The misery of ranked mode

I’ve never really had any aspirations to play ranked mode in League of Legends. When the day is over, I know that I’m a fairly middle-of-the-pack player at best, and don’t necessarily have any aspirations to rise to the Challenger ranks or anything.  I play with a locked camera, which I get a ton of grief for, and my preferred role is that of ADC, specifically either Jinx or Miss Fortune, to which I receive much more grief over the fact that I have allegedly “four champions (in spite of the fact that my “friends” trolled the shit out of me and mystery gifted me like 15 new champions, thus polluting my stacked champion deck with champions I’m less familiar with).”

I never really saw much point for me to play ranked, because I figured it would ultimately end up with me placing where I probably figured I’d belong, somewhere in the middle of the pack.  Additionally, once ranked, I put myself in the crosshairs of the tryhard players who scrutinize their peers’ accounts to check their rankings, so they could use what they find as fodder for harassment.

This is doubly worse for those who end up placing bronze (the lowest) on account of their own talent level, or in most cases, by being tanked by the weight of trolls who deliberately and flagrantly sabotage games, in order to grief others.

And that’s what served as the impetus for me writing this, the trolls of an online video game.

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Being right vs. What I want

Despite being the world’s worst baseball fan, there are still two things I have been following as it pertains to this season’s, Atlanta Braves-less MLB playoffs.  The first are the San Francisco Giants, who are a team that I dislike on account of their smarmy fanbase, overrated ballpark, and the city they represent.  However, the Giants represent a theory that I, among many snarky baseball fans have jokingly bought into, and there’s an intrigue in seeing if it comes to fruition or not:

The Giants win every even-numbered season.

Granted, it’s only been two instances, but still, that’s two more championships than most other franchises, much less the Braves have seen in their franchises’ histories.  But with titles won in 2010 and 2012, I’ve been saying that 2014 is destined to be their year as well, and that if nobody can keep the Giants out of the playoffs, than there may as well not be any playoffs, because another championship is all but inevitable.

To no surprise, the Giants (at the time I’m writing this) are a win away from yet another trip to the World Series, which if they get in, will likely win it, because that’s what the Giants do on even-numbered years.  The moment I saw that they had gotten into the Wild Card game, it was all but inevitable, and not even the #1 seed Nationals could put up much of a fight, and the perennially charmed Cardinals franchise is now hanging onto a thread, which will inevitably have to be cut.

Despite the fact that I really couldn’t care less about the Giants, they still represent something somewhat intriguing to me: being right.

The other thing that I’m keeping close attention to is something on a radically different plane for me, in that I’m actively rooting for a team to win it all, that isn’t the Braves.

I would really, really like to see the Kansas City Royals go all the way.

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Thoughts on Disney World

During the brog’s layoff, one of the things that I did was what’s apparently been somewhat of an annual tradition in recent years, which was a trip down to Florida to visit Disney World as well as Universal Studio’s Halloween Horror Nights.

It’s something I enjoy greatly, because I enjoy Halloween-themed events, roller coasters, and ultimately most of the evenings result being spent in Epcot’s annual Food and Wine Festival, which is pretty much one of the greatest events in the world to me, since by the time I’m done with it, I can typically claim that I’ve eaten the entire world, and lots of the countries’ kiosks brings out some excellent quality grub and booze to begin with.

Except for South Korea, which is pretty much the biggest disappointment since like the 2007 New England Patriots.  Seriously, just about every booth in the park has people indigenous, or at least of the ethnicity of the country’s booth they’re working for, except for South Korea’s.  Furthermore, the food is about as good as one might expect from a place that says “Korea” but has a bunch of white people working it.  When your options are the disappointing “Asian” pork taco from last year, and a “Kimchi Dog,” it’s like offering a Mexican person visiting from Mexico, Taco Bell or Del Taco.

Needless to say, due to the want for the little stamp in our communal Food and Wine passport, I bit the bullet and ate the Kimchi Dog.  It was about as satisfying as settling for Wendy’s when you’re in the middle of Epcot’s Food and Wine Festival.

I just don’t get it either, they had real-life Korean people when I went two years ago; has Disney added Koreans to their list of demographics hated, along with the Jews?

Regardless, my peoples’ poor showing did little to deter the rest of my trip as a whole.  Unlike the last two years, there are no pictures this year, because frankly, I didn’t want to bring my big clunky DSLR with me to Orlando this time, as I’ve always felt that it was somewhat of a pain in the ass to lug around, and have to check or have someone not ride something, so that it can be safely held.  I have no regrets about this call, either.

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Out of sight, out of mind

So, what I had feared might have happened, did happen; with my site down for the indeterminate amount of time it’s been down, I’ve simply stopped writing.  Not only have I really stopped writing, I haven’t even given much thought about writing until I really sat down and started writing this.  As this post is entitled, out of sight, out of mind.

I do not want to get used to this.

However, I can’t necessarily say it’s a terrible thing that such has happened, as since the brog’s temporary offline status has taken effect, I’ve actually been pretty busy in my daily everyday life’s affairs, likely to the point of where anything that I would’ve posted, probably wouldn’t have been of much quality that appeases my personal standards in the first place.  I won’t really get into everything that’s happened since the period of time in which the brog was operational, but I will say that most all of it has been positive.

More than a lot of people that know me might expect.

What does stink though however, is the fact that at the time I’m writing this right now, I really have no idea of what the last thing that went live actually was.  Admittedly, I had a cache of posts that were going to go up before the network transfer, and I don’t even remember what those were.  The downside to housing everything server-side is the fact that when things are offline, I frankly have no control, much less access to my own content, which is kind of a helpless feeling.

Regardless, with things kind of settling down a little bit in my daily weekday routine, with most of my trips, conventions and general plans wrapping up, I figure now is as good as time as any to try and get back into the swing of regular writing.  Even if I can’t actually post the things I write until the brog is back up online, I am going to try and make efforts to keep writing, so that if anything at all, I can retroactively go back and post things on their according days, and if all goes according to plan, then all six of my readers might have a whole cache of things to kill 20 minutes with.

One hell of a detour

I had intended on going to AWA this year.  I actually had a pretty decent time the previous year, since I went for just a single day, and I took a good amount of pictures, and the venue was a good place to take said pictures, which made me happy.  I hung out with some friends occasionally, and in spite of the fact that most of the people there made me feel even more ancient than my self-perception of my age is, I had a pleasant time.

I was kind of hoping to replicate that experience again this year; especially after the quality debacle I engaged in at Dragon*Con with the pictures I took, I kind of wanted some redemption.

Well, none of that happened.

Somewhere along the line, a questionable turn had occurred, and I ended up in South Carolina, before I knew it.  Maybe it was a little blind-siding since it required getting up at 4 a.m. in the morning in order to make happen.

The day in question was spent attending ESPN’s College Gameday at University of South Carolina, which was a pretty fun experience overall, because it’s something I’ve seen on and off for years, but never something I’ve ever thought of actually being there for.  Sure, everyone there was a Gamecocks fan, for a school and team that I couldn’t possibly be any more ambivalent towards, but the scene as a whole was fun, jovial, and if anything at all, was fun to just see what the signs had to say.

The only downside was that with South Carolina’s opponents being the kind of squeaky-clean Missouri, signs were somewhat stretching a little bit, because Mizzou is just one of those schools that doesn’t have many problematic players.  Ultimately, one of the takeaways I had about Gamecock-life is the fact that South Carolina seems to be a school with something of an identity complex; some of the most frequent messages strewn about the Horseshoe were declarations that Columbia, South Carolina was “the real” Columbia, as opposed to Mizzou coming from Columbia, Missouri.

And then there were all the shirts and signs that declare South Carolina as “THE REAL USC,” as opposed to the University of Southern California who also uses the moniker of “USC.”  But since Southern California wasn’t even remotely involved in this matchup between two SEC schools, I interpret this akin to when the Boston Red Sox play against the Royals or Twins, or a National League team, and the local fans have no idea how to heckle the opponents, so it ends up being a generic “Yankees Suck” chant when their few attempts fall onto deaf ears.

Either way, it was still a fun experience overall, and ultimately, I kind of felt a little kinship to the school after one afternoon in Columbia, to a point where I could actually pull for them in their game against Missouri.  Even though, I do think Steve Spurrier is still an asshole after his abandonment of his NFL career, after he realized he couldn’t cut it at the professional ranks.

Unfortunately, being the living sports jinx that I often times think I am, naturally, it would be the upset of the week, as the Tigers won 21-20.

Regardless, I look back at this sort of impromptu trip to South Carolina, foregoing my nerdy hobbies for one of my more jock-ish interest, fondly and without regret.  Depending on who’s asking, I may even say it was totally worth it.