Friday, July 6, 2007


Can you help The Drizzle find the strip club? I could.

More behind that statement and much, much, much...much more.

Coming soon.

Monday, April 9, 2007

I'm on your internetz, writing in your blogs.

Just checking in. Nothing of substance. This entry is worthwhile only (and just barely) for the insanity that is this:

Pimp That Snack!

Very tired. Reading and working and listening to music and slowly creating 3-D objects and making them move. That's it. More details on each, in varying degrees, whenever I get the energy to do so.

Going down to NC later this week. Time to celebrate April birthdays at one fell swoop.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Gun Shy?

As you probably know, last year's host of the White House Correspondents Association dinner was one Stephen Colbert. The performance was a bit on the scathing side. Well, wanting to steer clear of that hornet's nest, the WHCA has booked someone a little less risque. That's right, people. Get ready for the comedic stylings of Rich Little!

I admit, I've had a chuckle or two with Mr. Little in the past. (I have a "chuckle with Mr. Little" every night before I fall asleep. *badumbum*) And I'm sure the older members of the audience will be entertained by Ed Sullivan and Johnny Carson impressions. But this decision just makes Yosemite Pres look like he's a humorless pud. And we know the First family can bring the funny, right?

And there's your old news update for the night.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

"Knock, knock!" "Welcome home, baby."

So, let's see. I've been sick. I went to New Orleans (mit The Drizzle) for some hot, NCAA Basketball action. I've lived through another defection/promotion at work, this time of someone who doesn't suck. And I've knocked off a few books over the last couple of weeks, including one written by Major Bludd, as well as listened to a shoe box worth of music.

And I'm not going to talk about any of that here. Not tonight, anyway. Soon, though. F'real.

In the meantime, some goofy-lookin' dude with questionable dance skills finds a novel new use for the Wiimote. I'm not sure of the usefulness of this hack, but it is kinda cool.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Historical Significance

It seems a five person committee has compiled canonical list of the Ten Greatest Video Games of all time. Honestly, my historical knowledge and experience is rather limited, so I cannot quibble with the list itself. I do find it a bit funny that a committee can just form and say, "this is it, these are the most important." Is that how all canonical lists get started? I always thought it was one of those "consensus among historians over a period of time" type of deals. Didn't think it was a "let's lock ourselves in a room and come up with five, no ten! titles that we think have helped make the industry what it is today" deal.

Regardless, I now want to play Super Mario Bros. 3. So they've accomplished that much.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Get Ready, Nerds

Countdown to a video game...trailer.

Sure, it's for the first game in the revered/reviled Grand Theft Auto series made for the new generation of game consoles, but a countdown to a trailer is still silly, especially since anticipation is probably not as high for a new GTA due to the two recent prequels (Liberty City Stories and Vice City Stories). Not to's a trailer. Who the hell counts down to a trailer?

Eh, who am I kidding. I'm just as curious as the next GTA fan.

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Oh, Happy Day

...and to top it all off, I walked all the way home with some unfortunate scrunching and no opportunies to adjust.


Usually, with a day like today, I'd be using this space to wax psychotic about all the pain I'd like to inflict, in fantastic detail, on the next person who brushed me on the sidewalk. But that would mean reliving the work day, and I've already had my fill of experiencing it, not to mention writing about it, so we just go to the big finish.

On the plus side, I'll be putting off unpacking for another day. Ditto my haircut, which is actually the greater tragedy.

Weirdly, you know what was perfectly listening for my uncomfortable walk home? Ministry. In Case You Didn't Feel Like Showing Up to be specific. "So What?" to be even more specific. Ministry is a live concert I think everybody should experience. Or it used to be. Honestly, I don't know what they are like these days.

Now I'm listening to "London Bridge." I think I'm pretty close to being unwound.

And finally, an endorsement: pick up American Born Chinese by Gene Yang. It got a mention in Decibel's end of year wrap up of comics, and after a little more research, I decided to give it a go. It was worth it. I should probably re-read it to give it a proper review, since the first read through was focused less on the art and more on the narrative, which was told with subtlety (yes, even in the uncomfortably hilarious shadow of living stereotype, Cousin Chin-Kee), humor, and affection.

Hopefully, there will be more on this, other recent text adventures (including Fermat and two-thirds of Michael Marshall's Straw Men trilogy), the PA-trip, and music, though that will probably be over on Musica Generica. I might even talk about my total divalicious shopping spree. Or not.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

God of War II

I got a brief, playable demo this past weekend, and it is fantastic. The gameplay has not changed much, but there was not really a reason to make changes, as the gameplay was pretty much flawless in the original. This is really the last major game on this generation of systems (that I know of) and should not be missed.

More (much more?) about this past weekend soon.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Who Knew?

I never thought that I'd ever threaten my girlfriend's mother with a nice "smash" on the chestal region--even in jest while talking trash during a game--but here we are.

Good times...

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Shove More Bourbon Down His Mouth Hole


The last two weeks have been kinda ass, to put it politely. As if the work wasn't bad enough, now I can't checks my home email or reads any blogs, because it's all been blocked! How dare they create an environment where I'll get more work done. But, the craziness--as far as the workload goes, anyway--ends tomorrow. The return of a co-worker means he gets his work back, and hopefully signals the loss of one seriously inept temp. Plus, I'm off to PA early in the day, not coming back until Sunday. Just in time.

But, not to leave you empty-handed, regardez: go download something a leaked track from the (still) upcoming GNR album, Chinese Democracy. Go on, do it. Don't be a pussy.

Thursday, February 15, 2007


Yes! Home before 9. That's a start.

Model UN is in the house, so the hotel is crawling with high school kids. Damn them. Laying about like they own the place. I shakes my fist at you! And by fist I mean...

It's been an exhausting week, and I think the only possible cure is metal. Priestess, Converge, and the mighty Mastodon at the 9:30 this Saturday. Carl, I may need to borrow your Pig Destroyer t-shirt.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007


You know what sucks about working until nine? Getting home late and then eating dinner and then being up at 1:30 in the morning digesting, wondering why I'm not allowed to punish the wicked with impunity. Savages.

Word of advice to anyone who is going to purchase a computer over the internets. PAY ATTENTION TO THE DIMENSIONS. I got this tower and it's a feckin' beast. Feels like overkill, but I likes it.

Anyway...I'm going to see if I can get in the mood to sleep. In the meantime, kitten therapy.

Monday, February 12, 2007

This day sucked. And now there's a dog show on my TV.

Well, let's see, I blitzed through a near 10 hour day without a break--and that's not an exaggeration--having to deal with a temp who is too cautious to do anything on her own, setting our work back significantly. Yet, she's too timid to even be snarky with. She's like Hooks from the Police Academy movies. Eventually, things came to a head and I had to take over and get us caught up to a manageable point. More importantly, I got caught up enough so that I could finish my own work.

This is why I'm not team-oriented. I don't have the patience to work with a bunch of Grossmans every day. If not for the people who don't suck (invariably, the people upon whom I rely the least in terms of my own work), that place would be intolerable.

And my boss is off this week! I'm supposed to be enjoying myself! Dammit.

In more positive news, had an enjoyable weekend, including dinner with The Drizzle and Los O's on Friday evening, and drinks with The Drizzle and JP on Saturday. Sunday was lazy. So, so lazy.

Lastly, some consumer advice: you so called rock fans are raging posers if you don't have this already. I've got the original version of Kingdom Come and it's boss.* Get some.

*That's for CLJO. I'm bringing it back!

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Free Ozzy!

See Ozzfest 2007 for free. Wow. Between this and Van Halen, big name tours are already looking good for this summer. I wonder how long the free tour will last, and if it will catch on.

There's No Such Thing As Clowns

The last two weeks have been pretty swell, all told. (Little illnesses aside.) Two weeks ago, Erica came into town for a few days, which is always fun. We wound up bowling with co-workers on Friday night. I didn’t bowl this time, after I humiliated myself the last time. Erica did, and she repped the family quite well. MC and JS (my favoritest co-worker and her lady) bowled out of their minds, so my vicarious bowling needs were well met. Plus, another co-worker did a split after one of her bowling taunts. Easy highlight of the night.

The rest of that weekend was spent shopping, sleeping (boy, lots of sleep), keeping warm, and talking trash over games of Mario Party. I took that Monday off so I could spend more time with her before she had to catch the late afternoon train back home. With any luck, I won’t have to be writing phrases like “train back home” for much longer. Not that anything is imminent; just saying.

This past weekend was another road trip with the Drizzle to check out some land in Northern Alabama (aka Pennsylvania). This time, the land was in Gettysburg, and was actually a nice piece of property, even if you can’t set up a canoe business. After a thorough examination of the land—well, as thorough as you can be without leaving the car—we hit the Gettysburg Appalachian Brewing Company for a beer and a couple of hours of shooting pool and chit-chat. For the record, I lost the best of five series, 3-2, because the Drizzle is much more adept at the “let the other guy scratch on the eight ball” strategy than I. We went from there to the Gettysburg G-Man, after discovering that Hoss’s was too crowded for dinner. There we ate and drank a bit more, while working the phones trying to get local folks to join us. Sadly, there were no takers. Lazy savages. Unfortunately, our evening was cut short (due to the aforementioned illness) and we made our way back to D.C. after settling up here.

Sunday, of course, was the Super Bowl.

As gleeful as I was with the outcome, it has been tempered somewhat by something approximating pity for the Bears. Sure seemed like 52 men showed up to play that game. Unfortunately, the very key 53rd man turned into the pumpkin most people knew he was. I think Neil O’Donnell owes Turnoversaurus Rex a nice dinner, since he’s no longer the biggest goat in Super Bowl history. (You know, Troy Smith would look pretty good in a Bears uniform.)

But hey, at least they got there. There are thirty other teams who cannot say that. And many of them (including my beloved Dolphins) haven’t even sniffed the playoffs for years now. So the Bears got that going for them, which is nice.

And now, a nation turns its eyes to college basketball and the coming March Madness. Feel it! The Drizzle and I will be making the trip for the opening round games again. This year’s destination: New Orleans!

Friday, February 2, 2007

Get Out Of My Way!

So, DNC is in the hizzy. Already, one candidate has lost a potential vote. (I won’t say her name, though. Ha!) Why? Because her @#$%# supporters don’t seem to understand the term “excuse me.” As in, “Excuse me, asshat. I’m trying to get to my office, and you guys do not seem to understand that clotting the hallway is not only a terrible breach of etiquette, but also a fire hazard. I don’t care who is in that room, it gives you no right to be a complete imbecile. Now, please, excuse me, before I etch my grievance into your #@$%@# forehead.”

Of course, I say that all with a smile. Hospitality, don’tcha know.

(On a side note, I am tempted to test another candidate's sense of humor by mentioning how clean and articulate he is, should I be lucky enough to meet him, as one of my co-workers already has.)

Tuesday, January 23, 2007


Happy New Year.

2007. More books, more music, more movies, more games, more laughs, more nonsense, more steps, more booze, more reflection, more changes than you can possibly comprehend with 100% of your brain.

New computer to feature more power, more capacity, more speed, more applications, more opportunities, more access.

More more more more more more.

It's enough to make a body batshit insane with anticipation and possibility, to overload to the point of complete synaptic failure.

Or, to induce a cold and make you want to crawl under a blanket and sleep until the Zombie Apocalypse.

(I have the latter.)

There's so so so much to do do do. I thought the point of trying to outline it all was to make things simpler. But all it does is reveal the actual number of opportunities. Complication through simplification, or some such nonsense. It sounds good now, but that's the meds talking.

More sports, more trips, more illogical hate (I'm looking at you, Rex), more bluster, more leering, more dialogue/monologue, more perversity.

I have a compulsion to buy anything that I think might rub my brain stem in the right way. It's why I have more music, books, and games then I have time. I'd like to take a vacation to just make a substantial dent into it. But with "The Machine" finally on the way (yay!), any free time will be tied into that.

I can look at it this way: once I reach my next goal, I should have time to breatherelaxbeleisurely.

More hearing, more seeing, more living.

More love.

More acceptance, more forgiveness.

More ideas. More motivation. More satisfaction guaranteed.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Avant Garde Ring Tones

Now why didn't I think of that? Fantastic.

(Happy New Year, kids. More later.)