Apathy, My Apathy

*sigh*

I'm feeling very French today.

*le sigh*

Apathy.  Uh.

You know, I've never really understood the moods the Master Manipulator (every store needs one) and Little Barrera go through with miniature games - over the past few decades, I'm almost always interested.

Not so much, since Feast.  It's a combination of things, including the weather change and a busy work schedule.

I've tried to fight it.  Let's see what I've been (forcing) working on:

On the Way to a FNIF, I Wrote This. News and Daemons at 11.

Caption Contest or What?

This may be the strangest article to come out of my (divided) digital mind to date.  I was trying to write a Friday Night Internet Fight, since Dethtron has a paper that's due, but I just ended up writing a long opinion piece.  I'm back to the drawing board, but you get to suffer through the scraps.

There's a lot being said online about Daemons right now.  Some of it I can understand, even if I don't necessarily agree.  Some of it's just ignorant; here's my favorite!

I'm pretty sure I'm drawing the intended conclusion.  Namely, that the Daemon Codex (or Necrons, or Orks, or...) is so poor that any success with it automatically renders that success suspect.  That the gap between Daemons and the competitive Codexes is so great that only poor event format, poorly skilled opponents, or blind luck can account for any success, even in the hands of a skilled player.

Lordy, but that's genius ego on a whole new level!  I literally laughed 'till I cried.  Still, as much as I thought some of the comments were ignorant (and written by Yes-Men), the same can be true on any major blog or forum... except my articles, of course!  Here's the original article on Yes the Truth Hurts, which is worth a quick once over:

Random Pics, Chosen At Random. Randomly.

I'm a bit blah today. More than a bit, truth be told. I'm very mood-oriented, so not only do I try to surround myself with good people but I try hard to be one myself. It's why Not Brent, who's just bad beans, at his worst is only vaguely naughty.  I'm my own company and all that, so it pays to get along.

Hello, Ego? How About a Slapping?

Ego is thinking you can make Footdar work against your nemesis.

Have I mentioned I'm attending Da Boyz GT in Rochester, New York in November?

I'm making the trip with Thomas and Nick, Goatboy and Darkwynn respectively - they talked me into it!

I'll finally get a chance to meet the man with the plan, good ol' Chumby himself.  He's attended the event's primer and made something of a splash... how, you say?  By playing his game.

Day Boyz is a heavily comp'd event.  How's that for a kick in the pants!  So Chumby caused a splash by playing a hard army in a fluff fight.  Who should change?

Should anyone?

Look, I'll be honest here - the Battle for Salvation is much more my speed and there's a big part of me that regrets we're not attending that one.  Still...

...and this is a big still...

...Da Boyz is an established event with a great reputation.  I'm sure I'll have a good time.  I just have to decide how I want to play.

More Cross Circulation Geekdom

*EDITED POST*

Speaking of Bell, could enough people climb out of the basement to make fun of my hair? Seriously, how little do they know me? I go all week wearing a square-cut - if I want to wear a faux-hawk to the ComicCon, who cares? It's a ComicCon! Who, exactly, should I try to impress?

I swear, I'd grow a mullet for the weekends if I could... I work hard enough during the week that I sincerely, 100%, positively don't care once Saturday rolls around - but enough of all that! Here's the cream de la cream of Cross Circulation Geekdom videos.

My Friends Aren't Funny; the Joke is Dead

Here's an issue I'd hoped never to have to deal with. Some friend(s) of mine - and I don't know who - have engaged in behavior I'm ashamed of and effectively ruined a funny gag. Allow me to explain.

CliffNotes: Brent talks about   Strike all that; basically, someone isn't as clever as he thinks he is and killed a good joke.

Au Contraire!

Remember this gem?  A gentleman by the name of ZatoichiBlindSword (actually Jeff, but nicknames are what they are, I guess) offered some unsolicited advice on my YouTube account.

CliffNotes: Jeff comments and I respond.  Fun!

Depending on how long you've been reading Strictly Average, you may or may not know that I sometimes delve into the crazy world of Video Battle Reports.  Why?  Why else?  I want you to like 'em.  Still, some of them are better than others, and ol' Jeff is right about one thing: the video he commented on sucks pretty hard.  Still, I don't edit myself...

Proof of Project Mayhem!!

My brent@strictlyaverage.com email address blew up yesterday with people sending me proof of something that has, until now, only been a rumor.

Today, we ask then answer the question: Does Project Mayhem exist?  Is Dethtron walking at the head of a group of internet anarchists?  That's two questions.

CliffNotes: Today, we ask then answer the question: Does Project Mayhem exist?

Don't click to read more unless you're ready for the awful truth.

The Ugly, Ugly History of Not Brent

So Part III of On Blogging is up on Blood of Kittens, and if you didn't know by now the interview was with Dethtron from SELF-EDIT *masculine reproductive equipment* Move.

You can find the link here.

CliffNotes: A possibly possible version of the origins of Not Brent.  Oh, and and in the spirit of duality that is Brent / Not Brent, there are two pictures of quite possibly the coolest stolen content conversion ever.

Here's an interview question that didn't end up in the final article...

My therapist wants to know why you torment me with Not Brent.  What is that and how did it get started?

It's Not a Rodney King World

I'm not really sure what to say today.  I'm a bit maudlin about the interwebz internecine infighting.  It doesn't usually get me down because I attempt to foster within myself a spirit of optimism.  I'm a grad student now, a Social Worker shooting for my terminal degree... and not because I want to help people.

Unicorns Don't Exist... EDITED

One day, when I was stalking Jawaballs - and yes, many of my stories start that way now, just like many of my stories used to start with, "I was drunk in a bar somewhere..." when I was in my twenties - I heard described the mythic Unicorn...

Tau Online: Meltdown, and One Monumental Jerk

It was vaguely interesting, but not much more than that.

I went to Tau Online for the first time today, just to see if there was more to the story, an official word or something.  I repeat, I've never been there before; as a general rule, I don't care much for forums.  I have an account at the BoLS Lounge, but that's it.  I don't think my number of posts has hit double-digits.

So I get there and start reading the first thread.  The meltdown was mildly amusing.  The ranting began, followed by the anger.

Then I was assaulted by a screen full of the most disgusting, perverted images I've ever had the misfortune to see in one place. 

Drinking the Kool Aid

I wanna be super-serial whicha uno momento, s'il vous plait.  I've just downed the Kool Aid and it turns out it was spiked.  Here's some rambling stream of unconsciousness comin' at ya.

Chances are, someone thinks you suck.