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Thus Endeth the Conflict
April 12, 2002
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Holy Jeebus Bob on a pineapple-grilled halibut. Just finished yet another essay, and hell if I know where my brain has got off to. It's out there somewhere, I know, wandering around idly on its temporal lobes or whatever, taking its sweet-ass time getting back. I say this because I in no way feel that it had *anything* to do with the pitiful enigma of a conclusion I just spewed out into that poor WordPerfect file I constructed. Will I change it? If I'm a good student, I guess. Whether or not I am I'll leave up to you. Like you all CARE about that anyway, which is why I guess I like to rant about it to you. Heehee. I know I'm evil, no need to inform.
Get this: I actually apparently DON'T know all of you out there that read this thing. I'm as startled as you are, I know, but I received so far some very nice e-mails from a couple of fellows (related to each other in no way I must note, so it makes it all the more remarkable that they have each independently and on their lonesome decided to write me, wahoot) named Grant and Ben, who deserve to be given much props ::gives props:: because they're a couple of excellent chaps who I wouldn't mind meeting. Cheerio to you folks, and yay for the both of you. See, now I bet the REST of you out there are just *dying* to write me, in order to be given such props. Well, write away to see if you do, but always remember that THEY were first. So yay and junk.
MacCon IS on Saturday, it's been confirmed, and not only will there be all sorts of lovely roleplaying one-shots, there'll be Halo on not one or two but three and maybe even FOUR X-BOXES, the very idea of which makes Web Guy Josiah ope wide his orbs and growl in his throat with tumultuous glee, to be all Shakespearean and shit. But yeah. Gobs of anime too, I'm not kidding. You around? 'Cause you should go. I know *I'm* gonna - for what it's worth. Which I think is quite a bit. ::grin::
My fucking dorm light... allow me to rant about the sheer weirdness of this. Tuesday night I'm dungeon crawling in the Flayer Jungle in Diablo II Expansion, and around midnight the light just dammed DIES on me. Goes off. No warning, just FLICK and there I am in the dark with little things with large knives attacking me in the game. Not fun. So I figure the bulb is out, but the next day I accidentally find out this is not the case, and it WORKS again. So great. Tonight I had it on while I was writing my paper, and around what I assume was the same time, FLICK, it fucking goes out again. It's like someone's decided I should have a dammed BEDTIME or something. Drives me nuts. But part of me, I have to admit, is *curious* about whether this'll keep up or not, or if tonight's escapade means it's out for good. You gotta admit, it'd piss you off too. It couldn't have picked more inopportune times to die unless I was performing delicate surgery in here or something. Jeez.
I gotta finish this thang, but be well folksies, take care, and keep away from runaway brains and small monsters with big knives. Words to live by. Hope you enjoy what will be COMIC NUMBER 50 on Tuesday. Jeebus knows *I* will.
Not to be missed,
Annie "Blue" VM
Don't make the same mistake that I did
- Girl Repellent
"Hall Pass"
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