I’ve had a couple of late entries into the Fiction’s Greatest Wizard ring, so I’m going to extend the deadline until Friday at 11:59 p.m. EST. If you want to tell us all who you think Fiction’s Greatest Wizard is, go here and tell us in the comments. Any entry left before the cutoff time will be put into a poll so everyone can cast their vote for who they think Fiction’s Greatest Wizard is!
It’s been a little bit since I last posted here. Between work, my family, and my other projects, I just haven’t had the time. I have a few minutes of freedom right now, so I figured I’d throw one up really quick. But, since I’m still under some time constraints, I’m going with a post that doesn’t require a whole lot of thought on my part.
A while back, I asked for everyone to leave a comment on a post telling me who they think Fiction’s Greatest Assassin was. There were numerous replies and I put those into a poll and had the reading audience decide who they agreed with. The people voted and the winner was chosen. I’d like to do that again, but with a different focus.
This time I want you to leave a comment with the name of who you think is Fiction’s Greatest Wizard. You can pick any fictional wizard, mage, sorcerer, or magician and give us at least a sentence or two on why you think your choice is the correct choice.
One week from today is when I’ll be gathering the names and putting them into a poll for everyone to vote. Like last time, to ensure fairness, I won’t be making my selection until after everyone else has picked.
So, let us know, people! Who do you think is Fiction’s Greatest Wizard and why?
My wife and I finally got an Xbox One about two months ago. One of the first games I tried to play for it was one you could download for free called Marvel Heroes Omega. It is a MMORPG. They give you a list of characters to choose from, you pick one, and then you play the game as that character. I chose Blade.
The first hour or so was cool. It played a lot like the Ultimate Alliance games, except you only had a one character party, instead of four. Then, I read up on it a little bit. Now, maybe I just read it wrong, but the way it sounded to me was that the game was free to play, but if you wanted to level your character past level 10, you had to pay for it (if anyone out there plays it, please tell me if I got it wrong).
It wasn’t worth the hassle, nor the amount of space it took up on my hard drive, so I deleted it and moved on. Then, my nephew told me abiut DCUO. I was hesitant about it after the Marvel game was so disappointing, but he assured me that while you would have to pay if you wanted to get the best equipment in the game, there were no pay restrictions on leveling your character up. Plus, you are able to make up your own character on the D.C. game instead of using one of theirs.
I tried to create my character DICO. It didn’t go well. His power is…. unique, so I didn’t think I’d be able to get close to it (although, in retrospect, I probably should have looked to see if you could specialize in throwing Batarangs, which would be pretty close). Instead, I gave him hand blasters, kind of like Iron Man. I also tried to name him DICO, but, surprisingly, the name was already taken. After a couple more failed attempts, I was forced to settle for Detective DICO.
I like it so far.
The combat is smoother than I was expecting. The story, while not great, isn’t bad. I’ve been able to level up fairly quickly. So far, the only thing I don’t like about it is the PvP (player vs. player mode). There doesn’t seem to be a system in place to ensure that the two people fighting are at similar levels. The one time I tried it, I wailed on this guy with everything I had and barely made a dent while he could kill me in three hits. Fortunately, PvP is optional, so I don’t have to do it again if I don’t want to.
For now, I’m going to keep playing it.
What about you? Have you played either of them? What are your thoughts on them?
I’ve seen a couple of people do posts where they answer questions. I thought about doing the questions that they did, but there were over 100 of them, and I don’t have time for that. So, instead, I decided to find a random question generator and told it to give me 20.
Here we go.
Which do you like better, Google or Apple? The only Apple product I’ve ever used is my wife’s iPad, and that hasn’t been very much, so I’m going Google on this one.
Do you like bugs? Hell no. Those little bastards are always trying to get in my house.
Which do you like better, ninjas or pirates? Look at my header picture. Is there a pirate on it? No. Is there a ninja? Yes. I think you have your answer.
What is your favorite eye color? Well, mine are blue, my wife’s are green, and my daughter’s are blue, but starting to kind of creep on over to the green side. So….blue/green?
Have you ever shoplifted? When I was in high school. I stole some football cards from a convenience store. My younger brother tried to do it too, but got busted and promptly ratted me out. So, in order to keep the cops out of it, we had to clean the store for an hour every day after school for a week. I took the first week. He was supposed to take the second, but when it came time for my brother to do his, he got pink eye and I had to do it for him. I got hosed….
What is your favorite fruit? Pineapple, provided it’s not cooked. I hate cooked pineapple.
Do you like roller coasters? I did before I hurt my back. Now, not so much.
Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? I want to say that I have, but I don’t specifically remember doing it.
Do you have any tattoos or piercings? Nope, and I don’t plan on ever getting any. I don’t have anything against people that do those things, they’re just not for me.
What is your favorite drink? Sunkist, although I’m trying to cut back on drinking soft drinks.
Have you ever been stopped by the police? A couple of times, but the only ticket I ever got was from a cop in Detroit for not wearing my seatbelt.
Which do you like better, black socks or white socks? Whichever kind keeps me from sticking my bare feet in my shoes.
Do you have pets? My daughter has a fish named Kiki. He’s a betta, or a Siamese fighting fish if you want to get technical. However, because he’s purple, my daughter says he has to be a girl. I tried to explain that just because it was purple, that didn’t make it a girl, but she wasn’t having it.
How many pairs of shoes do you own? Four. One pair of dress shoes, one that I wear to work, one that I wear outside of work, and one I only wear when I’m mowing my yard.
How many books did you read last year? I don’t know. I didn’t keep count. Probably somewhere between 15-20, I’d guess.
What are your favorite hot dog toppings? Gulden’s Spicy Brown mustard. That’s some good stuff.
Do you like to dance? No. In fact, I dislike it. I will do it on a few specific occasions, however. If my wife or daughter ask me to, I will. Or if I’m drunk….
What is your favorite hair color? I honestly don’t have a preference. They all look good, depending on who is wearing them.
Have you ever dined and dashed? Nope. I’ve joked about it, but I’ve never actually done it.
Have you ever been in a play? Nope. The only acting I ever did was when I worked at Walmart and I pretended that I didn’t hate it there.
There you go. Hope you learned something there. I didn’t. I already knew all those answers.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the need to vent about work on here. I try not to, but something happened today that almost made me crush my skull from the enormous face palm I was forced to give it.
For those of you who don’t remember, or didn’t know in the first place, the company I work for does contract work repairing radios for a car stereo manufacturer. While we do some retail models, most of what we handle are factory installed radios that are still under warranty. An order is generated when a car dealership calls in and says there’s a problem with a radio. Those orders go on a list which I go out to the warehouse, pick, put the radios into a box, and then ship. It’s fairly simple.
Now, every once in a while, we’ll get an email from the order takers telling us to cancel an order. Sometimes it’s because there was a system error and they need to re-enter the order, but it’s usually because the dealer will call back and say they don’t need it anymore. That’s what happened on Friday. I got an email telling me to cancel an order. So, I did. And, like I have to do every time I cancel an order, I sent an email confirming that I cancelled it. My job was done.
Then, I came into work this morning. The first thing I do after starting every day is check my email. That’s when I saw this:
Hello, Can you tell me if this order
was Cancel. Order# @#$%^&*/ Dealer said he called. Talk to someone, request it to be Cancel. Well the dealer called back today. And he still needs this radio. So please do not cancel. If you didn’t. please ship it out. And let me know. Thank you
Besides the atrocious grammar, there are many things incredibly wrong with this email. Things that make me want to punch holes in some of the boxes we have around here. Let me go through them for you as if I was talking to the person who sent it, because I can’t actually say these things to her or I’d be fired.
“Hello, Can you tell me if this order
Yes, it was cancelled. If you would check your email, you’d already know this.
“Dealer said he called. Talk to someone, request it to be Cancel.”
The dealer said they called and talked to someone about cancelling the order? Yeah, they did. It was you, you moron. You’re the one who sent me the email asking for the order to be cancelled, so they obviously talked to you.
“Well the dealer called back today. And he still needs this radio. So please do not cancel.”
Today is Tuesday. Per your request, I cancelled the order back on Friday. As far as I know, time travel is impossible, so I can’t go back and uncancel it.
“If you didn’t. please ship it out. And let me know. Thank you”
Once again, I sent you confirmation back on Friday that this order had been cancelled. I can’t ship it out because…oh, I don’t know….THE ORDER WAS CANCELLED!!!!
Our local school is fairly small. So small that there is no busing services for the students. In order to go to classes every day, kids either need to walk to school or have their parents drop them off. Because of this, there is a drop off lane in front of the entrance to the school. That way, parents can just pull up, open their doors, and just let their kids get out without having to leave the car.
I don’t do that, however.
Every morning I park a couple of blocks away and walk Baby E to the door. The walk only takes us a minute or two to complete. Then I pick her up, hug her, put her back down, and watch her run inside. After that, it’s back to my car to go home and get ready for work.
As I was on my way back to my car yesterday morning, I heard someone yell, “Uncle Revis!” I turned around to see my niece running up to me. She jumped up into my arms (which was not good for my back, but I wasn’t about to complain) and hugged me. Right after I put her down, I was forgotten by her as she raced inside to be with her cousin until school started (she’s in second grade while Baby E is in kindergarten).
I passed my sister in law on my way to my car as she sat in the drop off line. We said our hellos and then she asked me why I didn’t just drop Baby E off like that. I could’ve told her it’s because her sister wants me to do it that way (which is true). Mrs. Revis still hasn’t come to terms with our daughter being in kindergarten and is a little freaked out about the thought of just dropping her off. There’s always at least one teacher out there (though usually two or three), and you can watch from your car until they make it into the building, but she still worries.
I just shrugged the question off.
I could’ve easily given the “my wife wants me to do it this way” excuse, but that’s not why I do it that way. The truth is that I want to do it that way. I want to do that little bit of walking with her. I want to spend that few minutes of extra time with her.
Every morning, when I park, as soon as she shuts the car door, her hand immediately comes up and grabs mine. She only needs to hold my hand when we’re crossing the street, but she doesn’t let go until we reach the school doors and I love every second of it. I know I need to cherish these moments now because it won’t be long until holding Daddy’s hand won’t be cool anymore.
So, for now, I’m going to keep parking my car and enjoy having my little girl’s hand in mine until we get to the door.
Today, Mrs. Revis and I went up to school with Baby E to meet her kindergarten teacher. She starts classes on Thursday.
My baby girl is five years old now. She’s about to start school. It seems like only a few weeks ago that we were driving her home from the hospital, going incredibly slow because we were freaking out.
Now she has her own little personality. She has friends at school already (that she went to preschool with last year). Every time she saw one tonight, they would holler each other’s name and hug each other. Her best friend from preschool last year (a little boy who loves Elvis) ended up in her class and she was so excited.
Every night, she wants me to tell her a story. Even though she’s got dozens of books, she doesn’t want me to read to her. She wants me to make one up on the spot for her. When I get done, she’ll either give me a thumbs up or thumbs down. Tonight’s story was about a butterfly who got stuck in a spider web, but was able to escape before the spider got it. She gave me the thumbs down because “it’s not real”. I told her that a butterfly could, in fact, get caught in a spider web and then she started crying because “it was real”.
She got her ears pierced a few weeks ago. We warned her beforehand that it would hurt when they did it, but she said she didn’t care….until they did it. Then it was a slow burn. For the first few seconds, she didn’t do anything. The tears came slowly after that, until she buried her face into a stuffed animal they let her hold and bawled uncontrollably. Unfortunately, I was at work when my wife took her to get this done. While I watched the video, I wanted to reach into the phone, pick her up, and comfort her.
She’s got glasses now, too. They noticed she wasn’t seeing everything the way she should when my wife took her in for her five-year-old checkup. When she wears them, she looks even older.
Like all parents, I’m wondering where the time has gone. She used to be a tiny little thing. Now she’s a kindergartener. She used to need me to do everything for her. Now she doesn’t want me to do anything for her. She wants to do it herself.
She’s growing up.
I don’t want it to stop. I just want it to slow down just a little.