That just piss me the hell off.

I'm not talking little annoyances like the guy in the office with the ridiculously loud voice. I'm talking things and people who make me want to track them down and vivisect them.

That's right. Jack Thompson! (Alright. Not really. I just threw that out for Mads *blows a kiss*)

In actuality this is probably going to be a two day rant. Today it's all about entitlement.

I loathe and despise the entitlement attitude that the vast majority of the world seems to have with every fiber of my being. I hate it the way raiders hate casuals and soloers hate everyone.

What set me off this time was a discussion about fluff items in game. Can you freaking believe? Something that has no effect whatsoever on your game play. It's a triviality at best, and yet there are people out there frothing at the mouth and whining like little bitches about this.

Mind you, these people will whine like little bitches about any and everything. The biggest whine is that SOE deliberately excludes people. Especially people who aren't American. Contests are thought up with the sole and express purpose of blowing off any customer who doesn't live in the US. My response to that? Bull. Shit. And quite frankly it blows my frelling mind that you are actually that shallow and self absorbed and CHILDISH to really think that a major company, located in the US, would seriously sit down at a meeting and ponder all the ways they can tell the rest of the world to go eff themselves. Grow the hell up.

What set me off? Fan Faire cloaks. That's right. People who preregistered for Fan Faire and managed to drag their pasty white arses out to the desert to sweat and suffer from sun exposure got a little fluff item just for going. It's pretty and purple (WOO!) and it shoots off fireworks. Wow. That's a frelling game breaker right there. Stop the goddamn presses! That's gonna swing all the raids. EVERYONE NEEDS ONE!!! Oh wait. Not everyone made it to Fan Faire. Well, hell. Everyone should get them anyway! Cause that's just elitist and exclusionary and just flat out rude. If everyone doesn't get it, no one should.

* boggle * SG-01, who is a rather lovely and sweet boy, came from overseas to go to Fan Faire. Gods only know how much it cost him. I called in favours, begged, borrowed, and sold off one of Radar's kidneys in order to make it to Fan Faire. It isn't exactly like I flashed my tits at SOE and got a spiffy little item just by virtue of living in the boil on the ass of the US or anything.

And yet there are honestly people out there in the world who still think it's all about them. The people who made the effort and sported the cost of getting out to this event and supporting their game and the company who makes it shouldn't get anything as a gesture of thanks or appreciation. You know what? My 5 year old is more mature than that. People like this make me sick and honestly make me fear for the future.

This whole "give me," "I deserve," "I am owed" mentality is truly frightening. It's a rampant freaking disease. Instant gratification and self absorbed behaviour is becoming the norm and it's throwing society down the toilet at a rapid little swirl.

Grow. Up. Not. All. About. You.

* twitch *

I wish I could say there was something profound and life changing about it.

But yeah. Not really. Today is just like any other day. I don't feel wiser or old or anything else that is supposed to be attached to the mystical 3-0. Just isn't blowing my skirt up.

I may very well be defective.

On the other hand... In the month or so preceding my induction into the land of grown ups (yeah, right) I have come to the decision that it's time to stop messing around and go back to school so I can get a real job. Cause this working for 15$ an hour crap is old.

I've also been giving serious thought to my love life. Or perhaps lack thereof. It isn't that I don't know what I want. I do. I'm actually quite thoroughly and completely certain of what I want... It's now a matter of getting the courage worked up to do something about it.

So... yeah. 30 is really no big deal. Maybe 40 will be...

It's labour day and the kiddos are back in school.

I always had to go to school on my birthday because it oh so conveniently fell after labour day. Such a freaking bummer.

As I stare straight into the face of 30, I'm looking back at my life and wondering how the hell I made it this far. Then I wonder what the hell I've done and come up with the answer: Not enough.

So it's time for some changes. I'm going to go back to school (or try, at least cause there's no law says they have to take me) and get an advanced degree and actually start doing something with my life. I think I've screwed around at this whole work a job I don't like and barely get by thing far long enough. It's time to get serious.

So I'll be leaving behind childish things... Except for games. And maybe I'll hang onto that whole soulmate thing too...

There are people in this world, who for whatever reason, are giant dickwads (for want of a better word). I'm not sure if they mean to be or if they just can't conceive of how they come across to others.

You all know the people I mean. You've run across someone who can take the most innocuous and simple thing and make it offensive and condescending all at once. Someone who, no matter how hard you try, you cannot help but to despise.

The worst thing about these people is that they are convinced of their own superiority. They don't realize that their attitude of perfection makes them abhorrent to others. They don't realize that their puling little demands for respect and recognition make them a laughing stock. They are so certain that everyone else recognizes their genius that they can't understand how incredibly hateful they really are.

Even worse than that, though, are the people who suck up to these odious pieces of crap. The people who, for whatever reason, buy into the bullshit. Either they've fallen prey to the flattery and general butt licking dished out by these parasites to those they see as being in a position of power and therefore able to advance them or they just flat out are too stupid to understand that these people are only superior in their own minds.

My tolerance for people such as this has dropped to being almost completely non-existent. That will happen when you've been married to one for almost all of your adult life and had to be put down and trampled on because you were never good enough for them in all their shining glory. It's absolutely repugnant to me that anyone can really treat another human being... or hell an animal... or any living thing with so much contempt. I honestly think there's something mis wired in their brains. I pray it isn't genetic and can't be passed on. Cause that's one genetic anomaly that needs to die right the hell out.

I don't get why I can't have groovy mutant powers but people can be ginormous assholes. Freaking unfair life * grumble *

I'm fairly easy to get along with. I've got my moments. Usually rudeness or general asshattishness sets me off.

There's a very short list of people with whom I will not associate with. Group, raid, whatever.

It's hard to get on the bad side of me, but node jacking is one of the things that is just so inconsiderate and rude that I'll go ahead and toss your name, and sometimes that of your entire guild on the "not to be grouped with ever" list.

I found one of those this morning. My little provisioner is almost level 70. This makes me a very happy camper as I wanted to get her to 70 before RoK launches in November.

Since she was desperately in need of supplies in order to finish the push to level 70, I took my big Inq out to do some harvesting. There was already someone there, so I figure okay... we can share cause there's a lot of nodes right here...

Right?

Guess not. Little miss I have no manners was jacking every node she could get her grimy little hands on and even to the point of harvesting from one I was already on. Needless to say that I got thoroughly annoyed at this show of poor manners and immediately slapped her and her guild on the list.

Fortunately, I got invited to go on a DeathToll raid. It was great!

Not as great as THE RAID... Where Coy and Dar tossed their hate transfers up on Radar so that he kept dying just for turning on auto attack... because let's face it, nothing will ever be a better raid than that. But it was truly fun.

It was their first time in DT as a guild and I'm in awe of how well they did. We took down Tarinax on the very first pull. I know he's been toned down a lot, but I was still very impressed. On top of that, they all seem to be total sweeties.

So, I know where I'm going to be getting my raiding fix from here on out.

I keep starting these all over the place (okay well I've got two... One of em I had to give up cause I couldn't remember the password to get into it and the other I keep up with sporadically when I'm feeling introspective).

This one is gonna be a bit different. It will likely consist largely of rants, and I'll actually tell a few people that I'm writing it. Won't that be fun?

We'll just call this my geek blog and let you all figure it out from there.

I might even toss up the occasional bit of fiction for everyone to rip to shreds. Yay me.

I won't be censored here, so... Don't read it if you're going to be offended. Or do... Cause some people could use a good healthy dose of offense in their lives.

And in closing? I blame Lisa and the Bum... If anyone actually continues to read this? They will too * nod *