That's how much hull strength I had left on my Hercules Heavy Assault Fighter at the end of the final mission of FreeSpace 1. I really let those Shivans know what for! It also occurred to me that my Banshee anti-shield lasers would be useless in subspace. Shields don't work in subspace. Next, Silent Threat, the expansion!
I have to go back up to retrans tomorrow. Retrans sucks.
Google "1-32 CAV". Whose Myspace profile comes up first? Mine.
I just wanted to let you know. Your fighter wings can't stop me. Your frigates can't stop me. Your destroyers and your cap ships can't stop me. My wingmen are cannon fodder about as much as you are. Put me in a bathtub with afterburners and a single MX-7 laser and I'll still wipe out your whole fleet. Your numbers mean nothing to me. I'm death incarnate on wings of fire.
This stuff isn't cool. This is Myspace. This is about to become Ya'llspace if we don't put our foots down! These are not cool new people.
Www.yallspace.com conspicously unregistered though, better hop on that one!
I just emailed my mom a bunch of pictures so I figured this would make a good opportunity to cut-and-paste the descriptions and make an entry! Pictures beyond...
Katie's trying to help me rebuild my MP3 collection so she ripped two Rilo Kiley CDs and I just couldn't not download them. It almost pains me to say I'm enjoying them. Actually, that's a lie. I've never not liked Rilo Kiley, it's just that I didn't have the CDs, they're Katie's, and never bothered to rip them before I left.
Is it weird that I still kind of keep our CDs seperate? Mine go on the right side and hers go on the left. All too frequently I'm moving random CDs of mine back over to my side and I never seem to find any of hers on my side. Why is that?
So how was my last retrans excursion? Hot. It's over a hundred degrees out daily so all you can do in the afternoon is sweat or sleep and I end up doing both. No games this time. I read more A Game of Thrones which is turning out excellently, I'm now up to date on Fables which is an outstanding comic, I finished reading the Sandman comic series, and I got a good start on Transmetropolitan, which is also great. It's too hot up there to do anything but sit around and read.
Port-a-johns are basically the only thing to crap in, here in Iraq. They're everywhere. Porcelein toilets are a rare sight indeed. So everyday someone has to collect up all the poop out of the port-a-johns. Enter the Poop Truck. It smells. It stinks up the whole area wherever it goes. It's utterly necessary. So in tribute to the poop truck, I've decided to make it a unit of measurement. My only unit of measurement. Since it'd just be silly to apply the Poop Truck to solid matter, it's basically only used for liquids. Now I have the dilemma of when I'm reading the back of my macaroni packet I have to do conversions. Two and a half cups of water? How many poop trucks of water is that?
I already mentioned that we were playing D&D here. Well the game went down in flames tonight and I can't blame the DM; it's the players. I'm not going to blame any one of them because they all committed the cardinal sin. Once my character was dead I decided I was done with the rest of the shoddy players so I told them they could resurrect me long enough for me to give them all the finger because I'm done. So what do they do once they get their survivors resurrected? Go back and loot my corpse. Hope you enjoyed it shitheads. I won't be playing with any of them ever again.
It's looking more and more like my shelf of heavy D&D books are going to do nothing but collect dust. I don't particularly want to run my own game with a group of strangers and the only games I can find are infested with the very definitions of albatrosses on the neck of the table-top community. This is very disappointing. I was looking forward to dropping the $120 to get Monte Cook's Ptolus but now it looks like so much waste that I think I'll stick with trolling Hastings for used D&D books and picking up on book sales.
In other stupid news I'm listening to Hawthorne Heights. Oh god, why am I doing this? I had to. The Emo Song made fun of them. I got curious. It's pretty bad. I listened to one album at work and couldn't tell when one song ended and another began. Now I'm listening to a different Hawthorne Heights CD and it sounds just like the one I was listening to at work. How do bands like this get record deals?
"Meh" is not a word. "Meh" is not an emotion. I cannot stand the word "meh" when it's used as a way of describing emotions and it's oh so thoroughly used in nearly every amateur video game review. The graphics were just meh. The gameplay made feel kind of meh. Upon completion the ending I received was merely meh. I will not tolerate "meh" any longer. The second I catch a "meh" in anything I read, I will from then on discount the person as a moron to be compared to the likes of those who use "u" instead of you, everyone who "LOL"s, and those rare few who feel the need to "ROFLCOPTER!".
Do your part. Be an English language nazi. Remove "meh" from the fake internet dictionary.
Super-emo post replaced with emo music post. Everyone wins!
My favorite Bayside song. Makes great for misery music. Enjoy!