Behold, the many faces of Tim:
-Timotheos
Masquerade
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Facing Reality
I have a headache. How often do I say this? All too often, I fear. Instead of writing a Blog entry I'm going to just post some pictures - of myself. They range from July 2004 through till last week, though a handful were never dated, so I'm not sure where they fit.
Behold, the many faces of Tim:
-Timotheos
Masquerade
Behold, the many faces of Tim:
-Timotheos
Masquerade
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
25th Birthday
What happened to yesterday? Well, I dunno, so let's forget about it; much like I forgot about my Blog - completely.
I was reading through a Writesparks entry - something I get in my gmail inbox on a regular basis - and one of the few article sources I actually read. Often, they give suggestions of things to write. I usually just read it and absorb it but take no action. Yeah, some writer I am... Aaaanyway, with the latest entry, there were five suggestions for practising narrative. The first suggestion is one I would like to take this opportunity to write about. It gives me something to put in my Blog tonight ^L^
My Birthday Last Year
I am 26 years old. Being born in 1980 has its advantages. It makes figuring out how old I am very easy. When buying alcomahol at the supermarket (on those rare, rare occasions), the checkout chick doesn't have to struggle to figure out whether I make the cut. After all, the difference between 18 and 26 can't be all that much; can it?
Last year I turned 25. Making sense so far? In February last year I went to India with my pastor. We spent the entire month travelling to various parts of India: Kerala, in the south; Nagaland and Assam, in the NE part; and Bengal in the far north - and no, I didn't see any tigers :'(
It was the mission trip of a lifetime and I experienced a lot. There were a lot of people - trying to be somewhat reassuring and optimistic, not to mention full of faith, I'm sure - who said that one cannot go to India - especially the poorer parts, like NE India - without contracting some sort of illness. As a person who is not well most of the time anyway, I refused to let this be a truth. And so, in our entire time since leaving Kiwi soil until touching down in Wellington once more, neither Pastor Seth or myself got even the slightest upset stomach or headache. Praise God ^^
On our way over, we stopped in Singapore overnight. That was pretty cool - not to mention hot. India itself was varied. Kerala was hot and muggy, we stayed in a mansion in Nagaland, and the trip through to Assam by car was interesting - coconuts and elephants, hehe :/ We went to Sri Lanka for almost a week. Colombo is a nice place. The hotel we stayed in was much better than any accomodation (Hukato and Dapika's mansion aside) previously.
After Sri Lanka, our trip home involved stopping in Singapore for the better part of a day; my 25th birthday. The cabin crew on the flight there gave me a nice, fat chocolate mud cake. At least we didn't have to buy our morning tea XD I spent the day in Singapore, looking around at various things. One thing you notice is the abundance of watches. Watches and electronic bits and pieces. And they profess to only sell legitimate bits and pieces. If there were dodgy places I must've missed them. Still, I'm sure that it wouldn't have been too hard to find a dvd or two, had I really wanted.
And that was my birthday last year. I was awake for more than 70 hours, from when we left Sri Lanka, until I got home after arriving in Wellington airport two days later. That was a mission in itself. Supernatural power FTW ;)
-Timotheos
Feel it
I was reading through a Writesparks entry - something I get in my gmail inbox on a regular basis - and one of the few article sources I actually read. Often, they give suggestions of things to write. I usually just read it and absorb it but take no action. Yeah, some writer I am... Aaaanyway, with the latest entry, there were five suggestions for practising narrative. The first suggestion is one I would like to take this opportunity to write about. It gives me something to put in my Blog tonight ^L^
My Birthday Last Year
I am 26 years old. Being born in 1980 has its advantages. It makes figuring out how old I am very easy. When buying alcomahol at the supermarket (on those rare, rare occasions), the checkout chick doesn't have to struggle to figure out whether I make the cut. After all, the difference between 18 and 26 can't be all that much; can it?
Last year I turned 25. Making sense so far? In February last year I went to India with my pastor. We spent the entire month travelling to various parts of India: Kerala, in the south; Nagaland and Assam, in the NE part; and Bengal in the far north - and no, I didn't see any tigers :'(
It was the mission trip of a lifetime and I experienced a lot. There were a lot of people - trying to be somewhat reassuring and optimistic, not to mention full of faith, I'm sure - who said that one cannot go to India - especially the poorer parts, like NE India - without contracting some sort of illness. As a person who is not well most of the time anyway, I refused to let this be a truth. And so, in our entire time since leaving Kiwi soil until touching down in Wellington once more, neither Pastor Seth or myself got even the slightest upset stomach or headache. Praise God ^^
On our way over, we stopped in Singapore overnight. That was pretty cool - not to mention hot. India itself was varied. Kerala was hot and muggy, we stayed in a mansion in Nagaland, and the trip through to Assam by car was interesting - coconuts and elephants, hehe :/ We went to Sri Lanka for almost a week. Colombo is a nice place. The hotel we stayed in was much better than any accomodation (Hukato and Dapika's mansion aside) previously.
After Sri Lanka, our trip home involved stopping in Singapore for the better part of a day; my 25th birthday. The cabin crew on the flight there gave me a nice, fat chocolate mud cake. At least we didn't have to buy our morning tea XD I spent the day in Singapore, looking around at various things. One thing you notice is the abundance of watches. Watches and electronic bits and pieces. And they profess to only sell legitimate bits and pieces. If there were dodgy places I must've missed them. Still, I'm sure that it wouldn't have been too hard to find a dvd or two, had I really wanted.
And that was my birthday last year. I was awake for more than 70 hours, from when we left Sri Lanka, until I got home after arriving in Wellington airport two days later. That was a mission in itself. Supernatural power FTW ;)
-Timotheos
Feel it
Sunday, May 28, 2006
The Pink Lady
Here is a joke that I heard a while back. I have another one just like it but I'll save that for another time. I don't remember who told me this joke the first time, or the person that made it up, but I enjoy telling it to people, simply because it takes ten minutes to tell and the expressions on people's faces are priceless - not to mention the evil aura that emanates from them for having wasted ten precious minutes of their life. Oh, and if I made a mistake somewhere, please forgive me - and let me know.
But enough introduction. Enjoy ^L^
Once upon a time, there was a pink lady. Everything about her was pink. Her clothes were pink. Her hair was pink. She drove a pink car, lived in a pink house with pink walls and pink doors and had a pink dog that wore a pink collar. She was altogether pink.
One stormy evening, as pink rain poured down outside the pink lady's pink house, she went into her pink room, put on her pink pyjamas, turned back her pink bedspread, hopped into her pink bed and switched off her pink light. But just as the pink lady began to dream pink dreams she heard a knock on her pink front door.
Switching on the pink light, the pink lady got out of her pink bed, put on her pink slippers and pink dressing gown and walked out of her pink room. She went along her pink hall, down her pink stairs, through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books.
Upon opening the pink front door, who did she see on her pink doorstep, but a green man. "Hello Green Man," said the pink lady. "Hello Pink Lady," replied the green man. "Would you like to come in out of the pink rain?" asked the Pink Lady. "Why yes," the green man responded, "I'd appreciate that very much."
So the pink lady let the green man inside her pink house. She led him through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, up her pink stairs, along her pink hall and stopped at a pink door. Motioning the green man inside, she made sure that he was comfortable and then returned to her pink bedroom, where she took off her pink dressing gown and her pink slippers, hopped into her pink bed and switched off her pink light.
But just as the pink lady once again began to dream pink dreams she heard another knock on her pink front door. Switching on the pink light, the pink lady got out of her pink bed, put on her pink slippers and pink dressing gown and walked out of her pink room. She went along her pink hall, down her pink stairs, through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books.
Upon opening the pink front door, who did she see on her pink doorstep, but a blue man. "Hello Blue Man," said the pink lady. "Hello Pink Lady," replied the blue man. "Would you like to come in out of the pink rain?" asked the Pink Lady. "Why yes," the blue man responded, "I'd appreciate that very much."
So the pink lady let the blue man inside her pink house. She led him through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, up her pink stairs, along her pink hall and stopped at another pink door. Motioning the blue man inside, she made sure that he was comfortable and then returned to her pink bedroom, where she took off her pink dressing gown and her pink slippers, hopped into her pink bed and switched off her pink light.
But just as the pink lady began to dream pink dreams again she heard a third knock on her pink front door. Switching on the pink light, the pink lady got out of her pink bed, put on her pink slippers and pink dressing gown and walked out of her pink room. She went along her pink hall, down her pink stairs, through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books.
Upon opening the pink front door, who did she see on her pink doorstep, but a yellow man. "Hello Yellow Man," said the pink lady. "Hello Pink Lady," replied the yellow man. "Would you like to come in out of the pink rain?" asked the Pink Lady. "Why yes," the yellow man responded, "I'd appreciate that very much."
So the pink lady let the yellow man inside her pink house. She led him through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, up her pink stairs, along her pink hall and stopped at a third pink door. Motioning the yellow man inside, she made sure that he was comfortable and then returned to her pink bedroom, where she took off her pink dressing gown and her pink slippers, hopped into her pink bed and switched off her pink light.
The pink lady did indeed dream pink dreams that night, as the pink rain outside lulled her with its soothing downpour.
In the morning, the pink lady got out of her pink bed, opened her pink curtains and smiled at the pink sunshine as it filtered in through her pink window. She put on her pink clothes, walked along her pink hall, down her pink stairs, through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, and into her pink kitchen.
There, sitting at the pink table was the green man. "Good morning, Green Man," said the pink lady, cheerfully. "Good morning, Pink Lady," said the green man. "Would you like some breakfast?" asked the pink lady. "Why yes," responded the green man, "I would love some breakfast." "And what would you like for breakfast?" the pink lady asked. "Cornflakes. If you have them," the green man added.
The pink lady opened her pink cupboard, pulled out a pink bowl and a box of pink cornflakes, and poured the pink cornflakes into the pink bowl. She opened her pink fridge, retrieved a bottle of pink milk and poured the pink milk onto the pink cornflakes. Handing the green man a spoon, she also gave him a bowl of pink sugar, just in case.
When the green man had finished his pink cornflakes, he thanked the pink lady and walked through the pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, and out through the pink front door, into the pink sunshine.
Just then, the blue man came down the pink stairs, through the pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, and into the pink kitchen. "Good morning, Blue Man," said the pink lady, cheerfully. "Good morning, Pink Lady," said the blue man. "Would you like some breakfast?" asked the pink lady. "Why yes," responded the blue man, "I would love some breakfast." "And what would you like for breakfast?" the pink lady asked. "Cornflakes. If you have them," the blue man added.
The pink lady opened her pink cupboard, pulled out another pink bowl, picked up the box of pink cornflakes, and poured the pink cornflakes into the pink bowl. She picked up the bottle of pink milk and poured the pink milk onto the pink cornflakes. Handing the blue man a spoon, she also gave him the bowl of pink sugar, just in case.
When the blue man had finished his pink cornflakes, he thanked the pink lady and walked through the pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, and out through the pink front door, into the pink sunshine.
Next, the yellow man came down the pink stairs, through the pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, and into the pink kitchen. "Good morning, Yellow Man," said the pink lady, cheerfully. "Good morning, Pink Lady," said the yellow man. "Would you like some breakfast?" asked the pink lady. "Why yes," responded the yellow man, "I would love some breakfast." "And what would you like for breakfast?" the pink lady asked. "Rice bubbles. If you have them," the yellow man added.
The pink lady opened her pink cupboard, pulled out a third pink bowl and a box of pink rice bubbles, and poured the pink rice bubbles into the pink bowl. She picked up the bottle of pink milk and poured the pink milk onto the pink rice bubbles. Handing the yellow man a spoon, she also gave him the bowl of pink sugar, just in case.
When the yellow man had finished his pink rice bubbles, he thanked the pink lady and walked through the pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, and out through the pink front door, into the pink sunshine.
What is the moral of the story?
More people have cornflakes for breakfast than rice bubbles.
-Timotheos
What?
But enough introduction. Enjoy ^L^
Once upon a time, there was a pink lady. Everything about her was pink. Her clothes were pink. Her hair was pink. She drove a pink car, lived in a pink house with pink walls and pink doors and had a pink dog that wore a pink collar. She was altogether pink.
One stormy evening, as pink rain poured down outside the pink lady's pink house, she went into her pink room, put on her pink pyjamas, turned back her pink bedspread, hopped into her pink bed and switched off her pink light. But just as the pink lady began to dream pink dreams she heard a knock on her pink front door.
Switching on the pink light, the pink lady got out of her pink bed, put on her pink slippers and pink dressing gown and walked out of her pink room. She went along her pink hall, down her pink stairs, through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books.
Upon opening the pink front door, who did she see on her pink doorstep, but a green man. "Hello Green Man," said the pink lady. "Hello Pink Lady," replied the green man. "Would you like to come in out of the pink rain?" asked the Pink Lady. "Why yes," the green man responded, "I'd appreciate that very much."
So the pink lady let the green man inside her pink house. She led him through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, up her pink stairs, along her pink hall and stopped at a pink door. Motioning the green man inside, she made sure that he was comfortable and then returned to her pink bedroom, where she took off her pink dressing gown and her pink slippers, hopped into her pink bed and switched off her pink light.
But just as the pink lady once again began to dream pink dreams she heard another knock on her pink front door. Switching on the pink light, the pink lady got out of her pink bed, put on her pink slippers and pink dressing gown and walked out of her pink room. She went along her pink hall, down her pink stairs, through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books.
Upon opening the pink front door, who did she see on her pink doorstep, but a blue man. "Hello Blue Man," said the pink lady. "Hello Pink Lady," replied the blue man. "Would you like to come in out of the pink rain?" asked the Pink Lady. "Why yes," the blue man responded, "I'd appreciate that very much."
So the pink lady let the blue man inside her pink house. She led him through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, up her pink stairs, along her pink hall and stopped at another pink door. Motioning the blue man inside, she made sure that he was comfortable and then returned to her pink bedroom, where she took off her pink dressing gown and her pink slippers, hopped into her pink bed and switched off her pink light.
But just as the pink lady began to dream pink dreams again she heard a third knock on her pink front door. Switching on the pink light, the pink lady got out of her pink bed, put on her pink slippers and pink dressing gown and walked out of her pink room. She went along her pink hall, down her pink stairs, through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books.
Upon opening the pink front door, who did she see on her pink doorstep, but a yellow man. "Hello Yellow Man," said the pink lady. "Hello Pink Lady," replied the yellow man. "Would you like to come in out of the pink rain?" asked the Pink Lady. "Why yes," the yellow man responded, "I'd appreciate that very much."
So the pink lady let the yellow man inside her pink house. She led him through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, up her pink stairs, along her pink hall and stopped at a third pink door. Motioning the yellow man inside, she made sure that he was comfortable and then returned to her pink bedroom, where she took off her pink dressing gown and her pink slippers, hopped into her pink bed and switched off her pink light.
The pink lady did indeed dream pink dreams that night, as the pink rain outside lulled her with its soothing downpour.
In the morning, the pink lady got out of her pink bed, opened her pink curtains and smiled at the pink sunshine as it filtered in through her pink window. She put on her pink clothes, walked along her pink hall, down her pink stairs, through her pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, and into her pink kitchen.
There, sitting at the pink table was the green man. "Good morning, Green Man," said the pink lady, cheerfully. "Good morning, Pink Lady," said the green man. "Would you like some breakfast?" asked the pink lady. "Why yes," responded the green man, "I would love some breakfast." "And what would you like for breakfast?" the pink lady asked. "Cornflakes. If you have them," the green man added.
The pink lady opened her pink cupboard, pulled out a pink bowl and a box of pink cornflakes, and poured the pink cornflakes into the pink bowl. She opened her pink fridge, retrieved a bottle of pink milk and poured the pink milk onto the pink cornflakes. Handing the green man a spoon, she also gave him a bowl of pink sugar, just in case.
When the green man had finished his pink cornflakes, he thanked the pink lady and walked through the pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, and out through the pink front door, into the pink sunshine.
Just then, the blue man came down the pink stairs, through the pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, and into the pink kitchen. "Good morning, Blue Man," said the pink lady, cheerfully. "Good morning, Pink Lady," said the blue man. "Would you like some breakfast?" asked the pink lady. "Why yes," responded the blue man, "I would love some breakfast." "And what would you like for breakfast?" the pink lady asked. "Cornflakes. If you have them," the blue man added.
The pink lady opened her pink cupboard, pulled out another pink bowl, picked up the box of pink cornflakes, and poured the pink cornflakes into the pink bowl. She picked up the bottle of pink milk and poured the pink milk onto the pink cornflakes. Handing the blue man a spoon, she also gave him the bowl of pink sugar, just in case.
When the blue man had finished his pink cornflakes, he thanked the pink lady and walked through the pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, and out through the pink front door, into the pink sunshine.
Next, the yellow man came down the pink stairs, through the pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, and into the pink kitchen. "Good morning, Yellow Man," said the pink lady, cheerfully. "Good morning, Pink Lady," said the yellow man. "Would you like some breakfast?" asked the pink lady. "Why yes," responded the yellow man, "I would love some breakfast." "And what would you like for breakfast?" the pink lady asked. "Rice bubbles. If you have them," the yellow man added.
The pink lady opened her pink cupboard, pulled out a third pink bowl and a box of pink rice bubbles, and poured the pink rice bubbles into the pink bowl. She picked up the bottle of pink milk and poured the pink milk onto the pink rice bubbles. Handing the yellow man a spoon, she also gave him the bowl of pink sugar, just in case.
When the yellow man had finished his pink rice bubbles, he thanked the pink lady and walked through the pink lounge with the pink sofa, pink television set and pink bookshelf, full of pink books, and out through the pink front door, into the pink sunshine.
What is the moral of the story?
More people have cornflakes for breakfast than rice bubbles.
-Timotheos
What?
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Moving Images
Another picture that I may or may not finish. This time, however, I just played around with a screenshot I took in Silithus. I put my mage on top of a tent, took a plan view and did an arcane explosion, then added a few features in an animated gif. Pretty poor but it was fun ^L^
-Timotheos
Manipulating
Edit: Uploaded the gif to my file server. Click the image to load it. It is ~500k so may take a while to load properly.
Friday, May 26, 2006
The Battlefield
Life is a battlefield
Blood and sorrow
Anger and frustration
Choices to hurt
Choices to help
Fervour
Destiny and fate
Strength and might
Plans that fail
Plans that succeed
Splendour
Adrenaline and haste
Stealth and treachery
Words to berate
Words to encourage
Valour
Panic and hesitancy
Warmth and security
Feelings that impede
Feelings that release
Ardour
Peace and harmony
Terror and ferocity
People to hate
People to love
Clamour
Fortune and luck
Scrapes and bruises
Angles that shadow
Angles that impress
Glamour
As life is a battlefield, so is each indrawn breath one step closer to death: not a thing to be feared. In its entirety, accepted but not dwelt on. Battles won and battles lost, everyone has something to gain. God made us all to relate to each other and to worship him. What are we doing about this?
-Timotheos
Tremble
Blood and sorrow
Anger and frustration
Choices to hurt
Choices to help
Fervour
Destiny and fate
Strength and might
Plans that fail
Plans that succeed
Splendour
Adrenaline and haste
Stealth and treachery
Words to berate
Words to encourage
Valour
Panic and hesitancy
Warmth and security
Feelings that impede
Feelings that release
Ardour
Peace and harmony
Terror and ferocity
People to hate
People to love
Clamour
Fortune and luck
Scrapes and bruises
Angles that shadow
Angles that impress
Glamour
As life is a battlefield, so is each indrawn breath one step closer to death: not a thing to be feared. In its entirety, accepted but not dwelt on. Battles won and battles lost, everyone has something to gain. God made us all to relate to each other and to worship him. What are we doing about this?
-Timotheos
Tremble
Thursday, May 25, 2006
A Moment to Relax
Something to fall back on. That'd be good for times during the week where I just let the evening slip away and then realise that it's getting quite late and I should put my Blog entry in because I should be heading to bed fairly soon, what with work the next day and all.
Of course, I could just do something like make up a game, rhyme a few lines or do the old random google search. But that gets tiresome - and a little old - after a time. I just don't read and write as much as I used to. Here I was, thinking that in taking up a Blog I would shake myself from my reverie and fogginess and keep my mind alert. It's all good and all - except those far too frequent moments when I just can't think of anything interesting to say.
It must be like a relationship. There are times when the words just roll of your tongue - otherwise, why would people be together? I, for one, often don't think of anything to say to people - and so I keep my mouth shut more often than not. Not sure how I'd cope if I had a girlfriend. We'll cross that bridge if it ever gets built. Awkward silences aren't so awkward if you don't say anything awkward - but then they wouldn't be silent either if you had something to say...
One more day of work left for the week. This weekend will involve PvP and furthering my Tier 0.5 quest chain - and maybe scouting out a decent guild. I've got to get my enrolment sent away tomorrow, too.
-Timotheos
Drifting somewhere
Of course, I could just do something like make up a game, rhyme a few lines or do the old random google search. But that gets tiresome - and a little old - after a time. I just don't read and write as much as I used to. Here I was, thinking that in taking up a Blog I would shake myself from my reverie and fogginess and keep my mind alert. It's all good and all - except those far too frequent moments when I just can't think of anything interesting to say.
It must be like a relationship. There are times when the words just roll of your tongue - otherwise, why would people be together? I, for one, often don't think of anything to say to people - and so I keep my mouth shut more often than not. Not sure how I'd cope if I had a girlfriend. We'll cross that bridge if it ever gets built. Awkward silences aren't so awkward if you don't say anything awkward - but then they wouldn't be silent either if you had something to say...
One more day of work left for the week. This weekend will involve PvP and furthering my Tier 0.5 quest chain - and maybe scouting out a decent guild. I've got to get my enrolment sent away tomorrow, too.
-Timotheos
Drifting somewhere
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Wii Have Bakuretsu
My mage is now Rank 4. That's Master Sergeant. Not a high rank by any means, especially considering that the highest, Grand Marshal, is Rank 14. However, I'm pretty happy that I've managed to reach this rank considering how little PvP I actually get into - and how little we win overall, especially when we go up against such Horde as I faced with my Hunter in WSG* tonight.
*Warsong Gulch.
Imagine this:
VideoGamer Magazine brings you this exclusive interview with a well-known videogame company.
We sat down with spokesperson Ima Nidiott.
VGM: Reliable sources inform us that you have a new console in the works.
IN: That is correct. We are currently developing a next generation console that is both powerful and sexy.
VGM: What can you tell us about this new videogame console?
IN: Not much at this stage, I'm afraid. However, we can tell you that the project has been codenamed Bloodthirsty Shadow Panther.
VGM: Oooh, sounds exciting!
IN: It's a serious piece of gaming hardware.
VGM: Any ideas for an offical release name?
IN: Actually, we were thinking of calling it the Puu.
VGM: ... I'm... sure you'll sell a lot of units. Thanks for your time.
I hope you go bankrupt, Nintendo.
-Timotheos
Exit while you can!
*Warsong Gulch.
Imagine this:
VideoGamer Magazine brings you this exclusive interview with a well-known videogame company.
We sat down with spokesperson Ima Nidiott.
VGM: Reliable sources inform us that you have a new console in the works.
IN: That is correct. We are currently developing a next generation console that is both powerful and sexy.
VGM: What can you tell us about this new videogame console?
IN: Not much at this stage, I'm afraid. However, we can tell you that the project has been codenamed Bloodthirsty Shadow Panther.
VGM: Oooh, sounds exciting!
IN: It's a serious piece of gaming hardware.
VGM: Any ideas for an offical release name?
IN: Actually, we were thinking of calling it the Puu.
VGM: ... I'm... sure you'll sell a lot of units. Thanks for your time.
I hope you go bankrupt, Nintendo.
-Timotheos
Exit while you can!
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
For the Sake of Familiarity?
I could've gone to work for half a day - showed up this afternoon - but that's not the way things turned out. I feel really tired and yet I had the entire day off work. Doesn't help that I did have to walk around quite a lot - and in the rain, too. It's only getting colder, which means that power bills will get horrific. Really don't like the cold...
How are things progressing in terms of enrolment at university? Well, I keep meaning to find my transcripts and such but I just can't for the life of me remember where everything is right now. I have a glance around my room from time to time but I just can't remember where I put everything. It's important that I get it all in this week or else the weeks will just slip by and I won't have time to sort out a student allowance / loan and all that sort of stuff.
Brethren of Vengeance, my old guild, is still around and my mage got invited to rejoin. I did. The only problem is, however, that most of the members are American and so my timezone is way off. Then again, no matter what sort of guild I join I'm looking at having problems with time. Perhaps I was a little impulsive in rejoining so quickly. It would make more sense to belong to an Australian-based guild that runs MC, etc.
Well, enough about WoW. I will just... survive now.
-Timotheos
Going nowhere
How are things progressing in terms of enrolment at university? Well, I keep meaning to find my transcripts and such but I just can't for the life of me remember where everything is right now. I have a glance around my room from time to time but I just can't remember where I put everything. It's important that I get it all in this week or else the weeks will just slip by and I won't have time to sort out a student allowance / loan and all that sort of stuff.
Brethren of Vengeance, my old guild, is still around and my mage got invited to rejoin. I did. The only problem is, however, that most of the members are American and so my timezone is way off. Then again, no matter what sort of guild I join I'm looking at having problems with time. Perhaps I was a little impulsive in rejoining so quickly. It would make more sense to belong to an Australian-based guild that runs MC, etc.
Well, enough about WoW. I will just... survive now.
-Timotheos
Going nowhere
Monday, May 22, 2006
Two for None
Two items in one run. Hang on a tick, why start a Blog entry with something Wow-ish? Eh, what does it matter. It's not like I do much else anymore. And even during my two month "sabbatical" there wasn't much different in my patterns, save that I didn't incorporate a game that consumed so much of my waking life. I still didn't sleep properly - much like last night. And last night I even read some more of the book I'm currently in before going to sleep, in order to try and calm my mind down. Yeah right.
Not much beats marmite and avocado on toast. It's a pity that avocado goes off so easily - and I believe it's rather overpriced. Still, the burgers at Burger Fuel more than make up for that. I had a really nice chicken one yesterday for lunch. It's great when your brother-in-law owns a restaurant. You can eat for free. Well, not so much a restaurant as a gourmet take-away bar. Either way, the burgers there are awesome ^L^
As for the secret item that I was going to get today. Well, it never happened. Things didn't work out as they should have and I have to wait for a couple more days before it's in my possession. It would have been nice, especially since in finishing work late tonight I was able to get a ride home, and I didn't have any groceries to get. That, coupled with the fact that I can sleep in tomorrow (doctor's appointment), and things could have gone differently tonight.
Ah well, there's nothing quite like a Drakk run and getting two items when some people got nothing but a Large Brilliant Shard.
-Timotheos
Mage-buffing
Not much beats marmite and avocado on toast. It's a pity that avocado goes off so easily - and I believe it's rather overpriced. Still, the burgers at Burger Fuel more than make up for that. I had a really nice chicken one yesterday for lunch. It's great when your brother-in-law owns a restaurant. You can eat for free. Well, not so much a restaurant as a gourmet take-away bar. Either way, the burgers there are awesome ^L^
As for the secret item that I was going to get today. Well, it never happened. Things didn't work out as they should have and I have to wait for a couple more days before it's in my possession. It would have been nice, especially since in finishing work late tonight I was able to get a ride home, and I didn't have any groceries to get. That, coupled with the fact that I can sleep in tomorrow (doctor's appointment), and things could have gone differently tonight.
Ah well, there's nothing quite like a Drakk run and getting two items when some people got nothing but a Large Brilliant Shard.
-Timotheos
Mage-buffing
Sunday, May 21, 2006
42 Minutes Later...
Woot! My regular Internet speeds are back ^L^ However, there is still server lag. In fact, I think that my computer is suffering quite badly at the moment. Either something is eating all my ram or I seriously need to do a system clean. In order to get rid of this stupid windows counterfeiting message I may just have to do that. At least it would give me the opportunity to set up my RAID system properly with these two SATA drives.
I'm getting something cool tomorrow. I'm not going to give anything away right now. Even my brother doesn't know that I'm getting it. I can keep a secret for all of three days, so no worries there as I only just decided to get this on Thursday / Friday. It's not like I have a lot of money - but more about that in tomorrow's entry, no doubt.
Well, I just successfully did the infamous 45-minute Strat run - just over 42 minutes and Baron Rivendare felt the cold grip of death. Again. We had a group made up of a Priest, Warrior, Rogue, Warlock and myself, a Mage. I out-dpsed the 'lock - actually, the rogue did a whopping 10% more than me (~398K as compared to my 292K) and the warrior was only a little behind me (286K damage). The warlock did ~271K and the priest did a wonderful job of healing. These guys really knew what they were doing in there. It was awesome. I've got a lot left in this quest chain, and it's going to prove to be quite a bit more expensive all up, but I'll get there eventually :)
Another week begins. /sigh I wish I was studying already. Hopefully I can get away with not working on weekends, too. That'd be great.
-Timotheos
Questing along
I'm getting something cool tomorrow. I'm not going to give anything away right now. Even my brother doesn't know that I'm getting it. I can keep a secret for all of three days, so no worries there as I only just decided to get this on Thursday / Friday. It's not like I have a lot of money - but more about that in tomorrow's entry, no doubt.
Well, I just successfully did the infamous 45-minute Strat run - just over 42 minutes and Baron Rivendare felt the cold grip of death. Again. We had a group made up of a Priest, Warrior, Rogue, Warlock and myself, a Mage. I out-dpsed the 'lock - actually, the rogue did a whopping 10% more than me (~398K as compared to my 292K) and the warrior was only a little behind me (286K damage). The warlock did ~271K and the priest did a wonderful job of healing. These guys really knew what they were doing in there. It was awesome. I've got a lot left in this quest chain, and it's going to prove to be quite a bit more expensive all up, but I'll get there eventually :)
Another week begins. /sigh I wish I was studying already. Hopefully I can get away with not working on weekends, too. That'd be great.
-Timotheos
Questing along
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Last Day in the Slow Lane
Finally! Last night, I couldn't even load the Blog page, my Internet has been so poor. But no more! As of tomorrow we will no longer be capped. Right now it is still slow but I was patient enough to wait for the entry page to load. 45-min Strat run, here we come!
Not much has happened in the last two days, anyway. I just watched Batman Begins and aside from that haven't done anything of note today, so don't really have much to say about anything. Oh, did some interesting "tiling" at mum and dad's house this morning, since they have an open home scheduled for tomorrow, it being on the market and all.
Nothing else comes to mind. Such is the life of a writer. Some days you grab a thought and expand that to write a few paragraphs. Now is not one of those days. I'm tired and lacking imagination and inspiration.
At least I levelled my Undead Rogue on Frostmourne to 18 today. Ech, what a waste of time...
-Timotheos
Timewaster extraordinaire
Not much has happened in the last two days, anyway. I just watched Batman Begins and aside from that haven't done anything of note today, so don't really have much to say about anything. Oh, did some interesting "tiling" at mum and dad's house this morning, since they have an open home scheduled for tomorrow, it being on the market and all.
Nothing else comes to mind. Such is the life of a writer. Some days you grab a thought and expand that to write a few paragraphs. Now is not one of those days. I'm tired and lacking imagination and inspiration.
At least I levelled my Undead Rogue on Frostmourne to 18 today. Ech, what a waste of time...
-Timotheos
Timewaster extraordinaire
Friday, May 19, 2006
Re-post
Last night, the Internet connection was very poor. Pages wouldn't even load properly. Hence, why I didn't post an entry. That's the last time I go over the download limit in a month...
The drudgery!
-Timotheos
Carried away
The drudgery!
-Timotheos
Carried away
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Tempo
This Blog should mostly be about what I'm thinking and who I am. I am a writer, I'm a gamer, I'm a Christian, I'm a 26-year old single man, I'm many things all rolled into the person that is me. Passions, desires, expectations, habits, delights, disappointments, shortcomings, changes, beliefs, problems, anxieties, stresses, excitements, undulating waves of emotional turmoil and peace that engulf all existence, action and thought. So it is and so it will be.
Proudmoore may be a bad server for a New Zealander. The majority of players are in an American timezone and so I don't play at peak times. This is good in one sense, as popular places are not always overwhelmed - though often they still are - but also bad, in the sense that Battlegrounds queues are often endless (as in, PvP never starting) - especially during the week - and it is harder to find good players for instances and elite quests. Still, it is the diversity and the fact that it's one of the realms that existed from the outset of the game that makes it worth playing on.
Humour should be welcome at any given time of the day. Everyone has a different view of humour - some people get the most obscure allusions almost instantaneously; others scratch their heads and wonder if it was supposed to be serious or funny. Puns are fun. Clever language always impresses me. When people take something that exists and is well known and tweak it here and there to suit the current situation - that's something well worth respecting.
I love chocolate. Whenever I see blocks of chocolate on special at the Supermarket, I'm tempted to buy, not one, but two. One doesn't always give into temptation. But if they are still on special the next time, then fate has already decreed that those two tasty, wrapped blocks of sugary goodness are heading to your bedroom drawer...
When the Internet is uncapped - from Sunday, I believe - I'm going to attempt a 45 minute Stratholme run to try and further a quest chain to get my mage's Tier 0.5 armour pieces. Not only that, but questing and PvP should be much more manageable. I may even find the time to take my warrior through Gnomeregan next week.
Oh, the joys of freedom that keep us from the edge of an eclectic mindscape fraught with decisions to affect the future of effect.
-Timotheos
Increasingly alert
Proudmoore may be a bad server for a New Zealander. The majority of players are in an American timezone and so I don't play at peak times. This is good in one sense, as popular places are not always overwhelmed - though often they still are - but also bad, in the sense that Battlegrounds queues are often endless (as in, PvP never starting) - especially during the week - and it is harder to find good players for instances and elite quests. Still, it is the diversity and the fact that it's one of the realms that existed from the outset of the game that makes it worth playing on.
Humour should be welcome at any given time of the day. Everyone has a different view of humour - some people get the most obscure allusions almost instantaneously; others scratch their heads and wonder if it was supposed to be serious or funny. Puns are fun. Clever language always impresses me. When people take something that exists and is well known and tweak it here and there to suit the current situation - that's something well worth respecting.
I love chocolate. Whenever I see blocks of chocolate on special at the Supermarket, I'm tempted to buy, not one, but two. One doesn't always give into temptation. But if they are still on special the next time, then fate has already decreed that those two tasty, wrapped blocks of sugary goodness are heading to your bedroom drawer...
When the Internet is uncapped - from Sunday, I believe - I'm going to attempt a 45 minute Stratholme run to try and further a quest chain to get my mage's Tier 0.5 armour pieces. Not only that, but questing and PvP should be much more manageable. I may even find the time to take my warrior through Gnomeregan next week.
Oh, the joys of freedom that keep us from the edge of an eclectic mindscape fraught with decisions to affect the future of effect.
-Timotheos
Increasingly alert
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
A Tale That Befits
No matter how good a book is, sensibility (and responsibility) says to stop reading at a reasonable time and go to bed. The story will still be there, unchanged, the next day. Books have a lasting quality. Every time you read the same story it will not have changed. The same characters will grow, travel, discover, achieve, die; the same cities will bustle; the same prophecies will be fulfilled. The story has already been told - it is up to the reader to discover it in all its wonder.
What does a writer enjoy more: reading or writing? For without one you cannot have the other; one can read and not put their heart into writing - but without reading, a writer would be severely crippled. It is in reading that one not only gains knowledge but increases their overall mental capacity and creative ability. It is in writing that one both bequeaths knowledge and builds a picture for the reader, whose experience depends on their own understanding and interpretation. What you form in your mind is your own. That is what differentiates a book from a movie.
The good story captivates its reader inasmuch as it weaves a tale to draw them through an enchanting dance of varying emotions: feeling for some characters - hating others; smiling in delight at beautiful surroundings - shivering in the depths of a dank dungeon; laughing at wry humour and comic situations - becoming saddened at necessary but painful events. The seasoned and determined writer will craft that good story with all their heart, soul and mind - never backing off, never ceasing the ebb and flow that must pulse continually through the plot, never revealing too much, confusing the reader nor disappointing them in their wide-eyed expectation of happening.
The reader must be satisfied.
-Timotheos
Dreaming of Possibilities
What does a writer enjoy more: reading or writing? For without one you cannot have the other; one can read and not put their heart into writing - but without reading, a writer would be severely crippled. It is in reading that one not only gains knowledge but increases their overall mental capacity and creative ability. It is in writing that one both bequeaths knowledge and builds a picture for the reader, whose experience depends on their own understanding and interpretation. What you form in your mind is your own. That is what differentiates a book from a movie.
The good story captivates its reader inasmuch as it weaves a tale to draw them through an enchanting dance of varying emotions: feeling for some characters - hating others; smiling in delight at beautiful surroundings - shivering in the depths of a dank dungeon; laughing at wry humour and comic situations - becoming saddened at necessary but painful events. The seasoned and determined writer will craft that good story with all their heart, soul and mind - never backing off, never ceasing the ebb and flow that must pulse continually through the plot, never revealing too much, confusing the reader nor disappointing them in their wide-eyed expectation of happening.
The reader must be satisfied.
-Timotheos
Dreaming of Possibilities
Monday, May 15, 2006
Party Like It's Blackwing Lair
And this is why I don't like to run instances. Most pugs* take so long to get anywhere. If you don't know the people in your party then you don't know how they play and it makes getting anywhere without dying that much harder. Still, from time to time you'll meet people who can play their characters really well and work well in a group - in which case everyone clicks, there are few, if any, wipes and you can smoothly go from boss to end-boss.
*Pick-up groups. Basically forming a party of random people that you may or may not have met before but don't usually group with.
I didn't even get to PvP tonight since my mage spent so long in Scholomance. But hey, at least I manged to finally get a particular quest completed. Now I just have to run Strat Dead in under 45 mins and I'll be well on my way to completing my Tier 0.5 set - not to mention hopefully getting some more items and completing a couple of other quests in the process.
This headache has been nagging at me all day. And here I am, ranting about World of Warcraft, having played it for most of the evening. So much for taking it easy, hmmm. I want to try and get on a little bit to PvP but during the week on our PvE server, the battlegrounds queues are frustratingly long. Too few Horde, not enough people wanting to fight during the week, I guess.
It's been really cold recently. Today it must've been around 6 degrees, if that, and the wind and rain really didn't help there - especially not the icy cold wind that was blowing most of the day. So I can definitely say that Winter is here and I'm glad for my huge, mink tiger blanket. Tigers are teh roxorz ^L^
I'll bear the cold and I'll try and sleep this huge headache off.
-Timotheos
Oh, the throbbing
*Pick-up groups. Basically forming a party of random people that you may or may not have met before but don't usually group with.
I didn't even get to PvP tonight since my mage spent so long in Scholomance. But hey, at least I manged to finally get a particular quest completed. Now I just have to run Strat Dead in under 45 mins and I'll be well on my way to completing my Tier 0.5 set - not to mention hopefully getting some more items and completing a couple of other quests in the process.
This headache has been nagging at me all day. And here I am, ranting about World of Warcraft, having played it for most of the evening. So much for taking it easy, hmmm. I want to try and get on a little bit to PvP but during the week on our PvE server, the battlegrounds queues are frustratingly long. Too few Horde, not enough people wanting to fight during the week, I guess.
It's been really cold recently. Today it must've been around 6 degrees, if that, and the wind and rain really didn't help there - especially not the icy cold wind that was blowing most of the day. So I can definitely say that Winter is here and I'm glad for my huge, mink tiger blanket. Tigers are teh roxorz ^L^
I'll bear the cold and I'll try and sleep this huge headache off.
-Timotheos
Oh, the throbbing
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Three Minutes of Fame
This is a three minute entry. Simply because that is the length of an ad break. I'm currently watching tv - which I don't do all that often - and it is getting late. The more I wait, the later it gets, and the less chance I have of actually writing an entry. Sure, I could stay up an extra five minutes - or even stretch this out over more than one ad break. However, I want to see what gets put here if I give myself a limited amount of time - very limited, hmmm.
I guess that about sums up what I've got to say. I had fun with my mage today, decimating Horde with fire blasts, arcane missiles and ice bolts. No matter whether you win or lose, having fun is key to a good battleground.
I like to PvP ^L^
-Timotheos
Quicksilver
I guess that about sums up what I've got to say. I had fun with my mage today, decimating Horde with fire blasts, arcane missiles and ice bolts. No matter whether you win or lose, having fun is key to a good battleground.
I like to PvP ^L^
-Timotheos
Quicksilver
Saturday, May 13, 2006
A Stitch in What?
Random google time.
Today's word: tyrant. It was either that or oil of immolation, which was my last Thottbot search...
What does Wikipedia, the first google link, have to say about this notorious word? Basically, it says that in the original Greek, tyranny wasn't associated with bad people - only dictatorial rulers. As these were very pagan times, however, blood succession often didn't continue for too many generations. Tyrants often arose in light of a coup - perhaps this is why such rulers were so popular at the start of their reign. Quite a contrast to how we think of the word now.
Nowadays, a tyrant puts their own interests first and those of the populous as second priority - if that. In human sinfulness, this leaves people destitute and makes any ruler who is tyrannical a bad ruler - hated by his subjects simply because of his selfish choices.
It would be obvious to say that it's interesting to see where words came from and what they actually meant. Of course, as society adapts and transforms, advances and grows, language itself evolves to match the way that people change as a whole. Idioms that are in common use now would confuse the folk of 100 years ago - and language that was in use five centuries ago would now make little sense to anyone not versed in its use. There are some attributes that we do retain, such as structure and root words - and a lot of vocabulary - but accepting the fact that language does change and the use of some words becomes different is something that a lot of people - especially the older generations - seem to find difficult to come to grips with.
History paves the way for the future - but struggling to prevent the changes in our language that are inevitable is like paddling upstream with a popsicle stick.
-Timotheos
Forget about it
Today's word: tyrant. It was either that or oil of immolation, which was my last Thottbot search...
What does Wikipedia, the first google link, have to say about this notorious word? Basically, it says that in the original Greek, tyranny wasn't associated with bad people - only dictatorial rulers. As these were very pagan times, however, blood succession often didn't continue for too many generations. Tyrants often arose in light of a coup - perhaps this is why such rulers were so popular at the start of their reign. Quite a contrast to how we think of the word now.
Nowadays, a tyrant puts their own interests first and those of the populous as second priority - if that. In human sinfulness, this leaves people destitute and makes any ruler who is tyrannical a bad ruler - hated by his subjects simply because of his selfish choices.
It would be obvious to say that it's interesting to see where words came from and what they actually meant. Of course, as society adapts and transforms, advances and grows, language itself evolves to match the way that people change as a whole. Idioms that are in common use now would confuse the folk of 100 years ago - and language that was in use five centuries ago would now make little sense to anyone not versed in its use. There are some attributes that we do retain, such as structure and root words - and a lot of vocabulary - but accepting the fact that language does change and the use of some words becomes different is something that a lot of people - especially the older generations - seem to find difficult to come to grips with.
History paves the way for the future - but struggling to prevent the changes in our language that are inevitable is like paddling upstream with a popsicle stick.
-Timotheos
Forget about it
Friday, May 12, 2006
Tell My People
It seems that since upping my playtime I'm struggling to find the time to write a proper Blog entry - especially "on time". In a game like WoW, there is just so much to do, that time flies and you don't really get other things done. It's always just-one-more-thing; or so it seems.
It used to be that in the early hours of the morning, I would write well*. At least, that's what I've always thought. It's in staying up late in those rare moments that I have, in the past, written screeds of notes on just what I'm thinking and feeling. Personal moments, mind you - but in reflection, I really did write a substantial amount of real stuff. Now, as I live each day, each week, each month - and as everything just flies by so fast I barely have time to blink - this practice of writing whatever comes to mind has become quite a struggle. Perhaps I just lost my motivation there for a while.
*Or like a man on some sort of adrenaline-based drug. Those 2am conversations on msn had their moments...
But a writer can always come back to where he was and begin anew - just like what I did after that two month absence from when I first planted this Blog until making it a daily dedication. Nothing much really happens in my life - especially now that I've gone back to playing games - and so it's no wonder that these past few weeks' entries have been rather lacking - in both content and length.
I could reflect on my intentions; I could reflect on past experiences; or I could just write. It truly is about time I had a voice recorder - so much more inspiration would be put into legible words. Too many fleeting thoughts are lost forever; after all, one can only think so much at once. Unless your entire train of thought is somehow recorded, most of what you think goes into the annals of silent history, never to be heard or expressed. How many tens of thousands of words have I failed to write, simply because my mind cannot cope with as much as goes through it in any given period of time?
Yes. Yes, I think I'll get a voice recorder. Perhaps even my spoken word will improve. It's one thing to explore thoughts and write anything of your choice - it's quite another to hold your own in a conversation; to deliver a powerful speech; to spring forth a silken flow of melodic expression. Unless you get inspired, most of what you say tends to be rather dull and lifeless - full of stupid remarks and fillers that only pollute the air rather than bring vibrance and vitalisation to the immediate surrounding environment.
It's like when you pray. The Holy Spirit takes your tongue and makes it his own. You know the words as they come to mind - and as you speak those words your mind fills with the next words; and so it flows. If we can pray with fervour and express ourselves in such a powerful and inspiring way, why not show such enthusiasm in all that we do and say? For true wisdom comes from the One Who created us - as we exercise that wisdom, He is gracious to increase our capacity and sow more and more inspiration into our hearts and minds.
It does take a lot of thought to avoid poor speech habits. Words that can be demeaning, or even redundant, in a sense. To speak simply because sound should be made is implausible. And yet, far too often we say more than should be said - and often then it isn't enough to truly satisfy the situation. Wasted words are an imbalance; explanations are often insufficient; expressions are seldom adequate.
I want my writing to be both memorable and inspiring. I want to show the world just how important it is to be proud of what you do well. I want my words to speak truth and hope and to forge a powerful, global destiny. This Blog is an ever-adjusting balance; an asphalt speedway, imbued with twists and turns to defy the decomposing status quo.
Onward, outward, upward
Life progresses, unabated.
-Timotheos
Questus completus
It used to be that in the early hours of the morning, I would write well*. At least, that's what I've always thought. It's in staying up late in those rare moments that I have, in the past, written screeds of notes on just what I'm thinking and feeling. Personal moments, mind you - but in reflection, I really did write a substantial amount of real stuff. Now, as I live each day, each week, each month - and as everything just flies by so fast I barely have time to blink - this practice of writing whatever comes to mind has become quite a struggle. Perhaps I just lost my motivation there for a while.
*Or like a man on some sort of adrenaline-based drug. Those 2am conversations on msn had their moments...
But a writer can always come back to where he was and begin anew - just like what I did after that two month absence from when I first planted this Blog until making it a daily dedication. Nothing much really happens in my life - especially now that I've gone back to playing games - and so it's no wonder that these past few weeks' entries have been rather lacking - in both content and length.
I could reflect on my intentions; I could reflect on past experiences; or I could just write. It truly is about time I had a voice recorder - so much more inspiration would be put into legible words. Too many fleeting thoughts are lost forever; after all, one can only think so much at once. Unless your entire train of thought is somehow recorded, most of what you think goes into the annals of silent history, never to be heard or expressed. How many tens of thousands of words have I failed to write, simply because my mind cannot cope with as much as goes through it in any given period of time?
Yes. Yes, I think I'll get a voice recorder. Perhaps even my spoken word will improve. It's one thing to explore thoughts and write anything of your choice - it's quite another to hold your own in a conversation; to deliver a powerful speech; to spring forth a silken flow of melodic expression. Unless you get inspired, most of what you say tends to be rather dull and lifeless - full of stupid remarks and fillers that only pollute the air rather than bring vibrance and vitalisation to the immediate surrounding environment.
It's like when you pray. The Holy Spirit takes your tongue and makes it his own. You know the words as they come to mind - and as you speak those words your mind fills with the next words; and so it flows. If we can pray with fervour and express ourselves in such a powerful and inspiring way, why not show such enthusiasm in all that we do and say? For true wisdom comes from the One Who created us - as we exercise that wisdom, He is gracious to increase our capacity and sow more and more inspiration into our hearts and minds.
It does take a lot of thought to avoid poor speech habits. Words that can be demeaning, or even redundant, in a sense. To speak simply because sound should be made is implausible. And yet, far too often we say more than should be said - and often then it isn't enough to truly satisfy the situation. Wasted words are an imbalance; explanations are often insufficient; expressions are seldom adequate.
I want my writing to be both memorable and inspiring. I want to show the world just how important it is to be proud of what you do well. I want my words to speak truth and hope and to forge a powerful, global destiny. This Blog is an ever-adjusting balance; an asphalt speedway, imbued with twists and turns to defy the decomposing status quo.
Onward, outward, upward
Life progresses, unabated.
-Timotheos
Questus completus
Oops
We all make mistakes. I forgot to write an entry last night. Can't exactly turn back time. That's something I've never dreamt about - the other night I dreamt that I could manipulate objects with my mind. I even started a truck's ignition before opening the cab door. A few nights previously I had another flying dream. Super speed, super strength and telekinesis; but no time twisting :/
I'll be sure to make up for last night's negligence tonight.
-Timotheos
Catching up
I'll be sure to make up for last night's negligence tonight.
-Timotheos
Catching up
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Elementality
My Internet got capped. Again. It's not like I want to download more than 20gb before the month is up just so my connection slows down to one packet a second (hyperbolising there, but you get the drift). It not only makes loading pages tedious (and sometimes even impossible on the first try) but lag in anything is atrocious. It's times like this that one must fall back on other forms of time occupation: offline gaming and tv episodes ^L^
I saw a really cute girl at work today*. Wow, did I just say that out loud? Actually, the guys at work have me on about two things in particular: my age (gee, is 26 really _that_ much older than, say, 21? Ok, I guess it is, but... No one's getting any younger now, are they...?), and any comments regarding attractive women (Oooh, is that lustful? Christians shouldn't lust!). God created us all, hotties included. I can admire an attractive woman just as much as the next person - but at least my thoughts aren't rife with lewdness and objectifying.
* I sold her a laptop via her father (and her grandmother was there, too - one more laptop in the works), after much deliberation, and even got her name. And her home phone number XD But... that would be breaching company policy or something, I think. People's details in the system are not for personal use. Professionalism. Meh! The thought did cross my mind though...^o^
This cold is really wearing me down. I struggled through the day with a sore throat and runny nose. I even went so far as to buy some soothing medication™ to try and stave off the worst of it as best I can. Ya see, I can be more personal in these entries. At least it gives me something to write about. So long as I write, this world upon which we toil continues to revolve around its radiant star.
For want of something else to write - and hey, I may even take tomorrow off work if this persistent sickness doesn't complete its cycle and leave me in peace as it soon should; though I will still go to bed at a reasonable time - and with the next World of Warcraft changes almost upon us (patch 1.11), I feel it worthwhile to mention a possible restructuring of my mage's talents. Mages and shamans are getting an overhaul. My mage has been too long without fire in her fingertips. I fear her heart may turn to the ice she so wantonly sprays around if she's not careful ^^
Possible Elemental Mage build (18/33, Fire / Ice).
Frozen cinders FTW ;)
-Timotheos
Burning brightly
I saw a really cute girl at work today*. Wow, did I just say that out loud? Actually, the guys at work have me on about two things in particular: my age (gee, is 26 really _that_ much older than, say, 21? Ok, I guess it is, but... No one's getting any younger now, are they...?), and any comments regarding attractive women (Oooh, is that lustful? Christians shouldn't lust!). God created us all, hotties included. I can admire an attractive woman just as much as the next person - but at least my thoughts aren't rife with lewdness and objectifying.
* I sold her a laptop via her father (and her grandmother was there, too - one more laptop in the works), after much deliberation, and even got her name. And her home phone number XD But... that would be breaching company policy or something, I think. People's details in the system are not for personal use. Professionalism. Meh! The thought did cross my mind though...^o^
This cold is really wearing me down. I struggled through the day with a sore throat and runny nose. I even went so far as to buy some soothing medication™ to try and stave off the worst of it as best I can. Ya see, I can be more personal in these entries. At least it gives me something to write about. So long as I write, this world upon which we toil continues to revolve around its radiant star.
For want of something else to write - and hey, I may even take tomorrow off work if this persistent sickness doesn't complete its cycle and leave me in peace as it soon should; though I will still go to bed at a reasonable time - and with the next World of Warcraft changes almost upon us (patch 1.11), I feel it worthwhile to mention a possible restructuring of my mage's talents. Mages and shamans are getting an overhaul. My mage has been too long without fire in her fingertips. I fear her heart may turn to the ice she so wantonly sprays around if she's not careful ^^
Possible Elemental Mage build (18/33, Fire / Ice).
Frozen cinders FTW ;)
-Timotheos
Burning brightly
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Midichlorianated
One thing I've always wanted is to be a Jedi. Maybe in future there will be enhancement nanobots that'll allow for improved physical and mental attributes. Jumping twelve times one's own height; moving at five times normal speed; and pulling objects towards yourself. Ha, impossible, but it's still fun to imagine.
Dark Forces
Jedi Knight
Knights of the Old Republic
Jedi Academy
All titles that deserve recognition. The oldschool days of online saber battles and deathmatches using all your wits and force power skill were awesome. Since I've been sick today and am extremely tired I just can't get into this Blog entry. Eating almost a whole packet of biscuits didn't exactly help, either /ugh.
Here's a snippet on what it means to be a Jedi:
To become a Jedi requires the deepest commitment, the most serious mind. Adherents to the Jedi way closely follow an ancient code that guides their actions in the service of the Republic. It reads, in part:
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no death; there is the Force.
There is a substantial Wikipedia entry regarding the Jedi Order, as well. From its origins to the dark side, famous Jedi to the new Jedi order, if interested (as I am), you can read all about it here.
That about sums everything up that I wanted to say at this time ^L^
-Timotheos
Feel the Force
Dark Forces
Jedi Knight
Knights of the Old Republic
Jedi Academy
All titles that deserve recognition. The oldschool days of online saber battles and deathmatches using all your wits and force power skill were awesome. Since I've been sick today and am extremely tired I just can't get into this Blog entry. Eating almost a whole packet of biscuits didn't exactly help, either /ugh.
Here's a snippet on what it means to be a Jedi:
To become a Jedi requires the deepest commitment, the most serious mind. Adherents to the Jedi way closely follow an ancient code that guides their actions in the service of the Republic. It reads, in part:
There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no death; there is the Force.
There is a substantial Wikipedia entry regarding the Jedi Order, as well. From its origins to the dark side, famous Jedi to the new Jedi order, if interested (as I am), you can read all about it here.
That about sums everything up that I wanted to say at this time ^L^
-Timotheos
Feel the Force
Monday, May 08, 2006
Winter Cometh
Can you say 'cold'? I should've worn thicker socks out. My toes are going numb... But thank God for a roof over my head and walls that retain at least some heat. Would've been a better idea to switch the heater on before leaving - or at least set a timer - but I'm a Kiwi; the cold is nothing (*insert Tui advert here*).
Aside from imminent Winter bearing down on us, things seem to be moving forward. I just came from an inspiring prayer time with a couple of old friends. My prayer life has been shoddy as of late and this was enough to slightly encourage my spirit. But not only that, our city is going to be impacted, simply because we were able to put aside the distractions of life and focus on what truly matters: the Lord God Almighty and His Plan ^L^
So yeah, there's apparently this spiritualist dude holding these seminars in our town hall this week and so seeing as the writhing and seething forces of hatred and destruction will be bent on wreaking havoc and tormenting people's lives even more, it's in our best interest to see that the power they thought they had is ultimately snuffed out. Because there's one thing they didn't count on: the Blood of Jesus and commission of the saints to plead the Power of the Blood, thus rendering Satan's forces impotent. Ohhh yeahhh ^^
Some things to keep in mind: protection against retaliation and assault; determination to see spiritual battles through; faithfulness to the cause; commitment to the faith; continued renewal of sanctification; glory to God in everything XD
We don't simply fight against rapscallions and hooligans but against disgusting forces of darkness. It's not so much a battle of the mind as it is a battle in the spirit.
-Timotheos
Standing strong
Aside from imminent Winter bearing down on us, things seem to be moving forward. I just came from an inspiring prayer time with a couple of old friends. My prayer life has been shoddy as of late and this was enough to slightly encourage my spirit. But not only that, our city is going to be impacted, simply because we were able to put aside the distractions of life and focus on what truly matters: the Lord God Almighty and His Plan ^L^
So yeah, there's apparently this spiritualist dude holding these seminars in our town hall this week and so seeing as the writhing and seething forces of hatred and destruction will be bent on wreaking havoc and tormenting people's lives even more, it's in our best interest to see that the power they thought they had is ultimately snuffed out. Because there's one thing they didn't count on: the Blood of Jesus and commission of the saints to plead the Power of the Blood, thus rendering Satan's forces impotent. Ohhh yeahhh ^^
Some things to keep in mind: protection against retaliation and assault; determination to see spiritual battles through; faithfulness to the cause; commitment to the faith; continued renewal of sanctification; glory to God in everything XD
We don't simply fight against rapscallions and hooligans but against disgusting forces of darkness. It's not so much a battle of the mind as it is a battle in the spirit.
-Timotheos
Standing strong
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Just Another Sunday
Today is Sunday. How profound. I watched two episodes of Stargate SG-1; played my warrior (level 30) - ran the Stockades; watched a movie: 'Thumbsucker' - kinda unique in a not-so-enthralling or -interesting kind of way; and played an adventure game that is the predecessor to one I hope to play sometime in the near future: 'The Longest Journey', preceding 'Dreamfall'.
And that's my Sunday. Nothing profound about it, actually. And now there is nothing at all profound, enthralling or interesting about my Blog entry for this mundane evening.
I'll finish up by scribing my usual diary entries and going to bed, ready to face yet another day of customer service. Joy. Like it or not, it is a job. Perhaps I will get inspiration tomorrow and this spot will be filled with words more insightful than these.
-Timotheos
Lost for Words
And that's my Sunday. Nothing profound about it, actually. And now there is nothing at all profound, enthralling or interesting about my Blog entry for this mundane evening.
I'll finish up by scribing my usual diary entries and going to bed, ready to face yet another day of customer service. Joy. Like it or not, it is a job. Perhaps I will get inspiration tomorrow and this spot will be filled with words more insightful than these.
-Timotheos
Lost for Words
Saturday, May 06, 2006
The Best Job in the World
I wonder if I even wrote the following. I don't remember doing so. Perhaps it was a long time ago...
The Fours Aspects of Game Development
1. Programmers
• Make the game work by coding all the properties to function as they should.
• Proficient in computer programming languages such as C++ and assembly.
• Have usually studied hard about topics such as software design, data structures, algorithms, and mathematics.
2. Artists
• Create all game visuals and animations.
• Proficient in drawing 2D and 3D images used in games.
• Have studied art and honed these skills, which include texture and composition, as well as using software such as Photoshop and 3D Studio MAX.
3. Sound Engineers and Musicians
• Produce music and sound effects used throughout the game.
• Are usually musicians in their own right, and are responsible for creating the sound effects and musical soundtracks for the game.
• Are both musically inclined and sophisticated users of the latest in sound editing and music composition software and equipment.
4. Game Designers
• Producer and Director of a game – create the whole game and all its aspects, while holding a base understanding of the three other parts of game development, and knowing who, what, when, where, and why.
• Understand the underlying game mechanics and theory.
• Have usually played a huge variety of games, including board games, war games and pen-and-paper role-playing games.
• Responsible for the myriad of statistics, properties and rules that go into a game, and have to balance the details to make a game fun.
• No specific course of study for designers, other than that they study everything, from science to history to the inner workings of hundreds of games.
• Spend a great deal of time creating content that goes into a game – levels, puzzles, scenarios etc.
• Also responsible for making sure everyone understands the design document, and that everything is done right.
I seriously doubt I'll ever actually design a game. However, wouldn't it be awesome to be involved in some way with a hugely successful game as a full-time job? I think so.
-Timotheos
Beta test it
The Fours Aspects of Game Development
1. Programmers
• Make the game work by coding all the properties to function as they should.
• Proficient in computer programming languages such as C++ and assembly.
• Have usually studied hard about topics such as software design, data structures, algorithms, and mathematics.
2. Artists
• Create all game visuals and animations.
• Proficient in drawing 2D and 3D images used in games.
• Have studied art and honed these skills, which include texture and composition, as well as using software such as Photoshop and 3D Studio MAX.
3. Sound Engineers and Musicians
• Produce music and sound effects used throughout the game.
• Are usually musicians in their own right, and are responsible for creating the sound effects and musical soundtracks for the game.
• Are both musically inclined and sophisticated users of the latest in sound editing and music composition software and equipment.
4. Game Designers
• Producer and Director of a game – create the whole game and all its aspects, while holding a base understanding of the three other parts of game development, and knowing who, what, when, where, and why.
• Understand the underlying game mechanics and theory.
• Have usually played a huge variety of games, including board games, war games and pen-and-paper role-playing games.
• Responsible for the myriad of statistics, properties and rules that go into a game, and have to balance the details to make a game fun.
• No specific course of study for designers, other than that they study everything, from science to history to the inner workings of hundreds of games.
• Spend a great deal of time creating content that goes into a game – levels, puzzles, scenarios etc.
• Also responsible for making sure everyone understands the design document, and that everything is done right.
I seriously doubt I'll ever actually design a game. However, wouldn't it be awesome to be involved in some way with a hugely successful game as a full-time job? I think so.
-Timotheos
Beta test it
Friday, May 05, 2006
Writing is an Art
But then, so is drawing and painting.
I like a lot of the World of Warcraft fanart that is submitted. There are some truly talented player-fans out there.
Take for example, this piece. I wonder how long it takes to outline, fill and colour something as detailed as this? I foresee a lot of people who can draw as well as many of these fan artists going pro. I write well - I want to write professionally. It seems that a lot of people can draw well. They should want to draw professionally.
I've always wanted to be involved in designing a game. Perhaps a backstory, character creation or even heading a design unit. It's not for lack of trying, either. Well, maybe I didn't try enough. A few years back, I did manage to get a design team together - but communication wasn't the best and everyone being from different countries, it made it difficult to get past all but the initial stages. Still, it was a good learning experience for all involved. After all, I had some artists / 3D modellers, programmers, designers and even a music / sound fx composer. Megiddo. Yup, it was a great idea.
Ideas - even great ideas - mean nothing if you don't at least try to put them into practise. It's the trying and failing that really helps you to move onto the next idea - until such a time as you can be serious and determined enough to succeed. Because one day I will succeed at something major. For now... I think I'll just keep writing, keep playing, and allow the ideas to flow however they may.
Talent is something you are born with; the outworking of creativity is learned.
-Timotheos
I've got an idea...
I like a lot of the World of Warcraft fanart that is submitted. There are some truly talented player-fans out there.
Take for example, this piece. I wonder how long it takes to outline, fill and colour something as detailed as this? I foresee a lot of people who can draw as well as many of these fan artists going pro. I write well - I want to write professionally. It seems that a lot of people can draw well. They should want to draw professionally.
I've always wanted to be involved in designing a game. Perhaps a backstory, character creation or even heading a design unit. It's not for lack of trying, either. Well, maybe I didn't try enough. A few years back, I did manage to get a design team together - but communication wasn't the best and everyone being from different countries, it made it difficult to get past all but the initial stages. Still, it was a good learning experience for all involved. After all, I had some artists / 3D modellers, programmers, designers and even a music / sound fx composer. Megiddo. Yup, it was a great idea.
Ideas - even great ideas - mean nothing if you don't at least try to put them into practise. It's the trying and failing that really helps you to move onto the next idea - until such a time as you can be serious and determined enough to succeed. Because one day I will succeed at something major. For now... I think I'll just keep writing, keep playing, and allow the ideas to flow however they may.
Talent is something you are born with; the outworking of creativity is learned.
-Timotheos
I've got an idea...
Thursday, May 04, 2006
For Better or Worse
I wasn't too well at work today, I lost 50,000 points at the Stargate site (they just up and vanished) and about ten WoW realms were down, including the two that I have characters on. However, we had an easy tea, the bus ride home was uneventful and I got to play a game I recently got, not to mention watching yet another Stargate SG-1 episode from season six.
For all things that appear to go wrong, there are always things that do go right. It really depends on how you look at things. We can perceive the world as unfair and focus on the things that we view as negative, hurtful or discouraging - but isn't it better to laugh in the face of unfairness? To rejoice in those things that are positive, helpful and encouraging? I'd like to think so ^L^
Enjoy life - it's only the beginning of something wonderful.
-Timotheos
Born to live
For all things that appear to go wrong, there are always things that do go right. It really depends on how you look at things. We can perceive the world as unfair and focus on the things that we view as negative, hurtful or discouraging - but isn't it better to laugh in the face of unfairness? To rejoice in those things that are positive, helpful and encouraging? I'd like to think so ^L^
Enjoy life - it's only the beginning of something wonderful.
-Timotheos
Born to live
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Gryphons Away
I wish I could fly.
With knees bent and hands fisted, shoulders dipped and head down, pulses of coiled power begin to pulse out in waves. The land upon which you stand ripples in anticipation as you feel the tension build to phenomenal levels. In a sudden release of unearthly energy, the ground heaves and the air parts, heat shimmering in all directions and the ground rapidly falling below your intensely accelerating form. You are airborne. You speed onward. You fly.
What is it about achieving virtual goals? From crafting a basic character to reaching levels of power well beyond your halting steps as a noob fumbling into the world. Discovering new places, unlocking new abilities, choosing a path that gives strengths in some areas whilst leaving others lacking. Performing tasks that build the profile of a hero; for a hero is what many wish they were. Perhaps in our desire to be more than we are, we reflect that in the virtual steps we take in seeking to attain pseudo-power, -recognition and -accomplishment.
Since starting to play World of Warcraft again, I have decided to finish some of the things I began before I quit. It's not like it's anything like what it was, though. Taking a two month break not only cleared my head but also allowed me to better evaluate where I was at and where I'm going. Going back to a game that was such an addiction is not a problem in itself - in taking such an extended break so suddenly, and for such a period, I have been able to set much better habits of discipline and prioritisation. The hold is no longer there - casual playing (ie. not even every day) for short periods of time (ie. perhaps an hour at most) is now, simply put, simple. The only problem lies in gathering enough interest to make it worth my while to log in at any given time.
The excitement could still be there - I'm just a bit overwhelmed with what to do right now. The difference is, I don't live the game - I allow the game to be slotted into my life at times.
Expect more regarding the World of Azeroth in the months ahead. I won't give up so easily ^L^
-Timotheos
Scrabble for Power
With knees bent and hands fisted, shoulders dipped and head down, pulses of coiled power begin to pulse out in waves. The land upon which you stand ripples in anticipation as you feel the tension build to phenomenal levels. In a sudden release of unearthly energy, the ground heaves and the air parts, heat shimmering in all directions and the ground rapidly falling below your intensely accelerating form. You are airborne. You speed onward. You fly.
What is it about achieving virtual goals? From crafting a basic character to reaching levels of power well beyond your halting steps as a noob fumbling into the world. Discovering new places, unlocking new abilities, choosing a path that gives strengths in some areas whilst leaving others lacking. Performing tasks that build the profile of a hero; for a hero is what many wish they were. Perhaps in our desire to be more than we are, we reflect that in the virtual steps we take in seeking to attain pseudo-power, -recognition and -accomplishment.
Since starting to play World of Warcraft again, I have decided to finish some of the things I began before I quit. It's not like it's anything like what it was, though. Taking a two month break not only cleared my head but also allowed me to better evaluate where I was at and where I'm going. Going back to a game that was such an addiction is not a problem in itself - in taking such an extended break so suddenly, and for such a period, I have been able to set much better habits of discipline and prioritisation. The hold is no longer there - casual playing (ie. not even every day) for short periods of time (ie. perhaps an hour at most) is now, simply put, simple. The only problem lies in gathering enough interest to make it worth my while to log in at any given time.
The excitement could still be there - I'm just a bit overwhelmed with what to do right now. The difference is, I don't live the game - I allow the game to be slotted into my life at times.
Expect more regarding the World of Azeroth in the months ahead. I won't give up so easily ^L^
-Timotheos
Scrabble for Power
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Imminent.Threat.Contained
Free virus checkers and anti-spyware progz aren't always the most effective tools for purging your system of a malicious visitor. I realised that I'd somehow contracted some sort of spyware / trojan hybrid over the last two days. I blame MySpace. I never did trust that site. You see, Zach - I told you there was a reason I didn't use it ^L^
Well, AVG is usually pretty good, especially for a free virus checker / quarantine programme. Coupled with LavaSoft AdAware and SpyBot: Search & Destroy, keeping one's system workably clean doesn't usually take much effort at all. However, when one makes a stupid mistake and allows something nasty to infect and begin to work its hoodoo, these free-to-download anti-nasty-stuff applications don't cleanse your system of everything - especially when something is running in the background and repeatedly reopens itself to prevent expulsion.
That's where root system security access and base protocol manual locating and extracting comes into play. Of course, the programmes tell you that they've quarantined every existent threat, but the truth of the matter is, no matter how many system resets you do, or how many times you run all three programmes adjacent to each other (one could also add something like ClamWin into the mix, just to balance the whole anti-virus and anti-spyware conglomeration), some things are just so annoying that they refuse to be scraped off and washed down the sink.
Perhaps if I didn't have a background of growing up in the 90's (pre-DirectX) where batch programmes, exiting to DOS and pkzipping to ten floppy disks was the norm, I wouldn't have learned as much, nor kept as much of an interest, as I have now and been able to run this user-friendly environment as administrator in safe mode with command prompt, deleted the guilty files and run regedit to completely discard any evidence that trojan.hatesyou.fornoreason had ever existed and been allowed to run its course for a steady 24 hours.
My trust is still in black screens with white lettering.
-Timotheos
Exorcism.complete
Well, AVG is usually pretty good, especially for a free virus checker / quarantine programme. Coupled with LavaSoft AdAware and SpyBot: Search & Destroy, keeping one's system workably clean doesn't usually take much effort at all. However, when one makes a stupid mistake and allows something nasty to infect and begin to work its hoodoo, these free-to-download anti-nasty-stuff applications don't cleanse your system of everything - especially when something is running in the background and repeatedly reopens itself to prevent expulsion.
That's where root system security access and base protocol manual locating and extracting comes into play. Of course, the programmes tell you that they've quarantined every existent threat, but the truth of the matter is, no matter how many system resets you do, or how many times you run all three programmes adjacent to each other (one could also add something like ClamWin into the mix, just to balance the whole anti-virus and anti-spyware conglomeration), some things are just so annoying that they refuse to be scraped off and washed down the sink.
Perhaps if I didn't have a background of growing up in the 90's (pre-DirectX) where batch programmes, exiting to DOS and pkzipping to ten floppy disks was the norm, I wouldn't have learned as much, nor kept as much of an interest, as I have now and been able to run this user-friendly environment as administrator in safe mode with command prompt, deleted the guilty files and run regedit to completely discard any evidence that trojan.hatesyou.fornoreason had ever existed and been allowed to run its course for a steady 24 hours.
My trust is still in black screens with white lettering.
-Timotheos
Exorcism.complete
Monday, May 01, 2006
The Way is Narrow
Promiscuous sex is like a transaction without a receipt: you can't take it back. Marriage, a covenant assurance of faithfulness, imparts trust, reliability and true satisfaction. Even if sex with someone other than your lifelong spouse didn't affect your soul, it cannot establish contentment. Without a legal agreement, pain, frustration and broken trust is within easy reach. It's called compromise. If one compromises their own sexual purity, there is nothing to prevent other compromises from being made. No matter what someone's intentions, laws have been logically established in this world to provide assurance, security and fairness, and to hamper manipulation, exploitation and duplicity.
But short-sightedness and the urge to fulfil short-term desires is overpowering in both a physical and emotional sense. When I was younger, dad told me a story about two guys from different companies at a conference. They were both in the bathroom at the same time, taking a leak. When one had finished, he washed his hands, but the other guy didn't, and began to walk out. "Where I come from," said the first guy, "they taught us to wash our hands after taking a pee."
"Well," responds the other, "where I come from, they taught us not to pee on our hands."
The moral?
Prevention sure beats recovery ^L^
The same is true of any morally questionable situation. If the consequences are too great, then don't compromise - the best prevention is avoiding a situation altogether, where the possibility for grievous error exists. Take, for instance, a guy and a girl who are dating each other. If they sit in one or the other's room with the door shut, that is not only testing your mettle - ultimately, a stupid thing to do - but who, aside from the two of you and God, knows truly what is occurring behind that door? Rules are important - even moreso, avoiding "every kind of evil"* not only quells gossip but shows strength of character and wisdom.
*1 Thess. 5:22 actually refers to how we should treat prophecies, but it is only wise to avoid any questionable circumstances when given the choice.
I ask God daily to bless my future relationship with my wife. In faithfulness He promises to pour out blessing. If we keep our eyes on the goal, staying on the narrow path set before us, allowing the world's distractions to slide past without effect - we are robots. No, lol, we are retaining righteousness. God has promised to bless us for staying true - when we don't succumb to the temptations of this world, nor bow to the pressures of youth and the urges of hormonal human nature, I'll bet God Almighty is mighty pleased with us. As a single person, patience is very important - never losing sight of God's blessings isn't enough to give you daily strength, but drawing on the Holy Spirit and frequently recalling God's promise to bless and reward such patience, really helps to maintain resolve and stay on the straight path ^^
How do you stay strong and true, then? Through dedication, determination and discipline - a daily recommitment and reminder of future rewards. The benefits far outweigh the consequences for slipping and the pain of not giving in. Always remember the benefits, and thank God for long-term vision and patience.
The reward is worth the cost.
-Timotheos
Waiting to Unite
But short-sightedness and the urge to fulfil short-term desires is overpowering in both a physical and emotional sense. When I was younger, dad told me a story about two guys from different companies at a conference. They were both in the bathroom at the same time, taking a leak. When one had finished, he washed his hands, but the other guy didn't, and began to walk out. "Where I come from," said the first guy, "they taught us to wash our hands after taking a pee."
"Well," responds the other, "where I come from, they taught us not to pee on our hands."
The moral?
Prevention sure beats recovery ^L^
The same is true of any morally questionable situation. If the consequences are too great, then don't compromise - the best prevention is avoiding a situation altogether, where the possibility for grievous error exists. Take, for instance, a guy and a girl who are dating each other. If they sit in one or the other's room with the door shut, that is not only testing your mettle - ultimately, a stupid thing to do - but who, aside from the two of you and God, knows truly what is occurring behind that door? Rules are important - even moreso, avoiding "every kind of evil"* not only quells gossip but shows strength of character and wisdom.
*1 Thess. 5:22 actually refers to how we should treat prophecies, but it is only wise to avoid any questionable circumstances when given the choice.
I ask God daily to bless my future relationship with my wife. In faithfulness He promises to pour out blessing. If we keep our eyes on the goal, staying on the narrow path set before us, allowing the world's distractions to slide past without effect - we are robots. No, lol, we are retaining righteousness. God has promised to bless us for staying true - when we don't succumb to the temptations of this world, nor bow to the pressures of youth and the urges of hormonal human nature, I'll bet God Almighty is mighty pleased with us. As a single person, patience is very important - never losing sight of God's blessings isn't enough to give you daily strength, but drawing on the Holy Spirit and frequently recalling God's promise to bless and reward such patience, really helps to maintain resolve and stay on the straight path ^^
How do you stay strong and true, then? Through dedication, determination and discipline - a daily recommitment and reminder of future rewards. The benefits far outweigh the consequences for slipping and the pain of not giving in. Always remember the benefits, and thank God for long-term vision and patience.
The reward is worth the cost.
-Timotheos
Waiting to Unite
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