Given the differences in our time zones I doubt that would work, to say nothing of the ping.
Ping isn't a huge issue, as long as you don't play a sniper-setup Hunter. I play with Nine quite often, and we do just fine despite being on the other side of the world. There are a few issues, but they're easily worked around - for example, it's better for the host or someone nearby to drive.
That, and I tend to keep very odd hours anyway. Seriously, there is only so much time I can spend on reddit at 3AM before I get really sick of reddit.
Boo-Yah; Anime society is going to be killer this year! Boo-Yah; Krist Straub Tweeted at me. Fail; I find this to be one of the highlights of my day and have to tell others. I think I need a hobby, or a life.
Here's what my roommates and I have put together from last night as far as what I did. Assign fails and booh-yahs as you please.
1) Bought three bottles of white wine for ten quid. Necked one in fifteen minutes. Walked to the fridge, pulled a second bottle out, and said, "This is going to be a disaster." Started in on it anyway. 2) Drew a penis on a female flatmates thigh. We had a laugh. 3) Went to the flat party upstairs. Talked to a girl from Tanzania and started on King's Cup. Finished bottle two and sprinted downstairs to get bottle three before they came back to me. The downward spiral begins here. 4) The girl from Tanzania finds out I'm Irish. I begin to do what I think are Irish accents. We talk about Chicago. I claim that Chicago invented liquor. 5) I offer a random guy a two pound coin for a bottle of rum that isn't his. Denied. Reach for it anyway. Flatmate moves it, so I aggressively grab it and pull from it. Liquor spills on my shirt. Whoops. 6) Announce that I must change. Slap the flatmate from Australia on the thigh, right on the penis I drew. When a friend asks if I actually just did that, I announce that, "I don't give a FUCK," and leave the flat. 7) Change shirts. Flatmates come down. I am aggressively re-hydrating. There's water in the shower, right? 8) Get into the shower fully clothed and turn it on. Step out, and, when asked to get back in for a photo op, I say, "No! That's a stupid idea, taking a shower with my clothes on." Do it anyway. 9) Go back upstairs. Neon paint is liberally applied to my face. This is apparently the point of no return. The third bottle is half-finished, and I abandon it. Spins start in, continue for about ten seconds, then... 10) Blackness 11) Throwing up what feels like an ocean in the bathroom. Flatmate in doorway, going, "She's really pissed at you, Dave." I remove my shirt and say something about epilepsy medication and surgical scarring. Flatmate appears to have ignored me, couldn't understand me, was also drunk, does not remember, or a mix of some or all. 12) Blackness 13) Locking bedroom door. The flatmate from Australia is banging on my door telling everyone that if I don't unlock the door she'll fucking murder me. Yelling for the flatmates to carry on and go to the club without me. They are afraid I'll aspirate if I'm left to my own devices. It is around 1AM. I fall in bed fully clothed, and they finally leave. 14) Blackness. At some point, I got up, threw up in the sink (missing a bit), took off everything but my boxers, and crawled under my desk with the bin. Got back in bed and passed out. I don't remember ANY of this; this is all pieced together from the evidence that remained in the morning. I seem to have been the one who stripped to me to my drawers, though, which is good. 15) Wake up in bed. The topsheet is a mess of bodypaint and dry vomit, as are my arms and legs. Get up, have a brief conversation with a flatmate, and pin a note to the common room bulletin board: "I know. I am an asshole. I am sorry."
We still don't know why she wanted to kill me. Since she blacked out too, we will likely never know. I have seen the pictures from that evening; I look like a psychopath, a rapist, or a junkie on the nod in pretty much all of them.
As do I, since I made the grave mistake of not giving you somewhere that delivers fine beer that's close to you and worth supporting - Beer Ritz, in Leeds, my favorite liquor store. Going to the store is best, they have a much larger range and also have liquor, but ordering from the site, you can still get a ton of good beer for a good price.
Yay: OSX Lion on my macbook is really cool in so many ways. There are loads of built-in features that are super handy.
Fail: Four or five programs that I use on a daily or weekly basis broke. Most have been updated, but a few really old utilities are probably never going to be updated to work again. This is the first time I've ever regretted upgrading an operating system in terms of breaking compatibility.
Fail - I am so sick, so tired, and I feel so gross from the inside out. I think it was from fast food. Or maybe it's a curse. Regardless, yuck. Boo-Yah - Apparently Borderlands finally downloaded. I might play tonight.
>Shitty, stressful end of the night at work >Completely frazzled for the drive home >Pass (safely) no less than three speed traps >Get home >Package >It's the recording equipment I ordered last week >Stress gone
Too bad I don't have any hard drive space to record anything to, because that SATA cable I ordered from DealExtreme still hasn't come in!
Well. At least Solatorobo comes out tomorrow. I seriously haven't been this excited for a game in years.
6) Announce that I must change. Slap the flatmate from Australia on the thigh, right on the penis I drew. When a friend asks if I actually just did that, I announce that, "I don't give a FUCK," and leave the flat.
Really, cause I thought the moment he had a whole bottle in 15 minutes was when things went horribly wrong.
Protip: If you ever guzzle a bottle of wine in 15 minutes again (which I really don't recommend), give it at least an hour to soak in before starting a second.
Yes, but I like to encourage people to do the things they obviously love doing. For example, WuB clearly loves getting thoroughly trashed on white wine and slapping flatmates on their en-penised thighs. I encourage continuing in this direction, cultivating his thigh-slapping and penising skills, but to also throw in some beer every now and again because dammit, he should.
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That, and I tend to keep very odd hours anyway. Seriously, there is only so much time I can spend on reddit at 3AM before I get really sick of reddit.
Fail: I don't remember Dr. Bashir being such a twat.
Boo-Yah; Krist Straub Tweeted at me.
Fail; I find this to be one of the highlights of my day and have to tell others. I think I need a hobby, or a life.
1) Bought three bottles of white wine for ten quid. Necked one in fifteen minutes. Walked to the fridge, pulled a second bottle out, and said, "This is going to be a disaster." Started in on it anyway.
2) Drew a penis on a female flatmates thigh. We had a laugh.
3) Went to the flat party upstairs. Talked to a girl from Tanzania and started on King's Cup. Finished bottle two and sprinted downstairs to get bottle three before they came back to me. The downward spiral begins here.
4) The girl from Tanzania finds out I'm Irish. I begin to do what I think are Irish accents. We talk about Chicago. I claim that Chicago invented liquor.
5) I offer a random guy a two pound coin for a bottle of rum that isn't his. Denied. Reach for it anyway. Flatmate moves it, so I aggressively grab it and pull from it. Liquor spills on my shirt. Whoops.
6) Announce that I must change. Slap the flatmate from Australia on the thigh, right on the penis I drew. When a friend asks if I actually just did that, I announce that, "I don't give a FUCK," and leave the flat.
7) Change shirts. Flatmates come down. I am aggressively re-hydrating. There's water in the shower, right?
8) Get into the shower fully clothed and turn it on. Step out, and, when asked to get back in for a photo op, I say, "No! That's a stupid idea, taking a shower with my clothes on." Do it anyway.
9) Go back upstairs. Neon paint is liberally applied to my face. This is apparently the point of no return. The third bottle is half-finished, and I abandon it. Spins start in, continue for about ten seconds, then...
10) Blackness
11) Throwing up what feels like an ocean in the bathroom. Flatmate in doorway, going, "She's really pissed at you, Dave." I remove my shirt and say something about epilepsy medication and surgical scarring. Flatmate appears to have ignored me, couldn't understand me, was also drunk, does not remember, or a mix of some or all.
12) Blackness
13) Locking bedroom door. The flatmate from Australia is banging on my door telling everyone that if I don't unlock the door she'll fucking murder me. Yelling for the flatmates to carry on and go to the club without me. They are afraid I'll aspirate if I'm left to my own devices. It is around 1AM. I fall in bed fully clothed, and they finally leave.
14) Blackness. At some point, I got up, threw up in the sink (missing a bit), took off everything but my boxers, and crawled under my desk with the bin. Got back in bed and passed out. I don't remember ANY of this; this is all pieced together from the evidence that remained in the morning. I seem to have been the one who stripped to me to my drawers, though, which is good.
15) Wake up in bed. The topsheet is a mess of bodypaint and dry vomit, as are my arms and legs. Get up, have a brief conversation with a flatmate, and pin a note to the common room bulletin board: "I know. I am an asshole. I am sorry."
We still don't know why she wanted to kill me. Since she blacked out too, we will likely never know. I have seen the pictures from that evening; I look like a psychopath, a rapist, or a junkie on the nod in pretty much all of them.
I forgive your temporary lapse in judgment.
Here are some to try - One, two, Three.
Fail: Four or five programs that I use on a daily or weekly basis broke. Most have been updated, but a few really old utilities are probably never going to be updated to work again. This is the first time I've ever regretted upgrading an operating system in terms of breaking compatibility.
Boo-Yah - Apparently Borderlands finally downloaded. I might play tonight.
>Completely frazzled for the drive home
>Pass (safely) no less than three speed traps
>Get home
>Package
>It's the recording equipment I ordered last week
>Stress gone
Too bad I don't have any hard drive space to record anything to, because that SATA cable I ordered from DealExtreme still hasn't come in!
Well. At least Solatorobo comes out tomorrow. I seriously haven't been this excited for a game in years.
Protip: If you ever guzzle a bottle of wine in 15 minutes again (which I really don't recommend), give it at least an hour to soak in before starting a second.
Fail: It's remedial math. You guys can laugh anytime.
Yo, Andrew, does something about that IRA footage from 1988 look familiar to you too?
But yeah, I'm the north part of that compass.