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 think not.

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.

Here is our choice. A 2006 Chrysler Pacifica.

Awww Yeah! Sir Rob is pimping a Mini-Van!

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.

Transformers!

wtf?

I Love You Rebecca! NOT SAFE FOR WORK

Baffled? Confused? Great! You now have an idea of the inner workings of me.

I will kick into gear soon and get some posts going.

Peace