So you and your band of confusingly evil friends are exploring a dungeon. You come across a Dryder and a few of his friends. Words are not minced and fighting lasts for what seems an eternity.
Your original targets finally die, but some where in the course of battle one your friends, stealthy one of course, lets it be known to other Dryders in the area that you are in a deadly tango with their friend.
Now here you are, the final battle, it’s almost over. You have the last Dryder cornered and he appears hurt. He backs away against the wall and offers to remove all the barriers from the room as long you back away and leave him be. He seems ready with something, something deadly…
Pop Quiz hot-shot, what do you do?
What any normal fool would do, you keep arguing with him telling him he’s gonna die. Real smart.
Too bad that 96 point Fireball Mr Dryder had as a readied action was big enough to destroy the Helm of Brillance sitting atop your friends head. Who happened to be dead smack in the middle of the group.
8 Prismatic Sprays, 19 Walls of Fire and 38 Fireballs later everyone is cripsy.
Nice going hot shot.
While trying to decide on what to write about next I realized exactly why I named this site Distorted Cerebration.
The thing is, that I find it difficult to decide because every thought leads into another thought which becomes entangled into the first, becoming it’s own (wait for it).. distorted thought, which leads into another, engulfing the first.
And so on and so on.
So if I think about writing about the complexity of the issue of my father, I end up on the other end trying to decide how to elloborate about my issue with respect in the workplace.
It gets very confusing trying to follow the conversations in my head.
Almost makes me wonder who was really crazy.. my ex-girlfriends or me. Well in a manner of speaking I guess it was me considering that I stayed with them as long as I did. But being accused of being possesed by the Devil and trying to decipher the meaning of a H-Spot from a druken lightweight in the course of a game of druken cherades, methinks is enough to say that I was the saner of the group.
What was I talking about again?
So I was sitting one day recently thinking “my god, I don’t feel like farming more motes of fire”, so I started the process of trying to find something else to do. That was a short process…
- I can watch tv
- I can watch a movie/video
- Already watched everything I have twice, in the past week or so
- Not in the mood for the rest
- I can call….
- Yeah there’s no one to call
- I can clean the inside/outside of the house
I can ….
So as you can see, Twaint much I long to do. Yeah I am sorta an addict to World of Warcraft (which is where the motes of fire thing comes from), but even that’s starting to get old. Tired of it really. Not so much of the game but the lack of my own progression. I could become a hard core raider, raiding every night, but the thought of doing that for more than a month straight hurts my brain.
So here I am. Writing, bitching, ranting, etc. all over again. It’s something to do, I guess.
Actually I don’t have to guess. Many moons ago I started blogging cause I needed something to do to forget failed relationship #3. The girl + 2 kids + lazy father + crazy 25yr older ex-boyfriend = More drama that was meant for any man or the Lifetime channel (if that’s even still around… remember no cable?). Through all of that bullshit I still sat there trying to win her heart. In retrospect I might of been happier if I just hit it and quit it.
Hit it and quit it is very much not me… but considering my past, it has some merit 
So what’s gonna be different about this blog this time? Well…. not much really, except that I plan to remove that internal filter that I have and speak my mind on everything. At least here on this blog I will try to follow the mantra “No one is safe, No one is innocent”. Meaning names, places, people, etc will all be aired into this little void I call a blog. The reasoning being that I’m tired of this shit tortuing my mind. Time to let others suffer (or not) for a bit.
That’s not to say there won’t be exceptions to that rule. Most work matters won’t be aired here. Well at least they won’t get specific names 
. But there are some things that I just can’t share about the work place. Also if I do finally find another half/Girlfriend, then there are some things I won’t mention on here. No matter how cool this imaginary woman could be, I doubt she would appreciate me telling you how and where she likes it.
And for the curious. No I don’t live in my Mom’s basement.
Going to try to keep a blog again. But my eyes burn right now, so I’ll get to this a little bit later.
Be worried though. Be very worried.
