Why won't aged 'net humour just die? (Still, I appreciated the reference.)
2/24/2007
Sigh.
Taken from one of my late night DS-athons with my old friend Phoenix Wright:
Why won't aged 'net humour just die? (Still, I appreciated the reference.)
Why won't aged 'net humour just die? (Still, I appreciated the reference.)
2/17/2007
Top of the (nerd) world.
Life just got...crisper.
My new 360 finally arrived from Microsoft, and the timing was just perfect. The day before it got here I had purchased the HDDVD add-on from work (for a phenomenally great price), and I was just itching to get it all set up.
So when the box came, I tore into it and put it all together.
Oh yes.
With the drive, I also got a free media remote ($40 value) and a free copy of King Kong ($33 value). After sales and discounts, the thing only cost $150, (HD DVD players themselves retail for $700-800) so I'm laughing.
Anyway, the point is HD DVD is so sexy to watch that I actually need better eyes to truly appreciate it (better glasses are coming). I can stand 6 inches from my display and still see into the image clearly. Wow.
Needless to say, after watching King Kong I zipped down to A&B and scored...wait for it...Serenity. Upon watching it, I was filled with such geek rapture, I was almost moist.
Now if only somebody rented out these discs...
...I'm looking at you, Blockbuster.
My new 360 finally arrived from Microsoft, and the timing was just perfect. The day before it got here I had purchased the HDDVD add-on from work (for a phenomenally great price), and I was just itching to get it all set up.
So when the box came, I tore into it and put it all together.
Oh yes.With the drive, I also got a free media remote ($40 value) and a free copy of King Kong ($33 value). After sales and discounts, the thing only cost $150, (HD DVD players themselves retail for $700-800) so I'm laughing.
Anyway, the point is HD DVD is so sexy to watch that I actually need better eyes to truly appreciate it (better glasses are coming). I can stand 6 inches from my display and still see into the image clearly. Wow.
Needless to say, after watching King Kong I zipped down to A&B and scored...wait for it...Serenity. Upon watching it, I was filled with such geek rapture, I was almost moist.
Now if only somebody rented out these discs...
...I'm looking at you, Blockbuster.
2/12/2007
Chris' Tales of TRUE CRIME! Vol. 2
Sigh.
What is it with Sunday nights? I always come home from work on Sundays disillusioned, disappointed, and depressed because of the levels of CRIME I have to deal with. Sunday nights make me hate humans!
At least tonight I caught both the buggers (that I know of). The first guy tried to return for refund an item he had simply taken off the shelf and sneakily ripped open. I told him I was wise to his ruse and sent him and his junkie girlfriend on their way. Then not five minutes later, some other lady tried to pay me in counterfeit money.
Like I said to Shaina, I'm pretty much ready to start assuming that any "customer" I see in that place is a thief/crook/desperate addict. You might think that's pretty hardcore, but you don't work Sunday nights in south Nanaimo.
Mood: Postal
What is it with Sunday nights? I always come home from work on Sundays disillusioned, disappointed, and depressed because of the levels of CRIME I have to deal with. Sunday nights make me hate humans!
At least tonight I caught both the buggers (that I know of). The first guy tried to return for refund an item he had simply taken off the shelf and sneakily ripped open. I told him I was wise to his ruse and sent him and his junkie girlfriend on their way. Then not five minutes later, some other lady tried to pay me in counterfeit money.
Like I said to Shaina, I'm pretty much ready to start assuming that any "customer" I see in that place is a thief/crook/desperate addict. You might think that's pretty hardcore, but you don't work Sunday nights in south Nanaimo.
Mood: Postal
2/03/2007
Attack of the VERMIN!
So the furnace repair guy came today. We pulled out the couch, opened the furnace closet and moved a couple of boxes out so he could access the guts of the thing. As soon as he had the main panel off, he said, "Oh. Here's your problem." He holds out this rubber tube that clearly was meant to connect this one doohicky to this other nub-thingie. Except that the tube had been CHEWED TO DEATH.
Peter was watching on. "Chris? Do you have mice down here?"
"Not that I'm aware of..." I said. "If I did, you'd be the first to know (besides the cats)."
The repair guy fixed the tube, and the heat turned on (THANK GOD). Peter says he's gonna stay and clean up the mouse stuff. Sure, I think to myself -- there's probably a couple of droppings in there. When he goes to get the vacuum, though, I take a look for myself.
OMG.
There's mouse droppings and blood everywhere! BLOOD! And a bag of my Hallowe'en supplies has been shredded. I look a little closer, and discover that the little bugger had nested with fake spider web inside a plastic skull -- how gothic. But even weirder was the fact that it had apparently been living of off a tube of fake vampire blood -- hence the blood everywhere. What a disturbing find that chewed tube was.
Anyway, Peter's out buying mousetraps right now, but I have a feeling we won't be dealing with any ordinary mouse here. Clearly anything that has been exposed to the amount of evil energy in that Hallowe'en closet (there's a severed head on a pole in there for Chrissakes) for as long as it must have been will have changed...will be...different...somehow. The thing lived in a skull, and drank blood! When it emerges...we will know.
Oh yeah, and our cats will be forfeit.
Peter was watching on. "Chris? Do you have mice down here?"
"Not that I'm aware of..." I said. "If I did, you'd be the first to know (besides the cats)."
The repair guy fixed the tube, and the heat turned on (THANK GOD). Peter says he's gonna stay and clean up the mouse stuff. Sure, I think to myself -- there's probably a couple of droppings in there. When he goes to get the vacuum, though, I take a look for myself.
OMG.
There's mouse droppings and blood everywhere! BLOOD! And a bag of my Hallowe'en supplies has been shredded. I look a little closer, and discover that the little bugger had nested with fake spider web inside a plastic skull -- how gothic. But even weirder was the fact that it had apparently been living of off a tube of fake vampire blood -- hence the blood everywhere. What a disturbing find that chewed tube was.
Anyway, Peter's out buying mousetraps right now, but I have a feeling we won't be dealing with any ordinary mouse here. Clearly anything that has been exposed to the amount of evil energy in that Hallowe'en closet (there's a severed head on a pole in there for Chrissakes) for as long as it must have been will have changed...will be...different...somehow. The thing lived in a skull, and drank blood! When it emerges...we will know.
Oh yeah, and our cats will be forfeit.
2/02/2007
C-c-can't t-t-talk-k-k n-n-now.
I must be quick here.
The furnace in my place has crapped out, and now it is soooooo cold in here, that I am forced to spend all of my time in my heated bed in order to stay alive. This has led to much Apprentice-watching (muahaha).
Ok time's up -- my fingers are going numb. Back to my nest!
The furnace in my place has crapped out, and now it is soooooo cold in here, that I am forced to spend all of my time in my heated bed in order to stay alive. This has led to much Apprentice-watching (muahaha).
Ok time's up -- my fingers are going numb. Back to my nest!
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