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Why I'm a mod poasting a blog and 13 reasons an all cheese diet is good for you.

Posted 02-06-2009 at 08:04 AM by Romple (The Diary Of Romple Stomple)
Updated 02-13-2009 at 04:34 PM by Romple

I still haven't decided definitively if I like blogs or not. Half of me feels they're just outlets for whiny girls looking for attention (reference any of the 8,482,570,731,274 teenage girl video blogs on youtube). The other half feels they're outlets for people with legitimate, but asinine, opinions to express themselves because no real outfit would ever give them the liberty to do so, including seedy internet forums. And then the other half of me (I have at least 3 personalities, so there's a good 6 halves to go around) feels it's a great way to stay up to date on the latest comedic happenings of rich people I don't care about (reference What Would Tyler Durdon Do?). The other 3 halves don't really care much.

So why am I even posting a blog? Cause Garth said I'd get an extra bonus in my paycheck if I added content. (lol, you see what I did there? I made a joke about us getting paid!)

In half seriousness I enjoy writing. I enjoy being involved in a community. Specifically with Warhammer, I find I enjoyed the beta community more than playing the actual game. Some good friendships formed in-game and in real life from those boards.

Prior to joining beta in late 2007, I was pretty active on WHA. However accepted the beta NDA and didn't want to risk accidentally leaking information onto the Alliance boards so I stopped posting but kept lurking. Beta ended and the boards closed with it. After countless posts, PMs, heated discussions, and a few thousand replies from people helping me choose my meals I had to move on to something else.

So I decided that instead of continuing my posting addiction on WHA I would apply as a moderator (besides I needed the extra cash flow... lol you see what i did again?).

Honestly, I was done debating whether or not witch elves or bright wizards were overpowered. I was tired of defending classes caught under infamous stygmas. I had no energy left to crusade for causes I fully believed would improve a game I loved like a naggy girlfriend. But I still had plenty of energy to help prevent trolls from ruining a community I enjoyed being part of.

It was time to take a step aside from the debates and discussions and instead help maintain the medium in which they take place. It's not easy reading through a thread and witholding my opinion because it's just not the place for it. Mustering the willpower to not hit reply for a "OMFG WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!" poast is difficult sometimes.

But I've always loved the WHA and I'm somewhat proud to be part of a staff of great people who work extremely hard to make sure all of you have a quality forum to troll...poast... in.

And so instead of interjecting my opinions in any threads I'll get my thoughts out in this blog (and swiftly take a steaming hot shower after every entry). You won't find my opinions on Warhammer in here, though. However you may find some insights into things like gourmet macaroni and cheese, homemade pizza dough, peanut butter pumpkin pie cheesecake, brownies that have enough calories to fuel a 200 lb body for 3 weeks, and even 13 reasons why an all cheese diet is good for you (an installment blog).

So whether or not I have an audience is inconsequential. Most of what I write is never read. But if you do happen to endure through my seemingly mindless but often finely crafting musings I hope you enjoy it.

Now if you'll excuse me I must go and figure out what to get for dinner tonight.
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Why 6 hours at the DMV and paying parking tickets are bad

Posted 02-13-2009 at 11:11 AM by Romple (The Diary Of Romple Stomple)
Updated 02-13-2009 at 04:34 PM by Romple

My career is that of an electrical engineer. This often includes taking our systems to a third party testing laboratory for extensive testing. This week was one of those times.

A week ago today I finalized our testing schedule with Retlif Labs and scheduled a rental car (need an SUV to carry all this stuff) for pickup Saturday before noon (they close at noon).

It was at this point I realized that my driver's license had expired on 1/31/09 (I take mass transit to work and don't drive that often anymore). Not to worry! I can zip up to the DMV first thing in the morning, get my new license, and have the car rental pick me up from there.

If I had known renting a car for work would lead to so much stress I would of quit my job and sold myself on eBay Friday night. Unfortunately my clairvoyance had failed me and I could garner no such insights on just how bad my Saturday would be.

I'm sure it didn't help that Friday night I decided lebel (yes, lebel, not level) my gnome mage (bring on the hate!) to 70 (3 days 18 hours played) and then RvR with my guild until 4 am (I just felt the need to have another parenthetical statement in here).

So here's the timeline of events. I could easily write a 5 page expose on the day, but I'll consolidate the day as much as possible to minimize the TL;DRs - and then rant about the ironic failings of the state DMV.

0700: wake up, break another alarm clock.
0715: get out of shower ,get dressed, make coffee
0730: finish staring blankly out the window, leave for DMV
0745: get to DMV, shed tears over the line reaching around the block already
0900: finally reach first checkpoint, initial id check, get number
0930: number is called, second id check, wait on line
0945: called to clerk who I have a jovial chat with (real nice lady)
0950: told by clerk my license is suspended, laugh and say it's a mistake
0955: pick up white "Suspension Hotline Phone" after spending 2 minutes convincing the man filling out paperwork in front of it to take one step to the right
1000: run back to clerk telling her the hotline only works on weekdays
1001: get in car to make the 40 minute drive to Wayne Regional DMV center
1023: id is checked and given number (131, currently serving 83, d'oh!)
1121: finally talk to lady about suspension
1122: rush back to car with un-suspended but expired license
1150: make it back to North Bergen DMV, fight with cop to let me back in "closed" DMV.
1155: walk out with new license in hand

Ok, that's my day so far. Here's what happened.

In September I got a parking ticket. $35 fine. I didn't pay it right away because I was unemployed and decided paying my phone, credit card, car, and insurance bill (they all hit on the 13th of the month, how messed up is that?) was more important that week.

Every 2 weeks I received an unemployment check. So 2 weeks later I would pay this ticket. Two weeks went by and I forgot all about it. Two weeks after that I received a letter in the mail "pay your ticket or we're suspending your license".

Following my natural desires to me a model citizen I swiftly went online to the website on the back of the ticket and paid it. My apologies, North Bergen, I never meant you any harm.

Here's where things get absolutely moranic (yes, i know it's spelled with two o's. yes, I'm making fun of people that can't spell). This is how the woman at the Regional DMV center explained it to me. If it makes no sense, blame her.

When I was initially late my records were flagged. Hi, my name is Romple and I'm a delinquent. Despite the fact that I paid the ticket, albeit late, my records were still flagged for suspension. Apparently, the DMV can’t open those records without my permission. Yes, the records they create are inaccessible to them somehow…. meaning unless I called or visited them in person and gave the government explicit instructions to look at my records they would remain closed. This, of course, meant that the records they flagged for suspension would remain that way. This, of course, meant that when the deadline hit my license was automatically suspended.

Does it make sense yet? Good. It’s not supposed to.

So late in September my license to operate a vehicle was suspended. No one thought it prudent to tell me that, though. Not even the police officer who pulled me over in New York City for not wearing a seat belt. I had rented three cars in that time span as well. It’s amazing what you can do with a suspended license.

None of that mattered at this point. I had my new license and now I could get my rental for work. At this point I should mention that it was VERY important for me to have my new license and my rental car on Saturday. I had to be at the lab in Long Island at 8AM or our testing schedule would be totally bonked, increasing the $11,000 price tag to even more ridiculous levels.

It was also at this point that I realized it was past 12. The rental place closed at 12. I was sad. Now I had to wait until 730 Monday morning to pick up the car and not be to the lab until at least 900 am, probably later. Ooooh noooes I said. Oh well, time to go home and play some WAR.

Well after getting comfortable with some carrot sticks and celery I joined our guild in attempting to take out some Forts. It was time to forget the bad morning and waste the rest of the day playing games. Oooh yea life is good.

At 1345 my phone rings. It’s the rental place. “I had to stay at the office late and still have a Jeep on the lot if you want it today”. OMG OMG OMG OMG! Something went my way today. Long story short (too late) It took 8 hours to do what should of taken 1, but I finally had my renewed license and rental car for work.

And to end on a happy note: the EVGA 780i FTW motherboard and EVGA GTX285 I ordered 22 hours ago from Newegg just arrived at my desk.

Life is good, they say.
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Why the supply lines really aren't strained and how squirrels can prolong your life

Posted 02-18-2009 at 06:59 AM by Romple (The Diary Of Romple Stomple)

This is my first blog featuring WAR. I decided that despite posting on the Core Boards frequently I needed another outlet to express my opinions.

My Core Forum posts are feedback (and some sarcastic fun with the devs and community managers) and are expected to meet a certain standard of quality and tone. I have no problem with that. However sometimes I just want to scream at the top of my lungs about my feelings for the game (I often compared it to a super-high maintenance overly emotionally girlfriend).

Also, being a moderator here at WHA means that I spend more time keeping the boards clean and making sure threads stay on topic than posting. I am not the voice of these boards, you guys are. As such my posts on these boards are limited. I'm fine with that. Besides, I'm under NDA still and don't want to risk leaking information by accident.

In any case, this blog more opinion than feedback. This isn't "I think this ability should do x% less damage". This is "ooooh my god if I have to sit out another fort raid because of some contrived 'supply lines' I'm going to shoot myself".

Which brings us to the meat of this potato.

Since the "fort population limit" patch I've spent way more time sitting at the border of a fortress zone than actually fighting at the fortress. The first time I got ported back I was shocked. The second time I was ported back I was equally shocked. The tird time I was ported back I was even more shocked.

I haven't, and never will, become accustomed to being barred from endgame content. Back in 40 man WoW days people complained that high end content was limited to only the "hardcore" players who sacrificed 40 hours of their life a week to raiding. I had full tier 3. My social life was dead. But at least if I put the time in I saw all the game had to offer.

WoW changed. They added Dire Maul, a really nice, multi-tiered 5 man dungeon with engaging content and some pretty sweet loot. When BC hit they added more group quest content, 10 man dungeons and 25 man raids. Blizzard realized that they had to make content accessible to everyone but maintain a level of difficulty.

I would say they mostly succeeded. It's difficult to decide whether the 40 man content was harder because you had to meticulously arrange your group and specs or because the content was just harder. People say WoW is "easy mode" now. That's truer now than ever, but many of the high end raids are still very difficult and require a lot of planning.

The point shouldnl't be lost though. Even "casual" players are seeing the highest tier dungeons and getting sweet loot. Blizzard achieved in assuring no aspect of their game was inaccessible to people that played less than 20 hours a week.

Mythic still has a ways to go. I don't envy their position. They've been on this precarious perch since DAoC had relics. How do you squeeze hundreds of players into a tiny area while maintaining client and server performance? I have no idea and neither does Mythic.

They had to make an executive decision. They needed to do something to get region crashes down. Since it may just be a nearly impossible feat to work the servers and client to supporting that large a scale combat they had to do the next best thing - limit the scale. It worked. The region crashes much less, there's less client crashes, and individual client performance is improved.

But is the player experience improved? In my opinion, it's not. Maybe if I were lucky enough to be the first in line to get into a Fortress battle my opinion would be different. But the fact is I spend much more time complaining that Mythic is barring me from end-game content than enjoying it.

Yes, Mythic is barring me. Not my lack of playtime. Not my lack of gear. Noy my lack of a good guild. It's all about Mythic saying "Nope, you can't join that fight".

This is where I'd put the classic "I pay $15 a month to play and you won't let me" statement. Oh, there it is. As cliche as it is, it's true.

I can somewhat accept the horrible luck of the draw that's kept my group's main tank from getting enough wards to do lost vale. Sure. Bad dice rolls. Ok. But I can't accept in any way, shape or form an artifical construct that allows me to see content from afar but not take part in it.

Sure, you might say that you wait your turn, you blockade the fort and when people start going down you get in. That's partially true. However there's not much to blockade when defenders can get into the fort from their city - an area you can't access. Also, unless your side loses, or at least partially loses in the Lord Room, you might never get a chance to get in at all.

The bottom line is that I play to play. Mythic won't let me play. That frustrates me to no end.

In January I re-subbed a WoW account and rolled a new mage. I've been lazy leveling him, but at less than 4 days /play I'm level 70. By next week I'll be 80 and raiding again. Say what you will about WoW, but at least when I log in I can actually do what I want to do.

All I'm asking you, Mythic, is to let me play your game. Is that so much to ask?
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Why pirates > ninjas and how not even Sun Tsu could defeat Boeing quality standards

Posted 02-20-2009 at 09:26 AM by Romple (The Diary Of Romple Stomple)

Today is a busy day. Pissing off Boeing is not something you want to do. Unfortunately, they make it way too easy to do so. Do you have any idea what their quality standards are like? At my last job they tried to hold us to an 8 PPM failure rate. That’s 8 parts per million. We shipped, maybe, 1000 units to them a year. That means that even if one unit failed we missed our quality mark. I wish every aspect of life could meet such lofty standards. I work for a different company but Boeing’s still our largest customer.

Needless to say the unfortunate demise of a unit we originally told them passed qualification testing did not sit well with them. I don’t have much time to write because of this. So if you’re one of the 50 or so people that view this blog I apologize if it's too short.

In any case, I’ve been keenly interested in a court case happening in Sweden this week. It raises so many moral, cultural and technical issues that it’s sure to be debated long after court is adjourned.



The boys that “run” the Pirate Bay are being besieged by the Swedish authorities, companies such as Warner Bros., and the International Federation of the Phonographic Industry (IFPI) – a group that represents the recording industry worldwide.

Whatever your stance may be, and this blog and its writer in no way support or oppose either side (although I may be biased in one obvious direction…), you have to find this interesting.

The Sweden based Pirate Bay torrent tracker, which is the largest in the world, coordinates more traffic on the internet than perhaps anything else. It stores no content, though. The organization has no one running it, no hierarchy, no one that calls the shots. It’s near anarchy, but it works perfectly. This is one point tripping up lawyers for the accusers, and what I find most interesting.

The prosecution thinks the idea of such a vast network having no central office, no head, no boss (or 18 bosses), no CEO, no one telling everyone else what to do is absurd. The lawyers working for the prosecution just can’t seem to understand the concept. I understand it, appreciate it, and love it.

The Pirate Bay really is a cultural phenomenon. They embody why I love many people of the “hacker” generation so much. These guys do what they do because they love doing something. Record execs see them as thieves and say they’re facilitating crime. I see them as innovative geniuses. Maybe they are thieves. Maybe they do facilitate crime. That’s not my call to make. Even if they are and do, the things they accomplish are astounding to me.

Small. That’s how The Pirate Bay started; just a one man outfit having fun starting up a torrent tracker. One or two guys that wanted to try something, to see if they could work on a project and create something useful. It got bigger and bigger requiring new innovations, ideas and resources. But they loved doing it. Everyone that contributes to TPB finds something they enjoy doing and does it. No one says “we need this go do this”. They don’t hire anyone. They don’t have board meetings and project meetings and staff meetings and engineering design review meetings and CDRs and PDRs and EDRs and… yea you get it.

Anyone that answers to 14 bosses every day can surely appreciate the idea of working in a free-form, do it yourself atmosphere. Imagine if your company was just a group of people that enjoyed their self-defined roles and did everything in such an efficient way that even in apparent disorganization things got done. To me that’s amazing.

This court case is as much a clash of cultures as a legal battle. The implications are endless. A very tight-knit community of file sharers representing the new age of culture versus the typical rich, money hungry, corporate executives. Modern technology fighting against old social norms. Pirates vs ninjas… see if the prosecution was smart they’d dress as ninjas. How AWESOME would that be?

In any case, you should follow this case. It’s better than any novel or movie and has very serious implications that everyone on the internet should ponder.
If you want to follow the case as it unfolds check out the following links.

http://www.p2pnet.net/story/18505/
http://trial.thepiratebay.org/information/
http://torrentfreak.com/tag/the-pirate-bay/
http://search.twitter.com/search?q=%23spectrial

Post your comments on what you think of it.
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The 10 Biggest Threats to Warband Sanity

Posted 03-27-2009 at 03:18 PM by vailadian
Updated 03-28-2009 at 05:16 AM by vailadian

Within every warband lurks the constant threat of such idiosyncratic creatures of MMO legend, those who can’t get past the unreality of the fact that it’s just a game, those who can’t suppress the worst elements of their tortured personalities despite running around as a sexually confused elf, or those who simply take advantage of the anonymity of the internet to indulge in pure asshatery. The following ten players are those we would all love to avoid, but simply can’t because they are freaking everywhere – and most of us are guilty of fitting the profile at least once.

1 I’M DA BOSS

Unfortunately almost never an orc, this guy joins your warband presumably because he respects you, or else never spoke up when leadership was up for grabs. He is quiet at first but then in an unexpected act of terrifying speed and precision begins barking out commands in sheer defiance of actual events or other information being given in Warband chat. Like Lt. Gaeta, this guy thinks he knows exactly what should be done because he is clearly right, but we all know what happened to Gaeta.

DA BOSS should be ignored at all costs. His orders are typically idiotic, are making your actual leader want to /ragequit, or are misspelled regurgitations of what someone else just said.

"Lock Dragonwake? Clearly we should all be taking BOs in Reikland."

2 The Doomsayer

A shorter, fatter version of DA BOSS and not to be confused with your warband’s XO, the doomsayer excels at backseat driving and likes to second guess every direction given, taking on the characteristic passive aggressive standpoint regarding the strategy, and also anything else being discussed in the Forums.

With classic guiles such as ‘Shouldn’t we just take the East BO?’ or ‘We’re wasting our time, they’re just going to wipe us anyways, ‘ this guy will spend the entire night informing everyone that everything that he predicted would come to pass has happened. Did he? Probably not. But who knows--no one has listened to the drivel that constantly flows from this guy's mouth since T3.



3 The Noob

Even though your warband leader is giving clear instructions, the Noob is there to ask where they are supposed to go. Not only new to Tier4, but to MMOs, social interaction with females, and their character in general, the noob is oblivious of the Map, mouse-look, and grammar. These guys are obvious customers of Chinese power leveling services and like to clutter warband chat with an unending stream of lols, reports of how many times they are getting killed by the bright wizard, and usually evolve very quickly into #9.



The Noob, while painful at times, can also be the source of needed comic relief if you are drunk enough and, in rare cases, can be saved with patient coaching. Nevertheless, using the noob as a scout or bait is also efficient.

4 Phat Lewts and RP
Some players completely miss the concept of RVR, you know, the part about it including other players. The Phat Lewts and RP guy lacks both because he’s lacked the tact and team player attitude thus far to propel him into the ranks of the Geared Up and knows sporting Renown Rank 20 at level 40 is hardly admirable. He only cares about seeing a digital effigy of his avatar in the main city just once, even if its 10th place.

So while you and your mates are maneuvering in a desparate attempt to lock zones as you progress the campaign, Phat Lewts guy will be urging everyone to go take the BOs next, will spurt expletives when he doesn’t get his gold bag, and will almost always be the dot on the map separated from the warband by at least 2 mins.

5 The Patronizing Cheerleader
Not to be confused with normal positive reinforcement, the Patronizer compliments DA BOSS by letting everyone know what a good job they are doing with narcissistic tenacity, including the warband leader. Oblivious to her overstated opinion of everyone’s skill, she'll celebrate a relatively innocuous BO take like we’ve just clinched the win, and will instantly show a disturbing amount of concern if a player in her group dies.

“I’m so sorry, I could have saved you if I had known those 3 witch hunters were on you!”

The only way of dealing with these players is to patronize them back, or thank them for their invaluable contribution by sending them a stack of Soiled Loincloths, indicating they are somehow tied to a secret Epic Quest.

6 Compulsive Looter

“But it was sparkling!”

Distant counsin to the Phat Lewtz guy, the compulsive looter is not necessarily obsessed with riches and selfish gain, they just have incredibly poor judgement. This individual loots during combat, ignoring the deathly shrieks of his comrades as they fall lifeless around him, will wipe the warband during keep defense, and is prone to hit need on the Annihilator thighbands which will never, ever fit his fat Maurader stumps.

7 Heal

Your commader is typing in caps. Everyone is running frantically towards the keep, everyone that is, but you. You’ve stayed behind to see if you can kill that warrior priest who’s at half health behind the ram, even though the door is at 2% and the semi-circle of archmages is /laugh ing at you. As anyone could predict, you die, and what do you do next? You pound out the five words with your Cheeto- cheese covered fingers that immediately nominates you for this prestegious category.

“Can I get a rez?”

Unfortunately for the warband, you fail to learn your lesson after waiting out the entire duration of your resurrection timer, watching the jittery blur of red labeled characters run over the top of your corpse and slay your last line of defense. Instead, you get caught in a skirmish somewhere between the keep and the warcamp and decide it would be perfectly reasonable to request someone come rez you at your vague location, because you, without a doubt, are a complete heal .

8 The Little Kid

Stealthiest of all warband dooms is the 11 year old kid who, up until the moment when he starts to spam the fart emote and says something like ‘dood wich elfs look totally hawt witout capez’ while everyone else pounds mindlessly on a keep door, seemed like a normal player with average hand-eye coordination and no disciplinary issues (Nevermind that he does look a bit short, green and keeps popping off squigs like pokemons). The Little Kid is only playing as a result of at least one parent’s inability to give up his gaming habit (and possibly weed) for the sake of more wholesome enrichment, so it’s not Little Kid’s fault when he wipes the warband after suddenly morphing into #6, but if he does it again he’s getting an axe upside the head.

9 Screw This I’m Gonna Go Play My Alt

This guy bails every time the going gets rough, and is a double-douche if he’s the warband leader. He is likely to be queued for scenarios even during a Fort battle, and in the unlikely event one pops will take it right as the warband charges the ramp (added effect if this guy is a shaman or tank). As a final touch, Mr. Screw This will fail to leave the party before he logs off, leaving the Last Pick to continue whining about being stuck on his own without heals.

10 The Last Pick

Oftentimes a drunk hybrid of DA BOSS, or a close acquaintance, this guy differs from the general /2-RVR patron in that he uses it to assault the rest of the region with a combo attack of all of the above. This schizophrenic attitude is usually the precise reason Channel 2 guy never seems to make it into the warbands and is, instead, stuck tagging along when he should be playing his alt with #9.
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