’d do the same bloody thing, just admit it.

Is there another note beyond the first one? Hm, not right now I guess. Life is pretty much a perfect mix of bars and good looking people, both in my spare time and, more and more from now on, in a professional capacity. Dear gods, I feel like a kid let loose in a candy store, only I know there is a mallcop watching me somewhere, that being the universe in general and the most delightful sense of morbid humor, who will pounce upon me and do horrible things to me with a metaphorical nightstick. Or, you know, something worse. Something worse means that the nightstick isn’t metaphorical. Either way, I’m fucked. Also, I have no idea what I am going on about here.

To jump to something that I do know what I am going on about, let’s talk about Steam. That insidious platform of goblin malice and glee. Stupid as I was I fell into it’s web of horrors this x-mas and suddenly I had a shitload of games, little time to play them and, strangely enough, in some cases not nearly enough computer to run them. But they were so cheap and shiny… Dear gods, it was like running into a pack of straight-out-of-high school co-eds during happy hour at the bar. The one good thing this reminded me of is that I actually do like to play games. I love to play games. I just…didn’t. And I suddenly realized why, when I had to delete a certain something of my laptop to make room for my new shininess. WoW… In some ways it had ruined the joy of gaming for me and made it into work. Then right after I realized this, I read this article: The Psychology of Playing MMOs. It’s a good read. Go read it. Also, I got a bit worried as to exactly how much it described my situation. I’m also planing to jump into ye Olde Republice to side with the Naughty Chaps. Which is something we should all do. Just to make Lucas even richer, ’cause that man really deserves all our money, all the time. And, on that note, I’d like a solid gold lifesize statue of myself, my humongous penis and the lovestarved, gorgeous women that fawn over me. Yeah, about that… But give the game a shot at least, I was involved in the beta and it was bloody good fun.  Much more fun that I can remember having had while playing with my other addiction. And no, I’m not talking about pineapples. Fucking bloody stupid whore pineapples. They should all be shot in the mouth and be put into a giant blender to make me a tropical drink.
I fucking hate pineapples. They’re only good for eating.

I’m still a bastard and cherishing every single fucking moment of it.