File this under neat gadgets and gizmos. Who needs a laptop when you can browse the web using your PSP?
Brian is totally thrilled because now he can play Ogame anywhere he goes. If I have ever given the impression that I didn’t think PSPs were cool before, I hereby rescind my stance. The whole idea of the web on your PSP rocks! It will totally phase out magazine racks in bathrooms the world over!
Okay, I just have to get this off my chest because this incident makes me proud to be a woman. Guys are just stupid, stupid, stupid. They would be smart if they just learned to follow instructions. Anyway, so the router dies and I’m mad because this means we have to spend money to buy a replacement. I send Brian to the store to buy a router. I tell him specifically, I want a Linksys router. I want the exact same one that we have. I know I’m being too specific, but I’m familiar with setting up this one (as far as port forwarding for the live cam goes and I don’t want to mess with learning how to set it up on a different router). It will be far more convenient for me if he gets the same one, so that is why I asked for it specifically. He said he could get it from Wal-Mart. It was late, around midnight, and I figured that it’s a pretty simple task so I left it up to him. Fast forward to this morning. I wake up a little before nine o’clock. I go, “How did it go last night?” He goes, “I just went to bed, I can’t get it to work. We’ll call dad later.” This baffles me because this shit is plug and play. It’s so simple, Logan could do it! So since he wants to get some more sleep I go, “Is the shit plugged in? If so, I’m going to go work on it.” So I go to office and start checking it out. Guess what. He bought a hub. I sent him to the store to get a router and he comes home with a freaking hub! Okay, so granted he got the Linksys part right, but it’s a freaking hub! I said I wanted a router dammit! I return to the bedroom fuming. I’m thinking no wonder he spent several hours trying to get it to work and still couldn’t. “What possessed you to buy a hub? You need to go back to the store and exchange it for a router!” I demanded. “Okay, but I just got to bed. I’ve only had three hours of sleep. Wake me up in a little bit.” I’m upset, but there is no point arguing with someone who isn’t even awake so I let him be. Deep down, though, I’m thinking it’s not my fault you spent all night trying to get the stupid hub to work. It wasn’t my idea to buy a hub. Had you bought a router, the shit would’ve worked and you wouldn’t have had to stay up. It’s not my fault you didn’t get any sleep. I felt that he should go to the store get the stupid hub exchanged pronto, but the guy is asleep. What can you do? So I went to the family room, blogged through my phone (which I love by the way) and masturbated. Yeah, sexual gratification is my solution to everything. I’m so glad I’m not a drug addict. I’d be so cracked out all the time. At least if you’re high on orgasms it doesn’t show up on urine or blood tests. It’s all natural. But I digress… Shall we continue? Around noon I returned to the bedroom to wake Brian up. “Okay, time to go to the store,” I tell him. Still disoriented he goes, “What? What’s happening?” I tell him again what he needs to do and he replies, “Okay, give me a minute to wake up.” A few minutes later, after much pouting and whining from me, he reluctantly gets dressed. Fast forward to him returning from the store with a router. It looks identical to the one we had before. So far so good. I read the box for confirmation, “Cable/DSL Router.” Eureka! We’re in business! We go to the office, plug the shit in. Immediately it starts working. Beautiful! He’s got internet. I’ve got internet. He tried accessing the Excel checkbook register which is on my computer and he was able to open it without any problems. Home network is back. Everything seemed to be working again. There was only one last thing: the live cam. Went to the port forwarding section. I found my bookmark no longer worked, it’s now forwarding.htm instead of forwarding.html, but everything else still pretty much looked or warked the same way. See, this is why it’s important to stick with the things that you are familiar with. Who wants to waste their time configuring shit? Anyway, the live cam didn’t work right away. I actually had to go to the Dynamic DNS website to modify my IP address because it had changed in the interim. Our high-speed internet provider doesn’t assign static IP addresses unless you’ve got a business account. I don’t really need a business account as long as I’ve got Dynamic DNS. After that, everything worked. All of that took about five minutes. No one had to stay up late. No one had to call tech support. No one had to spend five hours jacking with the stupid equipment. So let this be a lesson learned to all you men out there: Just follow the god damn instructions!
Just when I decide to quit playing Ogame, I find other players on Flickr. Mostly foreign folks. I don’t know of anyone else that plays Ogame locally other than the guys at Cable Mafia, the alliance I first started out with. They took really good care of me when I was first starting out.
I left the alliance before I hit 60000 points but I was quickly rising in the ranks. I started out a henchman, then became a hitman and then Attila promoted me to snitch. It was fun to watch others advance within the alliance and also in the game. The camaraderie was out of this world. I thought so, anyway.
Brian thought otherwise and decided to split. He formed his own alliance, Mercenenary Inc, which I joined within hours of its formation. You gotta support your husband, you know?
At first it was a fledgling alliance that just consisted of Brian, his dad and myself. Soon others joined. We had a total of 14 people when I left.
Anyway, I was Brian’s biggest hitter at around 60000 plus points. He was next with half the points I had. I think what devastated him most about my decision to quit playing Ogame is now the alliance has dropped significantly in the rankings.
Brian is convinced that I will eventually return to the game. I’m prety sure I’m done, though. I’m ready to move on to the next thing.
The only sad thing is now I’m finding other players on Flickr, who I had no idea existed until now. We could’ve started an Ogame Flickr group or something. Granted most of them are not American but diversity is what it’s all about. You have to allign yourself with other alliances (though, surprisingly, there are lots of people in the top ten that are not members of any alliance). You have to team up to succeed. It could’ve been really huge!
It’s too late now, though. I’ve already declared my resignation. Bummer, huh?
P.S. I just found out that there are lots of bloggers playing Ogame, also. Thanks to the new Blogger search feature. I haven’t tried Technorati yet, but I’m sure there are many other players out there in the blogosphere.
I bid farewell to Ogame. Gosh, that sentence sounds so calm considering how angry I was when I woke up this morning. I was so angry that I was actually contemplating audioblogging this post just so that you will know how enraged I was. I mean, no amount of exclamation points would have done the emotion justice. Anyway, yesterday Brian and I discussed that he would start playing my Ogame for me because I’m too busy to do much of anything with it other than going on 100 hour fleetsaves. So as my fleet were coming back from their three-day journeys, Brian was starting to send some of them back out on raids. I noticed the work he’d been doing and commended him for it. I actually sent him 200K in resources as payment for his services. I had noticed at that point that not much was going on at my main planet and I should’ve done something about it then, but I didn’t. I figured that Brian was playing and I would just leave my Ogame alone. I woke up this morning and my main planet was decimated. Over 200 ships, gone. All my solar satellites, gone. I was like negative 3K in energy and that was what tipped me off that I had been attacked. There was no message that I could find to tell me who did it and that frustrated me even more. So I did what any normal girl on the verge of a nervous breakdown would do. I pulled a “Seventh.” For the uninitiated, read that as quitting. I pulled the plug. It was time anyway. I’m just too busy to play anymore. I have never been a quitter but I was so angry that my first instinct was to delete my account. And if you know me, you know that I am a girl who listens to her instincts. Account will be terminated in about 72 hours. The deletion has commenced. I don’t know why it takes so long though. Maybe it waits for your fleet to return? By the way, the 72 hours is a rough estimate. The game uses some other time zone and I never know what time anything happens. It’s really dumb. You should be able to change it to your own time zone. But I guess the game programmers are too busy playing to worry themselves with finicky details like that. So anyway, now that I’m dropping a hobby I guess I’ll have to pick up another one down the road. I’m thinking of sex with strangers. What do you guys think? That sounds like a lot more fun anyway. Tell me what my next hobby should be.
Being as several members of my family have worked in the medical profession at one point or another and I believe even some of them were considered “Nurses” by the standards of their time. I found this article to be very interesting and somewhat disturbing.
I found the following article at:http://www.petticoated.com/letter1704.htm
A recent letter from a male nurse describing his experience of being forced to wear female underwear was most interesting. The girls who did this to him and his roommate were absolutely right. For some time now I have been concerned over the appearance of my male nurses. Most uniform trousers are not opaque enough to camouflage the fly fronts of men’s jockey briefs. Bikini briefs look just as ridiculous because the low waist bands are frequently visible below the jacket half of the uniform. In addition, so many male nurses seem to insist on wearing ugly cotton t-shirts under their uniform tops. This strikes me as not unlike a woman who allows her slip to show. Equally-awful, as far as I’m concerned, are those ugly, bulky athletic socks that men have taken to wearing. They are never laundered completely white.
The whole subject came to a head several months ago when I went to hospital unexpectedly while visiting my parents. One of the nurses caring for me was an extremely competent, tall, good-looking male of about twenty five. In addition to his remarkable personal attributes, Danny’s appearance in his spotless uniform was nothing less than stunning. I tried to work out just what it was about him that distinguished him from his counterparts. First of all, there was no ugly t-shirt visible at his neckline, only smooth hairless skin with a beautiful plain gold chain around his neck. Most interesting was the fact that his polyester uniform pants had no fly down the front, only a single seam. Most surprising of all was the fact that there was no visual evidence showing through his trousers of any fly front on his briefs. This left me extremely curious.
However, my curiosity was short-lived. A day or two later Danny had to stoop over to clean up the mess I had accidentally made by knocking over my water glass. As he bent over, his uniform top rode up high enough to reveal about two inches of satiny white nylon panties. The thought that this gorgeous male nurse might be wearing women’s silk panties had never crossed my mind! Composing myself quickly I remarked softly, ‘I like your taste in underwear’. When there was no reply I decided to venture a question. ‘Do
you wear panties all the time?’ I asked, ‘Or just when you’re in uniform?’ As he slowly got back on his feet, Danny, his face beet red , said, ‘I have to wear them all the time. They’re the only underwear I’m allowed to have. My wife, who’s also a nurse, says that panties are what real nurses wear’.When I asked him what kind of socks he wore, Danny lifted his right leg to reveal a nice pair of white knee-high stockings which were sheer enough to give ample evidence that his legs were kept cleanly shaved. ‘Sometimes’, Danny added, ‘especially in cold weather, my wife makes me wear white tights in addition to my panties’.
At that point you could have knocked me over with a feather. Then it slowly dawned on me that here was the answer to the problem of the male nurse dress code that had been bothering me. The appearance of the uniform is being ruined because the wrong things are being worn with it, and under it. In addition to the obvious fact that women’s panties and stockings greatly enhance the appearance of any male nurse’s uniform, these garments provide a great psychological advantage as well. Nursing has traditionally been a female domain and, to my way of thinking, one in which we must keep the upper hand. If men wish to invade our territory, they must do so only on our terms. It occurs to me that having to wear women’s underwear is a good reminder to the boys that this profession rightly belongs to women. Surely no male who experiences the constant rubbing of silky panties and stockings against his hairless body will be able to forget who’s boss.
The one thing I have not yet solved is the problem of the hideous cotton t-shirt. I would be interested to know how your readers will react to my ideas, especially those in the nursing profession, both male and female. Let me make myself perfectly clear. I am boldly suggesting that we who are in positions of authority within the nursing profession take the necessary steps to design and enforce a new dress code for the males in our departments – something inoffensive, yet slightly girlish. Speak up, nurses, and let us hear your feelings!
Ms. R.L., HampsteadWhen this letter was originally published, nurses were still educated by the old apprenticeship system, and still wore proper nurses’ uniform. Today, when the education of nurses has been captured by the politically correct totalitarian left, the drop out rate for nurses has never been higher. Caring for patients, helping them to relax, and giving them the reassurance that you are patiently there when needed, has a genuinely curative effect, no doubt via some pathway involving the brain and the immune system of the body. Studies have been done which have shown that nurses wearing traditional uniform (dress, starched pinafore, nurses’ cap etc.) promote faster and better recovery than comparable patients overseen by the modern blue slacks-and-shirt nurses , whom elderly patients too often do not even recognize as nurses, much to the detriment of their health.
We need to restore nursing education to the system of forty years ago, restore hospital management to the Matron, and, if we are to have male nurses (and somehow they do not have the nurturing, healing effect of properly presented female nurses ) then by all means make their uniform somewhat feminine . But the really important thing today is to restore the female nurse’s uniforms efficient but caring femininity; that is a matter of urgency.
SusanSay What!!!
TracyR
Now that I have read this I believe that if I were to ever visit a Hospital again and see a male nurse, I might get punched for asking “do you wear panties”…
Why is it that Cingular has the coolest phones available? I’m tried of wanting a new phone only to find out that T-Mo doesn’t support it. GRRR! Case in point, my phone. It’s working now, though, and I can do everything that I need to do with it so I could care less if I can’t get any help from T-Mo. Exhibit B is the phone that Brian wants: Nokia 6682. This is another one that we will have to purchase through eBay when the time comes (probably December). We have to buy it unlocked because, just like my Sony Ericsson s710a, it’s a Cingular phone. I hate his current phone and I can’t wait for him to upgrade. I wish it were December already! Naturally, I’m excited because I want to play with the Nokia 6682 also. Yes, we are gadget freaks. BTW, the 7 megapixel camera phone from Samsung is coming. It’s CDMA, though so unless we switch service providers all hope of trying that is out of the question. But I’m sure the GSM version will soon follow.
All week Brian had been asking for the back rub that I had promised him. I hadn’t been able to do it because each night that he comes home from work, I’m usually already exhausted and sleepy. I would, but I’ve simply been too pooped to do it. This morning I woke up with tons of things on my mind so I was eager to get the day started. Again Brian asked for his back rub. This time he asked for it as a condition to getting up with me. Smart move on his part. I was finally able to oblige his request and, thus, the back rub commenced. I started pouring lots of massage oil on Brian’s back. We use the almond oil that comes with our kamasutra kit
BRIAN: That’s enough!
CHING: But it’s better with lots of oil. They use lots of oil when they massage us at Healing Waters.
BRIAN: Yes, but they rub it in their hands first.
CHING: They get paid to give massages, too.
BRIAN: I pay you!
CHING: With what?
BRIAN: Sex!
I thought about it for a moment and then rebutted with the following.. “I am underpaid!” He didn’t have an answer for that one. LOL.
Would anyone like to try my loan calculator ASP program? Brian made a header graphic for me and everything. Isn’t it great? It doesn’t quite work, but hopefully since it’s neat and pretty she won’t notice. Somehow I doubt it. There’s no fooling Dr. Mi. She’ll notice that my “Option Explicit” is missing and I will surely lose points. Oh, well. I already knew my grades were going to be crummy this semester. At this point, it’s just a matter of surviving.
$180 would NOT put you in debt! Think about it in pesos, it’s not even P10k and...
Anyway, I’ll spare you the 150 pictures. Some of them are kind of boring anyway. I posted a good selection on Flickr. Just follow this link if you want to see them.