Not to Fifty!

From Wikipedia.

"Captain America: Reborn #1 revealed that Steve Rogers did not die; the gun used on him instead transported him to a fixed position in space and time."

Fuck you Marvel.

I need to kick my add to the curb and learn to compose my thoughts like a real person. My personality (and attention span) is perfectly suited to twitter, and that is far too much shame for me to handle.

I swear to God, Geoff Johns, quit resurrecting people.If the Martian Manhunter shows up in Legion, then so help me...

My grades so far (in the classes I know them):

BS computer class that I don't know why the hell I had to take it: A.

Macroeconomics: B (should woulda coulda studied better)

Object Oriented Programming: C (to hell with that final, and no more classes at 9)

Principles of Mathematical Logic is hovering between a D and a C due to a massive and unexpected upswing of difficulty during the middle of the semester. May have to retake it, which would end poorly as that menas I wouldn't have time to retake Japanese and erase that F from my records.

I don't even know what to make of Calc II, although I am livid that I spent so much time trying to learn polar co-ordinates and they weren't even on there.

A few months ago, I had a particularly bad nightmare. The first one I'd really had since I was in elementary school.

In the nightmare, I did not exist. The earth did not exist. Space did not exist. All that was consisted of a single, massively complicated math problem that I was slowly but surely solving despite my lack of existence.

This equation was important. It described some unknown fundamental of the universe, some undiscovered law that, if found, would propel human understanding into a new, golden age.

The closer I got to solving the equation, the more singular my obsession with it became, and it began to dominate my entire being to the exclusion of all else. I was growing more and more terrified with every incomprehensible equality as this happened, and it came to the point where there was absolutely no rational thought left, replaced with pure, animalistic fear and the madness of the horrible equation.

It became simpler and simpler, more and more refined, until there were just a few steps left. These steps were blindingly obvious relative to the unholy gibberish the rest of the equation demanded, though they were still beyond any human comprehension. Finally, in a moment of pure horror and understanding, I completed the equation and I knew.

It was at that point that I woke up in a cold sweat.

In my barely awake stupor, it seemed like I still understood the equation. I'm pretty sure I muttered something that was supposed to be "Of course! It's so simple," but which probably ended up just being some kind of guttural moan. The more I thought about it, however, the fast it slipped from my mind.

When I went back to sleep, it started all over again. I found myself waking up in a cold sweat every hour or so. It was a miserable night.

And that is what it feels like studying for my Calc II final.

I refuse to tweet.

However,  I am not above having a twitter account to follow neat celebrities.

This next Tuesday (the 28th), the math department is having a cookout. All of the math majors will be there, and there will be free food and (presumably math-related) games for everyone.

I intend to go, but everybody I know is refusing to go with me on account of the word "math." I really don't want to go alone, because there's something about being the friendless guy in the middle of a bunch of math nerds that would really make me feel like I've hit rock bottom socially.

I don't like Rush Limbaugh either. But can we lay off the fat jokes? Please?

So, I was looking forward to the Green Hornet movie being directed by Stephen Chow. I was a little off put by Seth Rogan playing the Hornet (seriously, wtf?), but I thought Chow would be able to pull it off beautifully. He's one of my favorite directors.

Now, apparently, he's been replaced. Fortunately, he's still starring as Kato, but the movie will be directed by Michel Gondry, who consequently is another one of my favorite directors.

This movie is so gorram biziarre. I love it.

So, D&D!

This school year has been very good for me, dungeon-wise. We managed to find a replacement for Ginger (note: I'm going to use character names and note real names), who transferred to a different school and reduced our group from 4 to 3, which really isn't that much fun.

Anyway, we found a replacement in the form of Wendel, a total n00b. Because no one wanted new characters, we just allowed him to roll a low level character and tag along. That means he leveled fast, considering me and Sully, the other remaining player, were level 12 and 13, respectively.

HOWEVER. This posed several problems. First, everything we fought could kill him in one hit.

Second, we completely lost any sort of balance our team had. Sully is somewhat restricted in our current campaign; he gains spells by blighting plants, and we are in a dessert. Ginger had been our tank/damage dealer, being a high level monk, and Wendel was a lowbie Sorcorer who couldn't deal nearly as much damage. And, of course, I'm a bard, so I can't really do jack on my own. (I actually solved this problem by taking a feat which gave me the ability to attract an army of followers; I ended up attracting fighter one level lower than me who is totally ridiculous).

Third, Wendel didn't really understand the nature of the game at first, and by that I mean he didn't realize that his actions have consequences. Because of this, he actually spent the first leg of our journey in jail as Sully and I went off fighting dragons.

We got back from our trek, Wendel got out of jail, and our characters finally met. We joined up and headed out into the dessert to search through this pyramid. That's when our DM, a Final Fantasy enthusiast, promptly killed me with a Malboro. We spent a whole 'nother session just trying to revive me.

It was at that piont where, suddenly, 4 more people expressed interest in joining out of nowhere. Long story short (too late!), 3 of these people showed up next session, and I spent 3 hours or so teaching them the ropes and rolling their characters. It was pretty much just me, too, but that's what I get for being the rule goblin.

Of those three, only 1 (Malakai) showed up next session. However, he promised that the no-show fourth one still wanted to play, and that the no-show's girlfriend also wanted to play. So, with the promise of an massively expanded group, we decide to move our sessions from my measly little on-campus apartment to Malakai's ridiculously big house.

So, I spend another hour, hour and a half helping the new guy (Jack) get his character in order. Right after that, his girlfriend shows up. She's a little different from everyone else; of all the new players, she's the only one who's played before. And she even has a character rolled! Unfortunately, she had only played 2.0 before, and was wanting to try to transfer her 2.0 character to our 3.5 campaign.

For those reading this who didn't spend their youth in a basement, that shit don't work.

So, that's another hour of making up a character from scratch. I was almost considering quitting altogether at this point because, well, damn. That's a lot of time in character creation.

Anyway, we finally had a solidified group (The DM (controlling our fighter, Alan Iverson), Sully, Wendel, Malakai, Jack, Aurora, and me), and the part politics began almost immediately.

Sully is evil, and I'm good. Because we're actually kind of evenly matched, our characters have an uneasy truce; he doesn't try to kill me and I don't try to kill him. We sort of work to undermine each other's goals at times, but the truce keeps the party together.

I gained Malakai as a follower due to me helping him out of a jam.  Jack, being a scavenger, latched on to Sully in a sort of bully-underling scenario. Meanwhile, Malakai and Jack are conspiring behind our backs to try and gain the upper hand while simultaneously going through a little feud of their own.  

Malakai is trying have his character sleep with Aurora's while simultaneously trying to convince my character to sleep with her, though my character is pining for an NPC he met three campaigns ago. Jack, a necromancer, is trying to get a job at a graveyard so that he can have access to bodies. Aurora is busy trying to fend of Malakai's advances while being an all-around klepto. Sully is blighting everything he can get his hands on, essentially giving people an excuse to come after us and try to kill us. I'm the only one really focused on the quest (got to get back to wooing the governer's daughter!), and since this is my quest anyway I'm the de facto leader. And Wendel is... well, he just sort of wanders around messing things up.

So it's basically awesome.