Why does the universe hate me?

I’m so nice!

Let me lay out the latest scenario.

As you know, I have been playing Pathfinder : Wrath of the Righteous for a long time now and for the latest… what seems like forever, I have been playing through the official DLC expansion, Midnight Isles.

Seriously, I am beginning to forget what playing the main game and the other two DLCs was like. It all seems so far away now. I remember there was a plot, and story, and dialogue, and complex tactical combat, and everything! Like a real video game!

It all seems like a dream to me now… could it ever have been real?

Anyhow, for the latest span of eternity I have been stymied by this one uber nasty boss fight. I got so frustrated with it that I restored a save from WAY earlier in the game just so I could make a few new characters of various types and see if THEY could hit the son of a bitch.

That meant that I had to work my way back to this asshole all over again, and that meant I had to do some ALMOST as tricky fights over again, so it has taken some serious blood, sweat, and toil to get back to where I was before.

But finally I made it. Back to the temple where I fought this motherfucker before. I got the spells, gear, skills, and ideas to maybe, just maybe, put this fucker back in the grave (he’s undead) and actually get to progress in the game and maybe even finish this fucking DLC so I can finally move on with my fucking life.

So that’s when the game starts crashing. Hard. A LOT.

It’s just not fair. I have worked so hard. But now, when I load my game, I have at most 5 minutes before the whole thing does that obnoxious kind of crash it has done before where they game is still running but somehow the monitor is not receiving input from the computer any more.

I have tried resetting the monitor when this happens but nope. The only cure is to reboot, and that is really goddamned frustrating.

I dunno what to do going forward. There is no point in going back to a previous save state if the same thing is going to happen again. Then again, it didn’t happen the first time I got stuck, so…. I dunno.

But I can’t give up. I have to finish this. It is how I am built, I have to finish what I start. Especially when I have put this much time and energy into it.

Ergo, I guess I have to find away around the problem. Somehow.

Why is nothing ever easy?

More after the break.

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Got another furry smut comic to recommend!

Naked hot tub party! by the marvelous master, Anti-Dev.

It has a great story, funny dialogue, and lovable characters, along with plenty of hot gay furry sex, so it is basically perfect.

Tragia, the gay weasel, is so damned cute that I want to hug him till he squeaks, and Brooks, the “nothing that happens in a hot tub counts as gay ” rooster starts off seeming like an asshole but by the end of the comic I really like him.

He’d be one of those “that’s just Brooks being Brooks (eyeroll)” kind of friends but if you could get past that, I think he’d be great to have around.

Hope you enjoy the comic as much as I do!

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A little bit better

Tonight. I realized that I hadn’t had Greek food since I was at VFS and went to the donair place next door, so I figured I would order some via our pal Skip.

The only place open was a place called Donair Dude. Fair enough. Donairs^[1] are Greek food in the same way that pizza is Italian food.

And I noticed that Donair Dude has the following quote on their bags and such :

Live life as if everything is rigged in your favour. – rumi

My donair dude bag

And that really got me thinking.

That seems like it might actually work, as long as you didn’t take it too far. Research shows that it seems to be the positive, confident people who assume everything is going to work out for the best who succeed in life.

And it’s the sorry little sad sacks like me who…. don’t.

But I know there is a deep well of positivity and optimism within me. I know that the part of me that refuses to become jaded or callous and that won’t ever give up no matter how slow life is going and that defies my depression in small but meaningful ways.

And that’s my spark. If I can reach deep and connect with that stubborn little light of mine and make it shine, it can be the spark plug that gets my engine revving up and turning over and powering me into the sunshine at long last.

Oh what the hell. This is so cute and dorky, I just have to share it.

I just have to hold on to that feeling – the feeling of stubborn refusal to give up or let go or lay down and die.

Like Mister Idea up there, I am going to keep on trucking no matter what. No matter what my inner storms bring, I am going to keep insisting on thinking about better days ahead and finding my strength and my vitality not from strength of body or even from the power of my Brobdignagian brain but from the power of my spirit and its own power source, my big, big heart.

I have a lot of love to give this world.

It’s just taken me far too long to realize that I don’t have to wait for life to hand me an opportunity to do it in order to make that work for me.

I can keep myself warm all by myself.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.