My Royal Slothitude An The Reasons Behind It

Today, I've been emulating a sloth. I've embraced my fucking slothitude, mon! Only, not climbed any trees in super slo-mo or ate any rotten fruit while being infested with fire ants, or that shit. No, I lay in the bed, then ate some pizza and lay in the bed some more. Then I got up, showered, and lay in my bed watching couple of episodes of Doctor Who. Which is the most fucking brilliant show in the world. Then I ate some candy while lieing in the bed. There may have been some staring into emptiness and slowly drooling from the corner of my mouth, as well. To conclude: this day has been spent mostly horizontally doing nothing useful. (And yes, I had to check this.)

And that is because last night we tried to see if we could destroy all the liquor storages in a medium sized township in Northern Ostrobotnia if we just, like, drank really hard. Beer, port wine, whiskey, gin, nameless drinks which taste like tooth paste poisoning, nameless drinks which smell like nail polish remover, cider, home made wine... in short, every venom they sell.

It's always like that when partying with these guys. Carousers succumbed to the alcohol poisoning like fucking flies! First one to fold was Jaakko. He vanished from the Local Place like a ninja. First there was a vacillatious specimen of a Northen Beardy Gamer (a non-migratory species, by and large) sitting at a table smiling vaguely at everything and oculating the room with empty eyes. Then... he was gone! Only his knitted cap, gloves and backpack remained, otherwise he was mucho disappearamento, jefe! And as they sing... there's no footprints in cold October rain, man. Well, OK, they don't sing that as I just pulled that one out from my ass... but they could!

Then it was Tommi's turn. When the Local place closed and it was time to turn the attack on the center of Oulu Village, he just waved his wings and radioed to us: "... Red Leader, this is Red Fiver... My head is on fire and... fuel is just about spent... ...aking an attem... ...ome base... " Then he flew into the rainy blackness and we were all silent for a while listening to the somnolent roar of our jet engines. Lost an other comrade-in-arms on the same flight! This was gonna be a tough mission.

And just when we were concluding out mission, Outi and Petri flat out disappeared too. They did not even leave any pieces of clothing behind! Luckily there was some replacements from another flight so while the liquor stores were not destroyed, per se, we still damaged them to our maximum potential.

The MVP was Toni, hands down. First he almost won at Chaos in the Old World (Jaakko being still sober enuff to be the Slaaneshy winrar), then won at Munchkin, flew the whole mission without a scratch, drank like a horse and then he fucking won big time at the Black Jack table! And that's a feat to everyone who knows how crap RAY (Finland's Slot Machine Association) payout percentages are.

But yeah, apart from me drinking way too much and possibly (almost certainly) being a right prick, the evening was a success. But then again, if you look around and there's no morons or idiots around, you must be it, man. So I'll make a public apology right here and know, only it's, like insincere, man, as I cannot remember what I did to apologize for. Or much any details at all.

Destructive Instincts

It seems that I've neglected this blog I like to call My Dark Side, or the Whiny Pages, if you will. You see, I've promiscuously plunged meself into another blog. You'll immediately notice (or not, if you're a fucking retard) that over there at the other side I play it nice and write in Finnish. Yeah, I do feel kinda dirty doing that. Not fucking swearing like a sailor and no meany-beany shite about the things that I just know are lurking below the surface. You see, there's a vested interest involved. I like it that we have a nice, strong and vibrant roleplaying community here in Oulu and I just know that writing exposing and/or unflattering shit on it's own fucking web page is counterproductive in much the same way that shitting your pants is. I do not lie over there, but some things I... filter out. In this blog? The gloves are off over here, as these demented rambling are in their rightful context: indifferent internet noise, and cannot be misconstrued as valid criticism by any reasonable individual.

So what's that crap I do not write over there? Oh, you know the usual things that people do when there's more than two of them? They instantly organize into factions and start fucking blood-feuding, that's what. There are factions within the club and lots of people outside that folks do not want to have anything to do with. It's quite amusing, in fact. For which I feel kinda, but not enough bad, as these all are perfectly valid human emotions, these people are suffering in the throes of. I myself will try to not have anything to do with that, I'm trying to teflon coat meself and not limit my contacts to any one faction. Of course that means that I have a one-man faction right here, suffering from misjudged sense of superiority, but hey, popcorn!? But yeah, human nature and all that. Sooner or later I'll have an opinion about something and then... just one more potato in the pot, I am.

I also sense a lingering aroma of sexism and chauvinism mixed in the soup, and I must say I'm a bit floored by it, as thought that younger, educated Finns are way past them. But yeah, it only figures as sexism and chauvinism are sadly very deep-rooted in our society. In this club I seenothing overt, or exceptional, but it most certainly is there. I think, It's only because of novelty of the experience that I notice them in these young people, as I have encountered worse examples (and ye gods forbid, fucking unwritten practices) of sexism and chauvinism in each and every place I've worked. Plus in amongst my other acquaintances, there are definitely some very sexist individuals. Will not go into specifics there, but you'll see it when you know what to look for. The problem is, it is not easy to see stuff going on about in your own society or patterns of behavior on your fucking shiny-buttocked, matador-like, prancing-on-about-pompously self.

The gals (that remain, he was afraid) do not seem to mind too much, but the ugliest part about sexism is that it is so easy to go along with. Even I myself have uttered comments during my short time with these people, that I wish I could take back, as they have bordered on the thin red line, AND I'M WATCHING OUT FOR THOSE. So there's definitely an air of self-righteous, Holier-Than-Thou crap in this very blog entry too. Yeah folks, shocking it may seem, I know I have sexist tendencies myself, but there are others that have more and that's what I notice. I'l try to keep a closer watch of meself more carefully in the future, though.

What I think is good, as far as I have been able to to see it, that the grand majority of these folks treat a woman gamer just as another gamer. You get valued by your creative input, your skills, your persona and in true geek fashion the stuff you're into and own, more than your looks, plumbing or the prevalent ridiculous gender expectations. I just pray that that is more of an actual fact than wishful thinking. Let's just try to make it more of an actual fact, shall we?

All that aside, the hands down worst thing I have seen with these people is one horrendously homophobic drunken amok run by one individual in writing and boy was I surprised that instead of a verbal pile-in and a kicking-out-of-the-club, there was a wave of shus-shushing and 'there's-blame-in-everyone' garbage. WTF? This shit is serious and in some other countries you go to prison from hate speech.Here's to hoping I'll remember the nick correctly as there's the one person I myself will have nothing to do with. I just hope that this was an isolated incident and only one individual, but this was the episode that almost turned me off the whole club before I even had started to get to know anyone.

But yeah, that's it for the dark side of things. One thing I had forgotten was that young people are fucking bright. There's none of that emotional, psychological and physical baggage we thirty-somethings are lugging around (and like to call "life experience") and as a result their brains are nimble as nightingales as opposed to us 30+ folks being nimble as narwhals in regard to our mental faculties. I think that the flip side is that there exists a greater degree of absoluteness, idealism, and tunnel vision amongst these individuals, so one has to tread more carefully and cut more slack than one has been used to. But that's not a 'flip side' after all, it's just some good, old fashioned fucking human decency.