Seriously?©

So Disney announced it’s intention to buy out Marvel Entertainment for 4 Billion dollars… that’s billion with an “illion”.  Consider this merger for one moment… we’re talking the company with probably the most global marketing reach buying out the company with over 5,000 characters and who has already produced things like “Spiderman”, “Iron Man”, “X-Men”, and “Blade”.  Sounds like a pretty positive situation …. Well that’s not how the fanbois feel ….

The best place to learn about the economics of the big deal and the socio-political ramifications of the merger of these two powerhouses is clearly to go to a site like CNN or The Wall Street Journal.  Unfortunately, I don’t know what their website URLs are so I chose to go to the next best thing… a comic book fan site to get the real, unbiased word on the street.  At this site, SuperHero Hype, the comments section is ablaze with helpful tips for the CEOs, words of reassurance for Marvel fans, and open arms to embrace the Disney characters….  It all starts like this:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Never in my lifetime did I expect to see the end of Marvel. Now that Disney has control of it there will never been anything aimed toward adult readers ever again and every story is going to be flowers and daisies and they are gonna put all their little douche-bags from the Disney Channel in Marvel movies and they will suck major ass. I was really looking forward to the next Marvel movies, but now Iron Man is not a drunk, Wolverine gives people angry looks and they go away, Hulk turns happy instead of angry. Goodbye Marvel I loved you so, you will be missed.

Well at least you’re not over-reacting….

I can see the cross-overs now Spider-Man and Uncle Scrooge versus Doc Ock and the Beagle Bros. Hulk vs Donald Duck. Darkwing Duck joins the Avengers.

What is the obsession with ducks here?

“Next Summer, Zac Efron is Spider-Man”

Soundtrack by The Jonas Brothers.

Personally, I would put the Jonas brothers as the villains ….

This is bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad! Goodbye autonomy!! The main thing that Marvel had over DC was that they were not chained to a studio but rather were independant. Now Disney will be to Marvel what WB is to DC. This is truly a sad, sad day. F*** the damn Mouse House!! These are the idiots who created the lousy Pirates of the Crap-a-bean movies! They will screw with Marvel’s early success, GUARANTEED!!!

FYE, Pirates of the Crap-a-bean franchise made a little over 2 Billion dollars profit… that bought half of Marvel right there….

Man WTF has happen to my marvel,first it was hasbro taking over the toy lines na making them gay,now disney will take all those badasses in the marvel world and turn them into gay zack effron wannbes,oooo but wait we will get good animation like wolverine saves shrek from the kings men LOL..well the marvel Gods have broken my faith..noooooooooo

I’m not sure who Zack Effron is, but his name pops up in the comments more then Micky Mouse’s… oh ye of little (broken) faith

And in a very special issue of IRON MAN, Tony Stark wines and dines PRINCESS JASMINE, CINDERELLA, ARIEL, and BELLE all in one night. He then suits up to battle his new nemisis, Billionaire industrialist SCROOGE MCDUCK!!!!

Well who can blame him for Ariel.. that chick is hot

For me, personally, this date will live in infamy. I am almost physically sick to hear this news. Such a shame.

Ya… this and the day the Squirtle was captured by Team Rocket… sad days indeed …

I KNOW WE LIVE IN THE “FREEDOM OF SPEECH” ERA BUT WHOEVER IS BEING A NEGATIVE BYCH HERE SHOULD SLAP THEMSELVES FOR EVERY NEGATIVE WORD NO FOR EVERY ALPHABET WRITTEN OF THEIR COMMENT BY THE END OF THE LAST SLAP/ALPHABET YOU ALL WOULD FEEL REINCARNATED INTO A BETTER HUMAN BEING

Thank God SOMEONE stuck up for Disney… finally the voice of reason could be heard….

Does this mean Spider-ham will FINALLY be made into a movie?

See?  There’s always a silver lining…

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DISNEY IS GONNA MESS UP MARVEL GOOD…NO MORE KNIFES AND GUNS….JUST FLOWERS AND FUN!!! EVERY BODYS GONNA BE FRIENDS AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER……SO SAY GOOD BYE TO ALL THE REAL STORIES EVERYBODY

And when you do… say it all IN CAPS SO THEY CAN HEAR YOU OVER THE SHOUTING…

Disney take the advice of uncle Ben, “With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility.” Don’t F it up!

No point will be taken more seriously then when it quotes a movie about a guy bitten by a radioactive spider who climbs on walls and wears spandex covering his entire body

Hi All

Well one thing is for certain but this to me smacks of the “Anti-Stark” and his not to mention the Linderman(s) etc of the world and their “Master Control” Program. which if that turns out to be the case will leave me and quite a few others out there little to NO CHOICE but to show up at next years Comic Con 2010 & TEAM UP with “The Dude” FLYNN Himself and “De~Rezz” virtually ALL of those who want the “MCP” to kick in, nothing anyone can do post/says or otherwise will change that fact!!. because by then will have also gone on a certain late night talk show with any luck because even getting through can be a real B**. spreading the GOOD (or otherwise) WORD TO MILLIONS WORLDWIDE!!. not to mention have put the word out to the ENTIRE “CLASSIC” GAMING COMMUNITY!!. so might or probably will make the next issue of “Video Game Collector” http://www.vgcollector.com because well the Comics Code Authority at this rate WILL BE THE LEAST OF OUR PROBLEMS. also a big “RIGHT ON” to Daniel Boone Is Dead, Ice Pick Of Time, Mike_Weezey, Papa Shory AND Three (3) Way!!!.

uh… wat?

Hi Again

Sorry folks but in my book Disney hasn’t ruled since before most of you were born back in the day when “The Wonderfull World Of Disney” was still being aired along when they were working on TRON!!. in the days of “Fox & The Hound” but at least their working on the Sequel that’s right folks the “Legacy” lives on & SO AM SORRY TO STATE TO ALL COBRA/GALAXY/KAOS & SPECTRE AGENT(S) but so does “FLYNN” RE: Lives that is. oh and “SAVE DISNEY” http://www.savedisney.com

also as you may have guessed am a HARDCORE “Old School” Classic Gamer with the Hardware etc to prove it. THIRTY (30) plus years of computer/Tech Experience so clean up isn’t a problem. but also should know have informed the allies of Alan (1) One & “FLYNN” VIA the classic gaming community By way of Digital Press http://www.digitpress.com which by the way also consists of ENDLESS contacts within the Game Programming Community both PAST AND PRESENT!!.

uh…… WAT??

Disney to Acquire Marvel for $4 Billion!
This means 4 Billion angry fans!

Well there you have it… your opinion is worth exactly $1…. I, for one, trust his math without question

So there you go.  You can see how this proposed buyout rocks the very foundations of fanboi world… If it’s ever approved, be prepared to run to the nearest fallout shelter to avoid the rioting in the streets…

Hi there!!  Sit back and I will entertain you with a tale of “How I met my Internet Friend, Biddy (and subsequently, his friend Noah and their two wives)”.  That title may be a little wordy, so let me rephrase it as this:  “Pennywise, or How I met Biddy”

So I met Biddy prolly 6 or 7 years ago… and when I say “met”, I really mean “argued on the internet with”.  Biddy started out as “Big Daddy”, which was a horrible internet name… he was a member of the same gaming clan that I belong to, The Sunflowers of Death.  He was a little obnoxious, very sarcastic, and he always made me laugh (ugh, this is turning into an E-Harmony ad).  After awhile, we confronted Big Daddy about the horrible choice he took as his name, and in typical fashion, I came up with a better one for him:  B. Diddy.  Eventually B. Diddy was shortened to Biddy for the economy of voice (I’m all about the voice) and it’s stuck ever since.  We followed each other around to different games together:  Everquest II, WoW, SWG, WoW, WarHammer, WoW, SL… and we even spoke on the phone a couple of times during and after some of the bad Florida hurricanes we’ve both gone through.  Oh, didn’t I mention this?  Yea, well Biddy only lives like 2 hours away from me, and has for about THE ENTIRE TIME.

[editors note:  I started this post on May 4, 2009 and then put it down at this point.  Work started blocking WordPress and since all my blogging was done at work....  Regardless, because Irregardless isn't a fucking word, it's now August 5, 2009 and I plan to complete this tonight]

So how did the night go, you may be asking.  Let me give you the blow-by-blow before I flood you with pictures…

About 2 months before the concert, Biddy introduces his friend Noah to the Sunflowers boards.  Noah is an instant hit because he is fun, seems to be a touch of the smart, and he’s not a Biddy fan-boy (which will get you immedeatley banned, btw).  Noah and I hit it off right away and our e-relationship flowers (get it?).  Well good news, Biddy is bringing Noah to the concert as well, and the best news of all… both of them are bringing their wives.

They travel as a group and all arrive at the venue before I do.  While I’m driving there, I have to end up driving through downtown St. Pete and it happens to be a GOD DAMN Rays Game (They play Boston) so that puts me even MORE behind schedule.  Biddy is nice enough to buy my ticket from a scalper while Im driving to save me time, and it ends up being a printout from Ticketmaster or something.  A printout….  If only there was some kind of technology that would allow you to print something out from the internet, then copy it like 20 times and sell each one for $30… someone would get rich.  So that sat on my shoulders while I thought about the possibility that I was the 20th person to get this printout and the highly sophisticated bar scanner device at the door would deny me entry…. ugh, I can’t wait for THAT.

We’re hungry, so we drop over to grab a bite before going into the show.  The only quick place (and quick is the desired result) is a Johnny Rockets.  When we sit down, we make it pretty plain that we’re in a hurry… Biddy and his wife even ask if the chicken they are ordering is something we can get quickly since we’re in a hurry.  The waitress tells us that of course everything is pretty quick, so we sit back and relax… looking forward to our delicious meal.  As soon as the waitress is gone, Biddy gets up and leaves the table… which means now it’s just me, Noah, and the two wives sitting at the table.  The wives are beautiful, but I’m pretty sure that my brand of humour won’t win them over (Biddy’s wife is still pissed at me for asking her what she was wearing during one of the hurricane calls between Biddy and I to make sure everyone was alive).  The next 5 minutes were pretty damn awkward when Biddy’s wife starts off with “So you know Justin from the internet, is that right?”  ugh… is there really any good answer to that?  Eventually Biddy comes back and him and I take a few very classy pix together to commemorate the occasion (see below).

So it’s been about 10 minutes now and we still haven’t gotten our drinks… so much for fast service.  We might have been OK, but a waiter comes out and offers us menus… thats not a good sign at all.  We tell the waiter to pretty much piss off and that we are up out of this bitch when our drinks arrive.  We remind the waitress that we are in a hurry while I gulp down my soda and ask her for a refill.  Long story short, it’s another 10 minutes before our food arrives and we make sure to ask for the checks as soon as she brings it.  Biddy’s wife is furious and may end up taking a life if we don’t get her out of there as soon as possible… so we do.

As we are walking back to the venue, my mind returns to the internet ticket I hold in my hands… I pray that if my ticket is only one of 20 that I’m the first one to use it before someone catches on to the gimmick.  We approach the gate and all decide that I should go in first… that way if I’m denied then at least Im not trapped on the wrong side of the gate while we finger something out.  I make it to the front of the queue, hand my ticket to the guy at the gate, and cross my fingers that luck is on my side and I make it in.  The guy at the gate takes my ticket, scrutinizes it very carefully…. then drops it in the cardboard box on the ground at his feet.  Seriously?©  Fuck you, Skynet… VICTORY IS MINE.

The concert was fabulous, Pennywise did a great job, and the highlight of the evening happened like this:  So Noah and his wife Brandy are standing on one side of me, and Biddy and his wife Dee are standing on my other (we do it that way so that it’s not obvious which one of us is the 5th wheel)… and we are standing very close to the mosh pit watching the huge Samoan guy wade through the tide of unwashed youth, while daring people to bump into him.  So this drunk chick comes whipping out of the pit and lands on Brandy, who then moves out of her way… allowing the drunk chick to fall back a little farther in the crowd.  This pissed the drunk chick off to no end… so she made her way back up to where she was bumped, pulled back her fist, and punched Brandy in the face as hard as she could because she DARED to move out of her way.  At least thats what the drunk chick THOUGHT she did… in actuality, she ended up sucker punching some tall blonde chick who wasn’t even near us and a huge fight broke out… apparently she got all turned around enacted her vengeance on the wrong girl, who I’m sure didn’t wake up that morning and think that 12 hours from now she would be jumped by a drunk chick.  Those crazy kids.  From that point forward, I pulled Noah and Brandy to the interior more and stood on the outside to protect my new friends.  I’m proud to say that from that point forward, no one fucked with my friends.  So anyways, thats my recap of the Pennywise concert and I’ll throw the pics down below for your viewing pleasure.  Thanks for being patient with me.

[editors note number two:  So yea, I didn't complete this post on the fifth like I thought I would, but when you're already 3 months late, whats another couple of days between friends?]

The reason I'm even writing this post... Biddy

Biddy and I finally get to touch each other

Brandy, Noah, and Dee

Doesn't it LOOK like I fit in ....

Can you spot the angry Samoan?

The reason for the season... or something like that... PENNYWISE

This is the face I make when you ask me when I'm going to post a new blog ...

Seriously?©

So yea… since the last time we spoke, some things have changed:

• I’m not playing Warhammer anymore… I got tired of the imbalances in Tier 4 pVp…
• I AM playing WoW again, and as predicted I’m playing a DK.  It’s great fun so far but Im trying desperately NOT to play any of my alts who cry out to me.  I need to get this guy to level 80 first, THEN I’ll consider leveling the alts (I hope)
• My network situation improved (mainly because I moved to a new place and Im jacked directly into the modem… no more wireless)

What’s been going on with the kids you may be asking… well last month was the Valentine’s Day Daddy/Daughter Dance.  She’s 7, and neither one of us have been to a dance before, so it’s a good learning experience.  My recollection is as follows:

Isn’t she cute?  You’re damn straight she is.  So her and I walk into the dance together, and it’s a bunch of tiny girls (grades k-5) and a bunch of awkward dads tossing the hundreds of balloons around that are found on the floor.  Well this won’t be so bad if all we do is toss balloons around for 2 hours.  I was shocked to learn that there was more…

There was a DJ… her name was DJ Sally or some-such inanity… she was very focused on getting the little girls and the awkward daddys dancing together, so she played a few slow songs to set the mood.  I’m not a great dancer (see above:  “neither one of us have been to a dance”) but the only person I have to impress is my 7 year old daughter… none of the other dads are going to judge me… not that redneck guy over there who has a knife on his belt (in case a fight breaks out?) who I’ll call Bubba… not that tall, lanky guy I’ll call Jim Carrey… and certainly not that menacing 6′4″ black guy I’ll call Sinbad.  We’re all just minding our own business, slow dancing with our daughters in awkward silence.

Then, it happened… Emma decided that she had seen enough “Dancing with the Stars” to attempt some of the Power Moves.  She asks me to spin her around…ok, no problems so far… but then she started the dips.  Dipping a 7 year old girl isn’t really that difficult or strenuous… the first 14 times.  After that, it becomes a feat of strength and determination because she enjoys it, then tells her friends to watch her, then wants to be dipped while her friends are being dipped, and after a while it starts to feel like I’m bench pressing a Volkswagon.  After awhile, the other dads start to finger out who started all this dipping nonsense and all eyes turn to me.  Luckily, DJ SoccerMom changed the pace with a classic from my childhood, Crazy Frog.

How this song got popular is beyond my understanding, but the little girls went crazy for it… which means that we dads had to dance/jump along.  You know who was REALLY into it?  Jim Carey Dad.  Suddenly this guy Comes Alive like Peter Frampton… he’s dancing around like Fire Marshall Bill and just going crazy.  Bubba Dad and Sinbad Dad giggle softly to themselves.

After the Crazy Frog madness, it’s back to more slow dancing, more dips, and the occasional rest break for toxic red Hawaiian Punch (will go great on your 7-yr old’s white party dress).  DJ MILF breaks her best pop party mix out and it’s running through snippets of songs that only the dads are old enough to even recognise (way to be contemporary, DJ Mary Worth).  During one of the snippets, N’Sync – Bye Bye Bye, Bubba Dad suddenly breaks out into the choreographed dance routine that goes along with the song.  WTF?  How surreal is this?  The piece only lasts about 10 seconds, and then he’s back to the stereotype we expect from him.  Very strange indeed.

I’m watching the clock pretty hard because after the first hour I’m exhausted from all this jumping around and whatnot.  A few more slow dances go by and we get to the big surprise… no, it has nothing to do with the little girls at all… apparently DJ Butterworth noticed Bubba Dad rocking the N’Sync and has now produced the full song.  Bubba Dad goes insane with glee as he clears a space on his side of the dancefloor and runs through the dance routine for all of us.  That was pretty damn amazing, but on the opposite side of the dancefloor, squared off against him, is Jim Carey Dad doing the Cabbage Patch.  It was at that moment, right there in the middle of the lunchroom of Ponce De Leon Elementary school that a “You got served” dance off started.  Jim Carrey Dad finished the Cabbage Patch and threw it over to Bubba Dad, Bubba responded with The Sprinkler, Jim Carey gave him the Running Man, Bubba fought back with the Tootsie Roll, Jim Carrey countered with the Hammer Time…. it went on for the entire song.  I was pretty sure that one of them were going to pull out a cardboard box and start windmilling, but it never got to that.  Eventually Jim Carrey conceded to Bubba (so THATS why he carries a knife) and all was well in the realm once again.

After the exhilarating dance off, we switch to the chicken dance.  Apparently a Daddy / Daughter Dance is very similar in music composition to a wedding.. all of your favorites are there because we already done the electric slide and some other slide.. ugh… who can keep track of such things?  So the chicken dance is fairly simple to follow, and we all know the movements … there’s even a dosey-doe part where we get to lock arms with our daughters and skip around a little circle.. its all VERY cute.  Until the part where DJ MAMA-JAMA tells us to switch partners… the intent being to have each daughter choose a new daddy to dosey-doe with… a little awkward cause that means I’m dancing with someone elses daughter…. well that’s not exactly how it turned out.  My daugher wanted to dance with her friend Aspen … can you guess what happened next?

So there I am, dosey-doe’ing with Sinbad Dad… and we’re the only dads sharing a Bromance (I would have put my money on Bubba and Jim sharing a slow dance).  It’s a little awkward, but it turns out that Sinbad Dad is a very gentle dancer and we agreed to never discuss this again (whoops!)

As the end of the evening rolls around, there’s only time for one more formal dance gimmick (no, not the hokey pokey… we did that earlier)… thats right.. the Soul Train Line.  We all lined up and paired off with our daughters as we boggied down the line for the enjoyment of all.  It got goofy real quick and Emma and I decided to hold hands and skip down the line together.  It may be a new dance trend.  Im just saying…

And thus concludes my retelling of the awesome night.  Once again I’ll promise to blog more often,  just so that you can remind me that I’m a dirty liar.  Thanks for sticking it out (lol innuendo) with me and we’ll talk more later.

.paul

That’s probably what I should name this blog.  A few quick things regarding my First Life:

• I’m playing Warhammer Online, but not nearly as much as I should be… I tend to give SL first priority for my time.
• My friends have been playing WoW and from what I’ve seen of the DeathKnight, it’s a lot of what I was looking for in a Ret Pally that was never delivered.  I’m VERY tempted to go back, but it’s soooo FOTM…
• My network at home is out… at least for me.  The rest of the house seems to be OK with it, but my wireless isn’t connecting… I’m pretty pissed.
• And now, the REAL selling point of this blog…

I’m on the list to bring the birthday cake in for Chip.  We made it at home and the kids were VERY hopeful that I would be bringing the leftovers home.  The discussion turned to decorations and here’s where we pick up:

Emma ~ What’s Chip’s favorite color?

Me ~ Purple I think

Emma ~ Purple is a GIRL’S COLOR

Me ~ No it’s not sweetheart

Garrett ~ Yes it is dad, everyone knows that.  Boy’s colors are Blue to Black

Emma ~ And girl’s colors are Purple to Violet

Garrett ~ AND PINK

Emma ~  No, Pink is a neutral color

Garrett ~ Oh yea, I forgot

Seriously?©

Seriously?©

So I go to my favorite sushi bar today for lunch (and why doesn’t that place serve the sushi on the body of a hot naked woman?  Clearly there would be more customers there if they would.. I know I would prefer it… especially if I get to pick which of my “friends” will be the platter) and I sit at the bar because the hot Cambodian girl was bartending.  Two problems are noticed immediately:

1) I asked for a lime in my drink and got a lemon… seriously?  The color didn’t clue you in that they were different?

2) The hot Cambodian girl had her equally hot America friend there and they were chatting and monopolizing the Cambodian’s time.

The conversation between the bartender and her friend turned to the friend’s boyfriend, and I swear this is an actual quote:

USA:  I don’t know what’s wrong with my boyfriend… one minute he wants to be lovey-dovey and cuddle…. the next minute he’s mad at me for something

Cambodia:  Your boyfriend sounds Dyslexic

USA:  Oh, I never thought of that… he may be.

Maybe the problem with the lemon confusion isn’t the most serious problem on this girl’s plate after all ….

So yea… apparently this blog is turning into a “Guess what my kids said today” blog.  Regardless:

On the way to church this morning:

Her:  When I grow up, I’m gonna be a tattoo-ist

Him:  I thought you said you were gonna be a singer?

Her:  I can’t, I don’t know how to sing.

OK, a couple of things bother me about this… Can you spot them?

Conversation overheard on the way home from picking my kids ( 6 & 7 ) up from school.

Her: Hey guess what. Before class this morning, Jacob and Gary stood up and said “I Love Pie”
Him: BOTH of them love pie?

I suppose when you’re that age, a declaration of that sort is not nearly as odd as the unlikely possibility that BOTH young men would like pie. The discussion after that turned to a debate on which pie is the best, and then it was some sort of Scooby-Doo adventure to determine which flavour of pie they were referring to based on what they were wearing this morning and where they sit during reading circle.

For those of you curious, Jacob likes Blueberry Pie and Gary likes Chocolate. The data model used to determine this is available on request.

So I’m at my local supermarket standing in line at the Deli, when an older woman comes up and asks to try the roasted pork. I suppose that’s a reasonable request seeing as you don’t want to buy pounds of the shit before you finger out you can’t stand it due to a traumatic childhood experience with a pork roast that you have been subconsciously blocking out all these years. Of course the current supply of roast pork is low, so the meat-tender (is that what they’re called?) had to go to the back and get a new one to slice. When she returned, the old woman was gone. Not one to leave a request unfulfilled, the meat-maid sliced off the first couple of pieces and set them aside in case she came back.

Since the old woman was gone, I placed my order for 1.5 lbs of Maple Ham and 1 lb of Swiss (the correct sandwich proportion, imo). While putting my order together, I notice the old woman slowly making her way back towards the Deli area, but stopping at the bakery section first. Now, this supermarket is one of those kid friendly establishments that offers free cookies to the little curtain climbers, in the hopes that you wont stay home because you are too embarrassed of your children and will in fact bring them with you in order to infect the rest of the world with their pleasant behavior once they’ve downed the metric ton of sugar contained in each cookie. Well, the old woman stops and asks the cookie-monger (not sure thats the correct title either) for one of the cookies found in the kid case. Clearly not wanting to start a fight, the cookie-mistress gave in and presented her with a cookie. Now that the old one has her free cookie sample, she makes her way back to the deli.

I’m just about finished getting my order when she arrives for her free sample of roast pork to go along with her free sample of kid-flavored cookies. The woman behind the counter (see? I’ve already run out of names for her) offers the previously set aside portion of free meat to the woman and after eating it, the woman asks “Can I get another piece? This one was too fatty”. Seriously? I thought for sure that the Meat-n-Greeter (Ok, I had one more, but it wasnt very good) was going to roll her eyes so hard that one would pop out of her skull. After receiving her SECOND free sample of pork, she decided that she didnt like it and moved on.

I thought I had seen the last of her at this point, but when I went to checkout, there was Aunt Freebie using the free phone behind the managers desk (the kind of phone that has a 70′ cord between the ear piece and the receiver… and it was stretched its maximum length to reach across the counter to the general admission area of the store). Next to her was a basket full of groceries all bagged up and a dozen roses in the top compartment…. clearly she decided to buy something. When she hangs up the phone, I’m just about to pay when she walks over to my line and addresses the cashier. “Did I come through this line?” she asks. “Yes.” “OK, well I can’t pay for these groceries, so I’m just going to leave the basket over here”

…

Wat just happened?

So yea… I decided that I might as well blog here for my RL stuff as well, and since I already have the Second Life blog at http://secondlifeseriously.wordpress.com then I might as well call this one First Life, Seriously?©. For all 3 of you out there that check these, know that I’ll try to keep the content separate, but I can’t guarantee that there won’t be some overlap. You’ll note on the top of my page here that I refer to the real life adventures of Giskard (My SL Name) / Siddhartha (My every other game name) / .paul (just me). Sometimes I treat them like different people, and sometimes we are all the same. Regardless, here is my opening blog and I’ll post more as appropriate.