Comedy in the District

Funnier than the Capitol Steps.

It Doesn't Make Sense

He's so beautiful. How could she?

On Flavored Dental Dams

"They're like a combination of Fruit Roll-Ups and a Slip N Slide." -my co-worker.

See Wha' Ha' Happened Was...
aka Family Matters

My aunt gets a stern talking to.

Wait For It...Wait For It

Work has been, um, ass. Just the hours, not the work. It has not approached the enraging atmosphere of last fall, though the circumstances are nearly identical. It's just...worky. The kind of busy-ness that makes my pudding brain come up with words like "worky."

So, blogging is on the backburner for a while, even though I still have to recap the quickly-fading-from-my-pudding-brain-memory 4th of July, hot World Cup and buffet action with CO and The Drizzle, a pretty hard drunkening at work (tequila!), and my trip to NYC.

In the meantime, reason #217 for me to move to Tokyo: Sanrio Puroland!

Oh Dear

All Your Snakes Are Belong To Us

Already, the genius of Snakes On A (Motherfuckin') Plane bears fruit.

Mmmm...Delicious Efficiency

Or it laziness? Aren't we even industrious enough in our search for quality entries into our masturbatory rolodexes?

Religious Humor?

Well, not exactly. But, one of my co-workers and I have been amusing ourselves by making comparisons/similes that end with "a nun's box."

For example:

"This new car is as roomy as a nun's box."
"Ben Wallace's afro is as nappy as a nun's box."
"Your toddler bites harder than a nun's box."

And etc. Yeah, we're children. No, it's not sophisticated. No, it's not always funny. But since when have I ever been known any of that high-minded stuff? Besides, my lunch and the temperature in this office has me stuffed and hotter than a nun's box. I gotta keep myself awake somehow.

Yeah, but are they any good in a boxing ring?

Killer Kangaroos!

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In other news, I'll be going to NYC on Friday for work. This is, believe it or not, my first visit. I'm going to have to plan some things to do, besides burning Williamsburg to the ground. (That was for you, CLJO.)

Dude, Remember When You Got Your First 2600?

I've come across a couple of sites lately that have made it into my rotation of regular reads: Water Cooler Games and Game Politics. I read these not just because I'm a giant nerd (true), but also as a means to keeping up with the issues in an industry (for those who don't already know) into which I'm still hoping to gain access, sooner than later, with any luck. Fortunately, because our government loves to legislate just about anything, these sites have been keeping quite busy covering the outbreak of "violent video games" bills in our country. With the release of the Columbine diaries, and the prominent mention of Doom and Duke Nuke 'Em (both in the diaries and the articles reporting on them), I'm sure some of these same lawmakers will be even more vocal now.

It's fascinating to me to think how far we've come from the days of George Plimpton pimping for Intellivision to games being used as campaign tools or game simulations of trying to survive as a farmer in the third world. ("A simulation to make you think.")

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More later on this past 4th of July weekend, which featured Erica coming down for the festivities. Fun! Chaos!