My ex-coworker-at-Apple's soon-to-be-ex-band (they're breaking up) just made the Onion AV Club's Worst Band Names of 2007 list. (For the record, for the Austinites who'd know, the band in question is Clap! Clap!.)

So.

Having recently compared and contrasted Glados and Shodan in my mind, something that blackdelphinium got around to well before me, I realized I want a video game where the mildly-creepy AI that instructs and assists your character isn't out to conquer humanity/kill things/whatever, and is mostly content to just laze about and let people take care of it ( Read more... )

Home.

Soaked through.

Freezing cold.

Skin on back actually hurts, like a burn made of cold.

Forgot phone in office.

Filling tub for very, VERY long bath.

(Side note I forgot to mention: That song from Portal? The one about those who are still alive? That shit's creepy. Ridiculous creepy.)

It's raining cats and dogs and is freezing cold out, and I only brought a light coat (my labcoat) today! YES! Going home is going to be FUN! Fuck.

Knight Michael Schumacher; Retired King of F-1, Ferrari Test Driver...Fastest Taxi Driver Alive?

I have had a long-lasting interest in the tarot. Not in any spiritual sense, as a good number of my friends do, but more academic. The history of it (and of cards in general) interests me deeply, as do the developments made to the concept as ideas and locales diverged. The concept of the cards as a meditation aid and guide/focus is slightly lower ( Read more... )

Blargh. I'm not well. Oddly, I feel worse after lunch (turkey stew in breadbowl for win.) I figured getting the nutrition would improve my mood. It has not. I need to make with some serious cleaning when I get home, and not do anything else until that is completely done. I swear, turn your back for five seconds, and a clean domicile is destroyed, ( Read more... )

And, for once, I'm not going to go into epic detail. I'm not going to make my picks. I wash my hands of predicting the decisions of idiots ( Read more... )

Craigslist personals, as written by Chris Onstad?

I want to do a jizz on you.

This is what I want.

Holy fuck.

I don't make these posts often, but, yaknow, what the hell. I may even stick up a link later, when I get home from work, to a DL of the song.

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