Following the discovery of an unidentifed castaway, and an alien being, both horribly disfigured yesterday, police apprehended a person of interest wanted for questioning on the matter...
Police are still searching for Wilson, considered armed, sorta, and dangerous...
Alduin? Come on, you love him. The biggest and baddest Dragon in Tamriel. Also, if you've never experienced it, play the opening with headphones on and try to chase Alduin around a little. He talks and shouts in the dragontongue, but you'll never notice it without the headphones. Also, after you flee from the headsman, and follow Ralof into the tower where Ulfric is, do nothing for a while. Ulfric is a humorist of sorts.
I never really found out why Alduin is at Helgen, maybe I never paid attention to that. If you're like me and are on several questlines going like, hey this is fun and while I'm here, let's do this, there's just too much information to keep it all sorted.
Next is Fyrebrandt, the new toon I rolled yesterday. She's pushing daisies now, killed by Lokis who can actually make short work of your toon if you slip up. So close to saving Serana and becoming a Vampire-Lord... Oh well.
I wanted Fyrebrandt to be an albino, so that when she would become a vampire, she'd be even more scary looking. The screenie above shows her with Beth-hair, but later on she's wearing a 'do that can be worn free or with a hood. In the following picture, Fyrebrandt is wearing the Sovngarde armor, modded to be light armor instead of its original heavy designation.
The next armor Fyrebrandt is showing is the Eisen Platte Schwartz (There's also a Weiss), also modded to be light armor. Also, she has the hair mod. It's called MTOH/Ranger Cape. MTOH gives the free 'do, RC adds the hoods. In this picture, Fyrebrandt got cornered, but zero fucks were given. She walked away. ^^
The last screenie has Fyrebrandt wearing the critically acclaimed Lustmort vampire-armor. This armor becomes stronger when you feed it blood. The crossbow is part of Lustmort. When you wear all Lustmort, you also get Lustmort specific perks that makes being a vampire in Skyrim THE best 'player is a fucking vampire' game for miles around. The hood isn't Lustmort, but a heavy armor hood from RC. The Lustmort hood suffers from Bethesda's wear something on your head and become bald syndrome.
So... Today I'm rolling a Mage again. It's fun to play a toon like Fyrebrandt, but I have a lot of mods for mages, like the awesome Arts Magicka mod, and a lot of cloth armor that's awesome to look at. And believe it or not, I've never completed the Mages College before... Somehow, unlike the Oblivion Mages Guild, I've never found it much fun. I'm thinking going destruction as primary, with alteration as secondary. For hobby, enchanting.^^
I'm a soccer dad, and have been for a while. Yet hardcore soccer parents still drive me nuts. Sometimes I wish these extra sideline coaches would just shut the hell up. Because trust me, I've seen the looks on the kids faces and the crap their parents are yelling is NOT helping!
Here are some of the stupid things they yell. Some of it makes no sense at all (like "use your body"). And some of this stuff makes a bit of sense ("Center it!"), but the parents repeat it so often that it no longer has any meaning for the kids. It's just background noise.
1. "Attack the ball!"
2. "To the net!"
3. "Center it!"
4. "Be aggressive!"
5. "Use your body!"
6. "Play hard!"
7. "Go get it!"
8. "That's your ball - take it from him!"
9. "Attack the net!"
10. "Shake it off!"
11. "Control the ball!"
I mean, all that is pretty asinine. I prefer to just keep my mouth shut, cheer the boys when they do good, and let the coach be the coach. But I still get an odd comment from another parent every once in a while about that. I guess they think I'm not taking this 3rd grade soccer stuff seriously enough.
Personally, I think kids are perfectly capable of playing a good game without having orders barked at them every 5 seconds. But maybe that's just me :)
My oldest son ran in a fun track race at his school yesterday. He wasn't sure about it, but I talked him into it. So we trained for a couple of weeks, going on jogs together. And yesterday he ran 1 mile. I'm pretty proud of him.
Here he comes:
And he was still able to smile :)
He didn't finish at the front of the race, or anywhere near it actually. But he listened to me. He never stopped running, even when some other kids walked. So he didn't have the speed but he DID have the willpower, and that's the part I'm happy about.
My wife asked him if he wants to do it again next year. He said yes, so it seems he had a positive experience. I'm glad about that, too!