Dream of Waking

Hmm well where is that safehouOH FUCK A ZEBRA!

(I didn’t run over it. I didn’t even try!)

(This game is amazing!)

… there’s some dudes up around the bend. They will most likely shoot up my boat. :(

This weekend I’ve been playing a lot of Unreal Tournament 3. Last night doubleplusungood invited me to a game of Left 4 Dead. I was in the middle of a UT3 match so I went straight from that into the Left 4 Dead lobby.

When I got into the game I was upset to find out my double-jump was coming up short and my hoverboard was missing.

http://penny-arcade.com/comic/2009/2/25/

I love Penny Arcade but todays’ strip really nails it. I can’t stop laughing at the second panel.

‘Arrows for the War’

Let’s put this in bullet points:

• Patriarchal “father knows best” family structure
• Squeeze out as many kids as physically possible
• Home school the little brats
• Indoctrinate them in fundamentalist ideals

Sound familiar?

Is coming up soon. I’ll be in Springfield. I want to eat food and play video games. Probably Rock Band 2 and Halo 3 and any multiplayer arcade games.

Here I am, in Kuwait again and hopefully for the last time. I spent $4 on a card that lets me use wireless internet for 24 hours and I won’t even get to use it all before I’m shuffling through the paces that get me one step closer to home. My time to have all my bags with me and ready to go just moved up 8 hours, which is good news, unless it means I’ll be spending more time sitting in the holding area but who cares. The sooner I’m in the holding area the sooner I’ll be home. There’s really not a whole lot else to say.

But if I were, these are the parts I would use.

I was typing up what was the start of a monster entry on digital distribution but what’s the fucking point? No one reads this shit. So the long and the short of it is Katie and I have quit buying CDs and now (almost) strictly buy DRM-free MP3s, Steam fucking rules, and Good Old Games better open up soon and they better find a reliable way to run System Shock 2. That would make my day, month, and year. X-Com Enforcer and X-Com Interceptor are dog poop. Just get the first 3 X-Com’s. A watched clock never moves and I’m starting to get annnnnntsyyyyy. I hate PT and I’m tired of waking up early and never getting enough sleep.

Well I did. I told them I don’t work well with him at all and that I didn’t like him or his (lack of) work ethic and now I’ve gone and hurt his little feelings. To top it all off, I’ve got to live with the guy. Well this may make things awkward. I’m not sorry for whatever he heard me say because nothing I said was a lie. Maybe now he can quit pretending he’s my friend and we can maintain some form of mutual apathy toward each other for the sake of keeping appearances professional.

But I don’t like him. I never have and I never will. And I don’t have to like him. I don’t particularly care what he does or what happens to him and if he were to drop dead tomorrow I might even throw a little party. He’s the everpresent thorn in my side and will be until he’s gone for good. I know you can never escape shitty coworkers but I really think I’d be a much happier person if he were gone since he’s constantly the source of my gripes this time around.

But whatever. I’m getting shorter every day and he’s much easier to ignore when I’m at home.

The schadenfreude I get from it may be the death of me. 8 days, till I move on to better places and am one step closer to home. Lamb of God’s “As the Palaces Burn” is my favorite album of the month, maybe year, maybe in the top ten of forever.

I’ve been avoiding updating because I’m tied up with Painkiller (the Yahtzee effect was strong with that one) and counting days (17) so I’m being really neglectful. I went so far as to resize my promotion photos and then did nothing with them. I’m totally lame and I don’t care because I have seventeen days left.

It fucking sucks. Yesterday was okay. Today blows.

There’s nothing more demoralizing than being told you’re an important aspect of the squadron and then being treated like you’re just another body. It just reinforces the notion that I’m on day shift solely to be abused.

Looking back at my most recent entries about work, they’re all negative. I’m not just posting the negatives. I’m posting the extraordinary negatives. When something extraordinarily positive happens, this place will be the first to know but I wouldn’t hold my breath. Until April 21st, 2010.

That’s how many points I missed promotion cutoff by this month.

• Zone of the Enders 2
• Killzone
• God of War

I swear this list should be longer but those are the ones I really have on my mind right now.

I’ve had two entries eaten, one by wordpress/shitty internet and one by the bad behavior plugin. I hate life. Last two entries summarized; I’m eating Iraqi food and I can’t take pictures fuck!

And if you don’t somehow wish her a happy birthday then you obviously hate freedom.

She made me this nice new banner too. I’m still screwing with link colors and whatnot because as they are now they’re invisible unless you know where they are. Oh well. I’m lazy and I kind of like it like that.

“What” is my favorite word. Of all time. If I make a sentence without using the word “what” in it, something is wrong.

The breakfast of choice for demons from hell! I’m on my third or fourth play through Doom 3. I know the monster closets get tiring but I still totally enjoy this game. I haven’t even come across a single cacodemon or revenant or mancubus but it’s already all over. I’ve got my plasma rifle. It’s the only weapon I really need, next to the shotgun.

I’m alive.