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I won $11 bucks in a casino after work.

Not entertaining, but true.

Oops. I lost track of my post. Or something.

On penny slots. One of those machines that bend lines all over and it's a good thing the machine tells you you've won, otherwise you wouldn't be able to tell.

Fear my gambling habit.

A freind and fellow soldier came home from Iraq safe and sound today.

Went to the optomotrist and picked up my first glasses. Wore them for an hour while playing CoD got a huge headache.

I have found myself in the strange position of finding DAoC entertaining again. Instead of wearily heading back to the carebear servers I decided to dive into the PvP server, make /level toon and see what developed.

Immediately I learned that griefing at 20 is a waste of time, so I went to the old standby: The necromancer. I made the first L50 necro on Igraine and knew how easy it is to PL yourself, and since my son has access to two accounts, I got up to L30 and made a second necro, PLed him with my son's help to 30, and we made matching archers, him with a ranger, me with a hunter.

I haven't had this much fun in an online game in many many months. There is constant risk, constant fighting, poor losers, griefing, gray ganking, and all the other things I love to do.

Totem

I almost shot someone today. And on purpose too. Being in the US Navy... I stand many watches. Today, I was at the end of the pier with an M14 freezing my nuts off. Joe Sixpack, the wannabe diver, decides that entering the 100 yard security zone around the base is a good idea. I'll give the guy some slack, he was underwater in the San Diego bay and that is some murky stuff, but still, know what I mean? Anyway, I spot him when he is about 80 yards out. This is bad, real bad. We are still at high alert here on base, and this guy is making me jumpy. I call over to one of the Military Police patrol boats that are always in the bay with my radio and they start trucking. By this time I have locked and loaded and pointing my weapon at the slighty chubby wetsuit clad individual swimming towards my post. I'm not Rambo or some Hollywood soldier, I have no clue what to do with this dude, but he got too close I was going to have to shoot him. Luckily, for the both of us, I don't feel like shooting somebody if I can help it, the Police got there before he entered my "Safety Zone". I'm not sure if that was entertaining to you, but it certainly was for me.