I don’t really consider myself a gamer. Once upon a time I would say I was. But that all changed with World of Warcraft. Around the time I started playing World of Warcraft, I installed an application called xfire. Xfire is a chat client, much like AIM, that allows you to connect easily with other gamers. It also tracks what games you play…and how long you have played each game. One day after playing WoW I happened to check my xfire account. What I saw made my jaw drop. Xfire said I had been playing for 52 hours. 52 hours of my life went into a video game. That is like a work week and then some. Shortly after, I canceled my account and haven’t looked back…except once. But I haven’t looked back since that one time.
I go through spells where I will fire up the PS3 or Xbox for some quick entertain. But I start feeling guilty if I have been playing too long. Anyway, I am babbling, on to the point. Today, I saw something that got the gamer inside me excited.
The announcement of Diablo III!!!te he!!
I probably spent more time on Diablo II than any other game. Even my non-gamer friends would waste hours and hours playing. So when I saw the announcement over at 1-Up, I instantly felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. When it releases, I envision a Sir Rob wasting a good portion of his life on it. At least for the first week. That should be about the time I start feeling the guilt.
Check out the teaser video!
Also, head over to 1-UP for the article and screenshots.
Oh! Ooooooh! Oooooooh! Ahhhhh. Towel please!
On a sidenote, 52 hours is nothing compared what other people have put in. I know people that have put 500+ hours into it. Can you imagine that. Has anyone ever been on their death bed and said “I wish I would have done more gaming.”
I have what some might call a problem, some may call it an addiction. I drink a lot…of sodas. It’s really embarrassing for me to admit this. I have a lot of people looking up to me. It’s because of them I want to kick this dirty habit and get clean.
The turning point for me came one day when I was in a back ally servicing a quadriplegic amputee Gulf War vet. I was on my knees about to start the ‘Sir Robbie Rob World Famous Special’ and it hit me. Well, the vet hit me. The first hit was to the head, with what I don’t know, from that point on I was in and out of consciousness. I woke up laying in the filth of the ally covered in my own blood. My body was covered with bite marks and wheel chair tire marks. I had hit rock bottom…Actually I would say rock bottom hit me. I knew I needed to get help.
I reached out to my family but they gave up on me a long time ago. They got tired of me stealing from them just so I could get my fix. They would say “Why didn’t you just get a soda out of the fridge! We had a 24 pack!”. But they didn’t understand. They only had normal soda in there. My cravings were for diet soda. Anyone can get addicted to Coca Cola. It takes a real junkie to get addicted to Caffeine-Free Diet Coke.
It was because of the Diet Coke addiction I couldn’t find anyone with experience to help rid my of it. I would go to all of the rehabs in town and the conversation was the same everywhere.
Rehab Front Desk: “Addicted to Diet Coke?”
SRR: “Caffeine-Free Diet Coke mostly. Sometimes I drink a Diet Dr. Pepper or regular Diet Coke. I drink about 12 sometimes 15 cans a day.”
Rehab Front Desk: “Sir please get the hell out of here. We have REAL patients that have REAL problems.”
No one understood my addiction. I was on my own to kick this nasty habit. So I found a dirt motel in the middle of no where. I would kick this thing cold turkey. Right after I enjoyed a Diet Code from the vending machine. It was probably the best thing I have or will ever taste. Afterwards, I boarded up the room and started the rough road to a healthier life.
It was 5 days later that I came out of that room. The soda no longer had its’ teeth in me. I walked right up to that vending machine. It sat there tempting me to have another refreshing soda. But I won that battle I got a bottle water instead. I just said no!
I wanted to share my story so everyone with an addiction to diet sodas knows they’re not alone. There are others out there that are wanting to help you. Just reach out and we will help.
Hi. My name is Sir Robbie Rob and I’m a soda addict. I’ve been sober for 19…make that 20 minutes.
I’ve been on the hunt for a Charlie and the Candy Mountain t-shirt since MetalMan told me about it. In my searching I found a friggin’ sequel to the awesome-ness that is Charlie. I can’t believe I didn’t know about this. I must be seriously out of the loop.
That is just pure gold. Heeeeeeeyyyyyy Charlieeeeeeeeeeeeeee
By the way, someone hook me up with a link to a Charlie t-shirt.
UPDATE: I’m a jackass. The link is actually at the end of the clip. MetalMan thanks for sending the link and not pointing out I’m slightly slow.
Change never comes without problems. If it did, we wouldn’t try to avoid it as much as possible. This time is proving to be no different. It’s treating me like its little prison bitch. I’m the new fish on the block and its screaming “Fresh Meat!” at me. Why does it have to be so ruthless?
Man up Rob! Don’t Cry!
*Deep Breath*
Actually it hasn’t brought me to tears yet. I’m just walking around with a donut pillow for when I sit down.
Back in April, we sold our beater truck. I used the truck as my daily driver and hauling around my dirt bikes. Well, it had about 316,000 miles on the original motor and was due for inspection. Last year, our mechanic did everything in their power to get it to pass the emission test. This year it wouldn’t have passed, so we got rid of it instead of dumping cash into it for a rebuild. That left us with 1 Car and my beater Honda CM400E. Not bad, cause I like riding me some motorcycles. Shortly after we left for vacation. When we came back the CM400E was sitting in its own fluids. Quite nasty really. So that sat on the sidelines while I ordered parts for it. Meanwhile, Alev and I are sharing one car for getting to and from work. No big deal.
A little history about our 1 and only car. It’s a 1999 Chevrolet Tahoe that we got from Alev’s brother. He was planning on moving back to Turkey and needed to sell his truck. He was telling us that he was taking it around and people weren’t offering him enough money for it. Me, being the complete dumbass I’m known for being, offered to buy the truck off of him if nothing pans out. Big mistake. He was feeding us a bunch of BS about how he was still trying over the next couple of weeks. It came down to him having to leave and no luck getting rid of the truck. He drops it off at our house and I was stunned. I will skip all the mean stuff. But the truck was jacked up and we weren’t about to take this over until he or his mom fixed it. Sadly, his mom paid to get it fixed and we held up our part of the deal. Over the year of us owning it we dumped so much money into it…just for repairs. That’s a brief history of the Tahoe.
Anyway, Alev and I are sharing the Tahoe. This goes on for a couple of weeks. Then comes a time when we need to take the Tahoe in for some work. It’s an all day thing so we are stranded at home without a car. Not that I mind being stranded at home, I just like it when it’s by choice. After we pick up the truck all is well…for a few days. The truck crapped out on us and I spent a whole day trying to fix it. No such luck for us. We rented a car (KIA…Killed In Action) and putted the truck back to the mechanic. At this point, Alev and I already decided we needed to get a reliable vehicle if it’s going to be our only one. So we decide to buy a car. Not really the best time but it’s needed.
We have a tendency to settle for things. We will buy something less desired because it’s cheaper. A year, probably less, we will get tired of said thing and look to replace it. This is our history with cars. This time we wanted to go in getting what we wanted but also put time into researching it. We found what we wanted and handle the process awesomely. Seriously, Alev and I kicked some ass that night.
Wtf did you just say? It’s not a mini-van, it’s a crossover. Completely different…ok not really.
So it’s not something that was planned. But it’s nice having a car that isn’t a complete POS.
This is just one of the many hiccups going on right now but we’re pushing through it. We’re not always pleasant towards each other but it will pass…soon I hope.
I’m sorry that I haven’t been paying any attention to you blog. Things have been crazy and I haven’t had anything smart ass-y to say. Instead of another sweet blog entry I thought I would do something different. I’m going to give my fans (Hi Mom!) a little something to get to know Sir Robs a little better.
How am I going to do that?
With Random YouTube clips.
Say What?!?!
Yep, I going to post some of the best YouTube clips that will help my readers get a better idea of my sense of humor.
It’s been grasping for air the past couple of weeks. So it’s time to let the cat out of the bag. I know all of the readers of SRR.com have been dying to know, “What’s the big change going on in your life?”. Well it’s time to tell you…tomorrow…maybe.
Just messing with you. Alev and I are putting our house on the market. During our vacation we talked about getting back to Austin and do whatever it takes to sell the house. Since being back we have gotten the outside of the house painted (puuurtty), running things to storage, and met with an awesome realtor. Everything has been going at a faster pace than I’m used too. You know those people that are ALWAYS busy? That’s not me. I avoid having too much too due. If I have to do anything, I don’t want it to be night after night. Anyway. We tried selling last year with not too much success. The market kind of fell apart last summer and it’s near impossible to sell a house in our neighborhood. Why? Cause we live…in the Ghettooooe. Plus I don’t think we were too serious. We listed with a friend and if it sold, it sold. If not, ehhh no biggie.
This time is different! We have priced to sell. What does that mean? It means we’re going to eat a big crap sandwich.
Whoa Rob! That’s nasty.
Yes it is. Even if we get the current asking price, we are going to be paying to get out of the house. Paying a lot of money. This is how serious we are about getting out of the house.
That’s cool, Rob. But that doesn’t seem like that huge of a change.
That is very true. There is a little more to the BIG change. Shortly after the house sells, Alev and I will be packing up and moving from Austin, Texas to Raleigh, North Carolina. Dun Dun Duuuuuunnnnnn. Even the thought of it puts my stomach in knots. It’s something we really want to do but it’s kind of scary. Ack seriously I have that nervous pukey feeling right now.
Moving to Raleigh has been something we have been talking about for 4-5 years. In the past we would talk about it, then tell everyone we’re moving to Raleigh. We would always end up doing nothing to work towards doing it. This time around, we wanted to keep things on the DL and get the ball rolling. The ball be a rolling now. Rolling really effin fast too. We broke the news to our friends on Friday and I thought I would share on SRR.com. How tacky would it have been for friends to find out on a website. Kind of messed up. So that is our big change. Maybe not big to everyone but for us, it’s going to be HUGE.
I got some more stuff about this I want to write about. It will have to wait till later. I’m supposed to be working.
I came across this YouTube clip today. It features NBA basketball star Kobe Bryant hanging out with the Jackass crew. They set up a pool full of snakes and take turns jumping into it. Really not that funny…for Jackass. The cool part is watching Kobe line up to jump over the pool and slam dunk a ball.
Now you’re probably saying “That’s pretty lame compared to other Jackass Shananigans.”
That is fact but watch Kobe jump over the pool…into a dunk. The distance he jumped just blew my mind. Mindblowing! I can’t even jump rope.
It’s that feeling you get before speaking in front of a large group of people. Or going into a BIG job interview might do it for you. For me, it’s public speaking. When I know I need to get up in front of people I instantly start feeling sick. First, I feel like I’m going to hurl, then it turns into other stomach issues. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. No? I get the shits! Thanks for making me say it. It completely wrecks me. By the time I get to speaking, I’m using all of my energy to keep from passing out.
Well I have that nervous pukey feeling all day. Only this time it’s not public speaking. It’s the possibility of some life changing events…good ones. For a long time I have been in a rut. Whether it be on a professional, personal, or creative level. I’m stuck in this loop where it’s the same shit, different day. Even though I dislike being in this place, I don’t like changes (good or bad) to the monotony. I will kick and scream then throw out the saddest puppy look. Kind of sickening really. This is not how I want to be. I would like to say there was a time I wasn’t like this. But thinking about it, I was the exact same way when I was in High School.
Damn…it’s easier thinking I haven’t always been like this.
Anyway. I have talked and talked about changing things up. Even though I may do something different for a short while I always end up where I started. It drives me crazy. This year it drove me into a depression like I have never experienced. Not a place I would like to return too anytime soon.
During our vacation, Alev and I discussed a few things. Basically it came down to this, we have to do whatever it takes to make the changes we want. No Excuses. No Can’ts. Just Do (I would have said “Just Do It! but afraid of Nike lawyers suing me). So, coming back from vacation we hit the ground running. So far everything is falling into place. We’re not quite there yet but I think we can see the light. The light is getting so bright that it’s giving me that nervous pukey feeling. Under that pukey feeling is some excitement. You smell that? That’s the smell of change!
Actually, it could be me. I told you, my stomach gets messed up in all kinds of ways.
Many of you at one point have heard me say “One day, by golly, I’ll get a Mac. I just need to sell my right and left testicles.”. Well the day has FINALLY come. Alev and I are proud owners of 24 inch iMacs. Now I can get away from the crappy Adobe Premiere and work on Final Cut Pro. It was almost worth the castration. Check out the arrival.
If this was a Disney movie, this is where we would break into song. Thankfully, this isn’t a Disney movie.
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