Oorah!

My talents in the realms of digital entertainment are typically not consistent. Typically, I am an above-average video-game player that, with a little practice, can become quite competent at any game I play. But occasionally, for reasons I cannot begin to explain, I am granted a blessed moment of clarity that grants me the power to dominate whatever game I am playing.

I've had a few such moments the past week while playing Call of Duty 4. I'm normally quite good at the game, frequently residing in the top 3 of whatever team based game I'm currently sporting. But every dozen games or so, I explode. Every shot I make is a headshot. I handily score ten kills in a row without pause. My grenades sail home as though directed by the hand of God. In short, for a few short minutes every week, I become Death itself, and the feeling is glorious.

My best match thus far was a Team Domination match, in which I racked up 50 kills and 330 points, with only 6 deaths. To give you some basis of comparison, your average Team Deathmatch goes to 100 kills, and your average Team Domination goes to 1,000 points. Basically, it's damn impressive.

Enough masturbatory ego-inflation. Onward, to other things!

I'm going to be running an epic-level D&D campaign, which I'm a bit nervous about. I haven't run a real D&D game for some time, and getting back in the saddle by starting at level 21 is not perhaps the smartest thing to do. Ah well. It's too late now!

In Warcraft news, my friend DJ has power-leveled his Druid to 70, and is now suffering from what I like to call the "Hybrid Curse": namely, he spent 70 levels as a whirlwind of destruction, and now everyone wants him to be a healbot. Welcome to the club, my friend. We have jackets.

Is it wrong that I find humor his ironic misery? Is it wrong to enjoy the bittersweet taste of vengeance after years of brooding? Perhaps. But enjoy it I do!

In closing, your Moment of Zen.

Peace!