In my dream, I was in a city of some kind. I was sick, some kind of virus. I decided to go to dinner alone, at a nice-looking Italian restaurant. The atmosphere was great, the food was delicious. Dirty Harry was there too, and he was black. In this dream, Dirty Harry resembled Rudy Ray Moore. He also spoke like him. That's pretty much where the similarities ended though, because he shot like Dirty Harry. Something was awry at the restaurant, and Harry was angry. He was pretty much shooting every mother fucker in sight. I was ducking behind booths and shit, wondering if he had seen me. He kept looking in my direction, but I managed to survive while most others had died. The whole time I was wondering, "why isn't someone doing something about this?"
The next day, tired and confused, I turned on the news. There was a special on Dirty Harry on CNN, and when and how his reign of terror might possibly end. The baseball stadium federation voted to try to do whatever they could to appease Dirty Harry, because traditional weaponry wouldn't work, since he was unkillable. Apparently on one of his adventures he got some kind of Egyptian curse placed on him. The baseball stadium megascreen showed a big picture of Harry with his family. His skin was all grey and shit. Looked terrible.
He had the world in the palm of his hand, but he was the angriest man anywhere, alive or dead...
An older, slightly deprecated blog. "Blog." What an uncomfortable word.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
The last 22 hours:
Total fucking bullshit.
I've been trying to turn the Nintendo Wi-Fi USB Connector into a generic Wireless Access Point for various reasons.
Basically: I have not been able to connect to my router for the last day, and I've been spending most of my time trying to fix it.
I fixed it a few minutes ago. The problem was fixed not by changing something with my computer, but by turning the router in the basement off,
Then turning it back on again.
I've been trying to turn the Nintendo Wi-Fi USB Connector into a generic Wireless Access Point for various reasons.
Basically: I have not been able to connect to my router for the last day, and I've been spending most of my time trying to fix it.
I fixed it a few minutes ago. The problem was fixed not by changing something with my computer, but by turning the router in the basement off,
Then turning it back on again.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Piracy / Homebrew, Your Nintendo DS, and You: A Guide
I'm testing out the products so you don't have to. More to come.
The Pirate Party of the United States
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
MMO Post-Addiction Idiocy
So I'm sitting here winding down for bed just reading a forum seeing how Everquest is going and all of a sudden I am reading this thread about World of Warcraft and how the druid class is a lot like a bard and these crazy ideas pop into my head like "Noah try out the druid class you'll love it you'll fill this hole in your soul where a MMO used to be" and I take out the World of Warcraft box and put one of the discs and my drive then I'm like "WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING" and I put it away.
Bullet dodged!
Bullet dodged!
Monday, June 19, 2006
A Remedy For This Slump?
I've been sitting around for the last 3 weeks wondering what the fuck to do aside from work (which is not stimulating in the least, and I think it's starting to drain my soul), and now, it just dawned on me: I have a shit load of books queued up on my computer to read, which will help me in life.
The answers, they are always looking us right in the face, but just below eye level.
The answers, they are always looking us right in the face, but just below eye level.
Sucking at Life: Sleeping Late
Hi there. I can't get out of bed until 2 or 3pm most days, these days. Sure, it's summer vacation. But, to me, summer vacation does not mean sitting around on my ass doing nothing all day. I want to use my days productively. And I'm sure I could do this, if I could just fucking wake up in the morning and stay up for the remainder of the day. I feel absolutely no motivation to wake my ass up. Full of grumbles.
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