Most improved - NZFL 2012

The thing I am most stoked about is not that I won.
But more that I was also voted most likely to mud wrestle with...
A true honour. 

First taste of ETF2L

So about 3 days ago I put my recruitment thread up on ETF2L...

And last night I trialled...

The thing is that I have grown accustomed to auzzie div 2. And as it turns out, Euro div 6 is uhhh... yeah... not exactly that level...

Long story short, I played demo... missed every rollout and still arrived before the other demo. Wildly jumped in the other teams face continuously. Walked across point like it aint no thang. And generally played like a retard...

And yet somehow...

Some. How.

This team thought I was doing well.

Somehow we managed to win rounds.

Somehow div 6 etf2l was simultaneously the worst and best experience of my life.

I am torn as to whether I should carry on whith this ridiculous division or try find an actual non donkey level team...

D:

LIFE CHANGING DECISIONS!

Second Christmas

So today I realised why my gaming friends are some of my best friends :)
Opened up steam this morning and found that I had 4 gifts.

Squeeeeee.

SECOND CHRISTMAS!!!

Prototype, Walking Dead, Skyrim, and Civ V.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

<3 Big thank-you <3

However now I dont have a decent excuse other than rainbows and ponies to be playing Dungeon Defenders :(

EDIT: today keeps getting better :3 Orcs must die 2 and a TF2 parrot. yes. 

<3

EDIT 2: Bioshock 2 and Prototype added to the list of amazing second christmas presents :3 

I am actually overwhelmed that anyone other than myself thinks of me ever ^_^

Sometimes you win...

Today has not been a good day.

No less than three things have gone horribly wrong...

1) I woke up this morning (3am) with some kind of debilitating cramp in my left calf muscle... now... when I say debilitating I mean I woke up, saw my leg contracted in a contortionists pose and realised about 3.4 seconds later that that must really fucking hurt. Yep. 30 minutes later I wrangled my leg and stretched it into some resemblance of normality and the screaming pain subsided.

I went back to sleep thinking this was the worst the day had to offer.

2) Awoke again at 6am to a email that should have bourne good news... Instead found out that my masters and PhD courses which I am applying for is not able to be funded because I have not lived in this miserably wet and cold country for the 3 years now required. This is bad news. I now need to find thousands of pounds to put me through my Msc and PhD in Archaeology Systems. This did not please me.

I now need to find a job in a coal mine, or other sweat-factory type arangement to fund my next 3-7 years of study...

But remarkably the searing pain of a calf muscle bent 270 degrees, and the emotional trauma of being told you now have to slave labour in some back alley factory to fund your post-grad research was nothing... NOTHING compared to this afternoons horrors...

3) cold. sour. tea.

A fate worse than hell itself.

Seriously. I never understood the British obsession with tea... Until now...

Today I learnt that a bad cup of tea is truly the most grotesque thing that you could impose upon a person... That a tea sullied by bad leafs and rendered in luke-warm water was possibly the least enjoyable thing in the world...

Whilst the rest of my day was less than outstanding I can at least take comfort in the fact that I live in a world where horrid, burnt, sullied tea is not the norm... and that things could most definitely be worse...

Ehmhergherd dungeon defendurrrs

First night back to gaming after 2 months away from a pc, and the first thing i play? Dungeon defenders.

TF2 needed an update. And dungeon defenders has rainbows, cuteness and ponies. Squee.


Dont judge me.

At the moment i have some form of horrifying makeshift desk set up out if container crates, a painting and three bits of string... Its not pretty but it does serve to hold my laptop (cringe) and my mandatory cups of tea.

A whole new world!

Well shit. Here we go. Landed from fieldwork in Egypt. Here in the UK to begin my new life as a gaming archaeologist.

There is no good place to start this story.

So instead ill jump in about my personal and probably widely regarded as accurate descriptions of the UK…

The first thing to know about the UK in winter, is that it is fucking cold.

Having just come from 6 weeks in a desert I was not exactly well attired for the ball-shrinking cold that awaited me out of Gatwick.

In retrospect a summer dress and sandals was never going to be an appropriate choice for a winter climate. And I regretted my life choices the second I stepped off the plane. And continued to regret my life choices for the next hour of waiting at the baggage rack, where apparently heating is some kind of new-fangled luxury not afforded to incoming passengers.

On the upside, despite the cold, I looked fab-u-lous. Darling. One woman remarking: That is a darling dress, but aren’t you cold?

I wanst about to let these british folk get one up on me. So I lied. NO IM FINE ITS PERFECTLY WARM. DON’T EVEN CARE.

Sure showed them. Dealing with a badass here.

Yeah.

The second thing to know about the UK is that there is a strange obsession with tea and food in general here. Since arriving I have been treated like a recovering anorexic, with food being shoved in my face every 2 seconds and prompt insistence that its rude to refuse eating it. Mince pies, turkey, ham, chocolate, tea, tea, tea, ham, scones, tea, pork pie, tea. The list of things one must eat is actually unfathomable. Quite possibly being as extensive as the known universe itself.

In light of this, once it becomes warm enough to not die on the inside everytime I step outside the house I will have to begin a regime of running to balance out the insane amounts of food I am currently being force fed.

My new abode is located in an old barn, in the middle of nowhere. Ducks and other forms of wildlife are prolific around these parts. This is quite abit different to the warm, noisy city living I had become accustomed to in NZ. However, its quite beautiful. So provided I don’t get mauled by a fox or other form of wild creature I will quite enjoy the scenic vistas of this place.

That’s all for now.

Time to go post recruitment threads on etf2l and apply to some archaeological jobs.

And drown slowly in billions of cups of tea.