I'm not a coward, I've just never been tested.
Ummm...
hi.
I moved.
I think I mentioned that.
New number.
Big house. (see also: fucking huge)
New Job.
Blockbuster Inc.
Which means;
free rentals
Movie nights (i.e. Anime night...horror night...action night...Sci-Fi night...no, no porn night. It's Blockbuster. We have the low carb margarine of porn: B-flicks.)
Corporate rules and regulations. (Dance Monkey! Dance!)
One hell of a spaztic boss.
Got a job offer from some sword-vendors at a Renaissance Faire. Hee hee. Dread has come upon you all.
Had some lady yell at me when I went to purchase D&D stuff at our local Uber-geek store. Her babbling contained something along the lines of a tearful "People have died playing that!"
I wondered why my methods of recreation were any of her business. My response: "More people have died playing poker."
It seemed to work. She shutthefuckup and left me alone.
Saw Bubba Hotep. Cute movie. Bruce Campell rocks my socks...along with Ronnie Perlman and a few other eople I can't think of right now because my little mind hurts.
Playing the fuck out of Soul Calibur II. It's a pretty game.
Some D&D on the side...my roomies rock. One collects the little miniatures, the other collects the books...heh...Then I have a friend who's all Mr. Staff Sgt. at Das Army Recruit Place. His wife has an e-bay addiction and buys every RPG book she can find. It's funny.
My computer broke. Or...something. Some Zombie Adware came and ate it's brains. I'm now using my old one (insert witty remarks about punch-cards, wind-up keys and wax cylinders) and...it seems to be holding together for the moment.
But yeah...life in the world of me at the moment. Roomie Eric chased away all the Mormons. But in a dignified way, so they don't think they've gotten points for having Satan turn them down or whatever. (It's odd...the more they get doors slammed in their faces, the better they score. If they get a chance to prattle off the Josifsmith stuff, they don't earn as many God Points. At least, that's how they do it around here...3 hours from the Promised Land of U-tah. I think they do it that way so the little kids they get to go door-to-door don't feel as bad when people tell them to fuckoffanddie you sonsofcum-gurglingguttersluts.)
So...yeah.
Visit.
rzenegade@sluggy.net
for pertinent info...
The roomies are wondering what to do for dinner.
Mel to the rescue...
hi.
I moved.
I think I mentioned that.
New number.
Big house. (see also: fucking huge)
New Job.
Blockbuster Inc.
Which means;
free rentals
Movie nights (i.e. Anime night...horror night...action night...Sci-Fi night...no, no porn night. It's Blockbuster. We have the low carb margarine of porn: B-flicks.)
Corporate rules and regulations. (Dance Monkey! Dance!)
One hell of a spaztic boss.
Got a job offer from some sword-vendors at a Renaissance Faire. Hee hee. Dread has come upon you all.
Had some lady yell at me when I went to purchase D&D stuff at our local Uber-geek store. Her babbling contained something along the lines of a tearful "People have died playing that!"
I wondered why my methods of recreation were any of her business. My response: "More people have died playing poker."
It seemed to work. She shutthefuckup and left me alone.
Saw Bubba Hotep. Cute movie. Bruce Campell rocks my socks...along with Ronnie Perlman and a few other eople I can't think of right now because my little mind hurts.
Playing the fuck out of Soul Calibur II. It's a pretty game.
Some D&D on the side...my roomies rock. One collects the little miniatures, the other collects the books...heh...Then I have a friend who's all Mr. Staff Sgt. at Das Army Recruit Place. His wife has an e-bay addiction and buys every RPG book she can find. It's funny.
My computer broke. Or...something. Some Zombie Adware came and ate it's brains. I'm now using my old one (insert witty remarks about punch-cards, wind-up keys and wax cylinders) and...it seems to be holding together for the moment.
But yeah...life in the world of me at the moment. Roomie Eric chased away all the Mormons. But in a dignified way, so they don't think they've gotten points for having Satan turn them down or whatever. (It's odd...the more they get doors slammed in their faces, the better they score. If they get a chance to prattle off the Josifsmith stuff, they don't earn as many God Points. At least, that's how they do it around here...3 hours from the Promised Land of U-tah. I think they do it that way so the little kids they get to go door-to-door don't feel as bad when people tell them to fuckoffanddie you sonsofcum-gurglingguttersluts.)
So...yeah.
Visit.
rzenegade@sluggy.net
for pertinent info...
The roomies are wondering what to do for dinner.
Mel to the rescue...
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