Paranoia XP
Just found the paranoia XP creators' weblog. Don't want to forget it.
I am, incidentally, impressed and baffled that my login and weblog haven't been deleted.

christian martyr's Journal

I've started a backup log, just to see which I like more, LiveJournal or Blogger. I'm -used- to Blogger, so it gets the home-field advantage.

I made waffles. Now my belly hates me.

What's My Pirate Name?

Your pirate name is:
Mad Jack Cash

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr!

Yeah, I can live with that.

Stelpa

Been reading weblogs lately -- it's the most interesting thing the web's provided me for a while. It's nice, in a grassroots sorta way, to see so many people generating so much content, whether it's profound or not, about their lives. Turns us all into narrators, protagonists, subjects, and objects, too, I suppose.

I seem to log primarily when I'm feeling down. It leaves me with big gaps and equally big surges of updates. I'm going to break that habit now. I've been told that it's a good idea to break a habit every now and then, no matter how small that habit might be. Brush your teeth before taking out your contacts? All right, reverse it. Take the same route to work? Do the same things every night? Sleep the same hours? Break a small habit, be more aware of what you've done to automate your life, to move through it unthinkingly. If nothing else, you'll see how much you've let pattern dictate your life. Break a habit today.

I've been lazy

And I'm not sure entirely what's to blame. Sloppy thinking, sloppy habits lately. I'm tired, partially from E3 and partially from a lingering cold that's floating around in my headmeat. Maybe I'm burnt out. Maybe I need a change of pace. Unfortunately, this past long weekend didn't really manage to provide that at all. Anyway, here's what our booth looked like at E3:

That shot was taken before the final day. The floodgates had not yet opened, the torrents of people had not swept over me, knocking me off my feet and leaving me to gasp as I struggled and clawed my way over their heads for just one sweet, cool breath of air.

There are people out there who tell my I should feel lucky that my company sends me to E3. The things I say in response to this, I am hesitant to put into print in a public forum such as this. Similar words have, in the past, caused the weak to faint, caused paint to peel, caused leaves to wilt, caused milk to curdle. Gods only know what would happen if such vulgarity were unleash upon the unsuspecting masses. Here is a shot of the event in full effect:

It may not seem like much, as it was taken during a lull. However, imagine for a moment having to explain, at length, to each and every one of them why they ought to spend money on your products. Why they ought to publish your logic in their magazines and on their websites, that their readers might be able to spend money on our products. And then stop to consider the horror that is talking to the gaming media. They are morons, and most of them feel they ought to be doing your job. They feel a sense of entitlement, that it is their duty to share their opinions with you, because, BY GOD, you are a direct conduit between them and, say, Miyamoto-san.

Oh, death is too good for them.

Love and Rockets Reissues

Bought some of 'em. The Swing EP is great. Express is great. Listening now.

At least the face in the mirror still looks me in the eyes.