No. Are you really sure?

Blogger is a crule mistress, she often taunts me with my low page views and poor spelling (though that's probably more a Firefox thing). But her most evil act (if we personify Blogger as a weird cross between an Accountant and a Herald) is her habbit of asking: "Do you really want to post that?".

"No Blogger, I just spent 2 hours writing a thesis on the canonical connections between Pac-Man and Dig-Dug, and I want to keep it to myself."

The above is entirely true and a perfect representation of how the exchange goes, I have written long posts only for a safty mesure to question me and my self doubt to add another post to my ever growing list of drafts. Or even worse, the entier post is deleated save for the title when I go to save it as a draft.

Also as an additional note, the checks to make sure you made the right decision pnly ever occur in computer based activities: ebay, changing the setings on my PC and video game shop NPCs just to name a few. But in any other circomatance such a check would never happen, it'd feel so awkward and out of place. Just imagine you go into a shop to buy a pair of pants, if when you went up to the register and handed over your money the person behimd the register asked of you were really sure, if you were absoloutly aure you wanted this item...you'd think it was shoddy or that something was wrong with it. So why are fine with this check in electronic interactions? Just something to think about... Cause i've got no answer.

Heart of the Cards

About a year ago (as I tend to do every few years), I got interested in the Pokémon Trading Card Game. Since the late 90's when it first was a thing and I purely collected them cause it was as close to actually completing a Pokedex in real life. Then after a stint of Yu-Gi-Oh in high school I became interested in how the game actually played and started making decks from my mammoth collection. But the phaze had passed for most people so I had no one but myself to play against, so games became mainly theoretical.

So a year ago, I get interested in the TCGs again but the frustrations of regular gameplay are just too much, the resource gathering and luck of prize cards are just no fun, so I start to think how one could make a good card game without them, have it be fast and fun. Within a few hours I had the basic rules and about two dozen cards for what ended up being called: Meme King Gold.

The cards were based on internet memes and pop culture referances and the rules were based on a stylized internet argument. After brain storming with a fellow uni student and doing some play testing we ended up with about 120 cards, a full set of rules, 5 structured decks and no play testers. Lots of people liked the idea but didn't have the time. It was a great idea we just had no way to properly work it or get it out to a larger audiance or any audiance.

To date my card game love has since shifted to Magic the Gathering and Meme King Gold has been shelved indeffinatly (I'd feel bad not having the other guy who helpped involved, we sort of drifted apart at the end of semester).

As it turns out I'm a 16 year old girl and write poetry sometimes.

I'm always here, I'm always there,
To back you up when things aren't fair.
When your out so long, and your girlfriends say,
That legs just shouldn't look that way.
That your bust's too small, that your hips're too wide,
That beneath the male gaze there's nowhere to hide.

And you come home and tell me true,
That no sane man would ever like you.
And I sit here and point out flaws,
That under a microscope are worse than 'Jaws'.
But on a normal day under normal lights,
You're a total 10 in those black tights.

But still it stings that would would think,
My undying love for you is hinged on clothes.
That how you show off your augmented bust,
Or how you swing your hips is a must.
Rather the girl I met, I must love,
Her pants that fit like a gossier glove.

It's human nature to judge by looks,
To pidgeon-hole by if they carry books.
That glasses or a fitted bra,
Matter more than if she can drive a car.
That my love for you, and it alone,
Would make you feel beautiful.