Welp, someone I didn't know is dead. Hearing everyone talk about him now makes me feel really odd; I mean I'm not very sad. How could I be? I didn't really have that strong a connection to him--even amoung the Atriarch crowd ours was a tenuous thread--and now, just like hundreds and thousands of other people that I'll never see in my life, DQ is ( Read more... )

I am slowly growing ill inside at the thought of Halflife 2 ( Read more... )

I had Gamefly, but now I don't. This means that I am forced to hold on to my copy from the video store for long after its return date ( Read more... )

I guess that title says it all ( Read more... )

Ok, I begin again. Well, sort of anyway. I have a journal I actually post in over at journalspace now (Fromage.journalspace.com), but I might just start posting the same stuff over here as well (almost a full year since I was given an account here), so as to make req's kind deed of giving me this not completely meaningless ( Read more... )

Once, when I was about ten years old, I ran into an old man in the street. His skin was well browned, and he was missing one leg, one arm, an eye, and his nose. I didn't stop to talk to him-I was ten and he was an old man without a significant portion of his body-but I've always wondered if that man ever lied. I mean, it doesn't just seem to me ( Read more... )