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Which Character Do You Think He Plays?
January 22, 2002
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What and the what now? It's ranting time again? Yow! Time to put on my Magic Hat of Crippling Cynicism! Whoopee!
So yeah. It's those final few days of vacation for me down here in Arizona: you know, the ones in which you suddenly finally remember all the crap you were *supposed* to do and completely forgot about. Glorious. And time once again to yank the hard drives out of my beloved Tyger and pack him away for his little trip through airport security. Joy. Maybe I can open him up in the airport, scream that my hard drives are missing, and attempt to sue them for a massive settlement that will insure that not only will I be able to survive financially for the next semester, but I will also be able to continue the process of making Tyger a TRUE 'tiny god', and get myself a full selection of all the games and consoles I've been drooling over. Yay. And then again, I could have a brain disorder or something. Eck.
Damn you Fallout 2, and all your funness. I am so dammed CLOSE to beating you I can taste it, and believe me, it tastes of cheese. Or something. But stuff and stuff. By Thursday sometime I hope to have handed it's ass to it tied up in a cute little matching bow and whatnot, and be able to move on with my life...at least until another game takes control of it, which will likely be around five seconds later. Crap.
What in the...I don't know if I've mentioned it yet, but somehow my room - and this is in Arizona, you must understand - is always colder than a Wampa Ice Beast's ass, and in order to make it through the night I have to sleep in a *sweatsuit* in a bed with two wool blankets and two comforters. I don't even have to put up with that kind of freezing business in MINNESOTA. Jesus God. So now I've got a portable heater in my room, which makes things better, except for the constant fear of things around it, pets, myself, etc. bursting into violent purple flames. Plus when it changes temperature or setting or whatever it clicks and makes the lights in my room flicker like a pair of bastards, or that sucks. But enough of that. At least I can feel my fingers now. I swear my room is too cold to even *exist* in this state...it must actually be in some kind of parallel dimension, which is rather disappointing because out of all the cool things one should theoretically be able to do in a parallel dimension, I can do precisely none of them. Sure, I've felt like my head has been trying to eat itself in here before, but I think that was pretty much a side effect of my eating a multiple-week-old pizza and a bunch of strawberry Quik in the third grade instead of the whole dimensional thingy. Bugger.
Well, I hope you all have had your fill of Blue-brand Funny for today, because I've got to jet. My rant on Friday will be written likely WAY ahead of time, due to the whole I've-got-to-get-to-bed-insanely-early-because-of-a-4 AM-wake-up-time-for-a-6:55 AM-flight thingy. So yeah. Take it easy, be well.
Hubba hubba zoot zoot.
Annie "Blue" VM
And though I once preferred a human being's company
They failed to thwart the monolith that towers over me
- They Might Be Giants
"The Statue Got Me High"
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