Fo' sheezy.

Not really posting here anymore but:

http://www.crushyiffdestroy.com

Pure comedy gold. These people probably put a little too much time into their hate, but I give anything that bashes furries a two thumbs up.

Buwahahahahahaha.

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Lawlz.

Woo.

Snicker.

Date:	2004-05-26 00:16
Subject:	playing in traffic
Security:	Public
Mood:	blank

If anyone is looking for room/housemates, or knows of someone that is, please get in touch with me. I just found out that we're most likely losing the house here in a little over a month, and as much as I hate using the word, I'm pretty fucking desperate to find a place as soon as possible.

Word

Date:	2004-04-29 18:12
Subject:	Ich Bin Uber Alles
Security:	Public
Mood:	good

Life continues kicking ass. I am quite pleased with the new job, though the new schedule I will have to keep is going to take some getting used to. It has been a while since I had to get up regularly at 7:30. Aside from that, I feel that it suits me quite well. I enjoy being out on the open road greatly, and having complete control over how I measure out my day goes a long way toward keeping me happy with the work.

I feel very content now knowing that though I will be living for the weekends, the time in between won't be quite so horrible.

I have a new job. It is full time (read: benefits), 9-5, Mon-Fri, and I will be able to pay my bills and rent at the new place with one week's salary.

Celebration may now begin commencing.

My car has a nice new green inspection sticker.

I will walk this ground forever
And stand guard against your name
I will give all I can offer
I will shoulder all the blame
I am sentry to you now
All your hopes and all your dreams
I will hold you to the light
That's what forever means

-Forever, Bruderschaft

Thinking a lot about my father today, not entirely inspired by the song. It'll be good to see him this weekend. I'd go into more depth, but I'm working on something at the moment. I'll have to make a note to say more at a later date.

( An amusing article in the Manchester Guardian, written by Terry Jones )

About as much geek as I care to be:

</td><td valign="top">OK, so maybe you ain't a geek. You do, at least, show a bit of interest in the world around you. Either that, or you have enough of a sense of humor to pick some of the sillier answers on the test. Regardless, you're probably a pretty nifty, well-rounded person who gets along fine with people and can chat with just about anyone without fear of looking stupid or foolish or overly concerned with minutiae. God, I hate you.</td></tr>

You are 22% geek

Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com

This song fucking kicks ass.

Yes I am in a better mood.

Jesus christ I posted a lot today. I think I always end up posting too much when I am working on little sleep. Maybe I just can't think of anything better to do, at those times.

They nailed me for the rust spots, my windshield washer fluid sprayer thing not working correctly, and a small issue with one of my headlights.

I have 60 days to fix the vehicle but now I've got a sticker with a big fucking R, and assuming I can't social engineer my way out of it, they slap me with a $50 fine if I get pulled over.

Please excuse me while I listen to german synth-pop and stare at the wall.

I went to get my car inspected, and the guy told me that the rust spots would cause it to fail.

They are dinky fucking little rust spots. He suggested I grind them down. I busted out some steel wool, but I'm not sure how good a job that's done. It almost looks like it's worse now. I have no idea if the car will pass inspection. Getting the spots repaired would I am sure cost beyond what I am able to comfortably cover at the moment.

Fuck. Now would not be an entirely inopportune time to get hit by a speeding truck.

This is giving me very conflicted feelings:


Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

Date:	2004-04-22 12:03
Subject:	Defusal
Security:	Public
Mood:	content

And then you talk to someone about the good things in your life, and you get better.

I always tell people that your emotional state is a matter of perception. That you will stop being angry, depressed, sad when you decide to. Or that you'll, likewise, be happy, confident, and upbeat if you decide to. I'm glad I'm not full of it on that count.

I'm off for errands now.

Jesus fucking christ I need to get the hell out of this apartment as soon as possible. Living with the evasive, passive aggressive, and inconsiderate has finally reached it's highest point of infuriation.

I may seriously just put all of my stuff in storage and find some place temporary to crash until I can move into the house.

It's late afternoon and I am enjoying the sun while reading Fear of Flying. Is that odd? I think that might be odd.

I'm done with pretty much everything I wanted to do today, and there's nothing really I can get a jump on for tomorrow. In the past, in such a situation (which would also be rare, given that I'd probably have been procrastinating) I'd be neurotically scrambling about to find something to do to stave off boredom. Instead, I kind of just aimlessly looked around, settled on a book, and decided to read. A level of contentment and simplicity I've not been accustomed to for some time.

The only thing I am neurotic about today is the sun. My mind keeps inventing reasons I need to go driving, and I'm nearing the point where I just decide to give in and start driving randomly.

If anyone wants to do something tonight, let me know. These four walls are nothing special to look at.

Resident Evil: Outbreak is a damn tough game. I don't have a network adapter, so I havn't had the chance to try the online play, but the offline itself is pretty fucking difficult. Luckily, the controls are better than the earlier games in the series. The greatest challenge in the game comes from the fact that the computer controlled partners in every scenario are sometimes dodgy at best in their helpfulness. From a clinical standpoint, I tend to look at them merely as extra carrying capacity that I really have to go out of my way to protect. It's a shame you can't shoot them. There's this one reporter character, and all she does is complain and swear the whole time. If it were possible, I'd have kneecapped her and left her to distract the walking dead.

That's the real beauty of the game. The monsters are constantly chasing you. You can't pause the game, and the longer you dally, the closer they get. It really does feel like you're trying to escape from shambling hordes of undead, instead of the typical -walk into room, trigger monster- effect over and over again. I was overjoyed, as a gamer, when one of my party was pulled through a window as he got too close. And when I turned around to look behind us, the zombies were in the process of breaking down some boards I'd nailed across a doorway just moments earlier. There is just something right about the experience of running back toward a comrade who is crawling on the ground, blowing away several of the undead just before they overtake him, picking him up, and supporting his limping form as you hobble to the relative safety of another building.

The game does have it's downsides. As Penny-Arcade pointed out earlier this week, the load times are nothing to laugh at. Even between rooms, expect a good five seconds of loading screen. And as I said, sometimes the AI partners are just completely useless, and more a liability than an aid.

All in all, however, I am quite pleased. The game is challenging, inventive, and really captures the essence of the survival horror genre.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've more legions of the damned to render my wrath unto.