Death to the Fatman...

So, I load up OO-buck & hunker down in the bushes near my house. All those years of disappointment soon come to a head. Red & white no longer hold meaning in my life unless its running rich down the drain. I think I hear bells in the distance; ears strain against the thick night. The metal receiver is burning cold against my palm as a faint smirk emanates from my thin lips. My breath hangs heavy in the midnight air as bells become louder. Grip tightens; beating heart pounds with anticipatory revenge. Suddenly, through the light fog, highlighted by the nearby streetlamp I can barely makeout flailing hooves. My aim is true, 28 feet 10 inches behind the glow of red. Waiting, tracking, sights align, weapon shouldered, there is a deafening roar as screams cut through the darkness. The beacon hits the snow near my feet as wooden trains scatter randomly about. Reports come from all directions as the heavy vehicle dives erratically. One shouts, "I've got him!" Another, "He's mine!" My claim is challenged but my soul knows of the truth. Rewarded for tears every Christmas morning I silently rejoice in the spirit of the season. Vindication has been slow in coming yet, I feel as though I've broken the everlasting bond of the old fatman & his partners in crime... Easter will come soon enough & that bow-tied bastard of a rabbit will finally get his. Carrots & potatoes slowly simmering among delicate strips of pale flesh. Hoffenpepper for all.

Bah, humbug!

I hate Christmas. There, I said it. Sure I love the snow, the extra money from grandmother, & all the presents but its such a commercial hassle I can live without it all. Its lost the magic & I yearn for a simpler time. I'm beginning to think that Santa is dead & he just isn't coming this year. If I break the news to my youngest, I can save a bundle! Hmm.. now should I go down & get that big screen or blow all the savings down at Susie's? At least at Susie's I can get a free roll-over & that happy ending! Mwuhahaaaa...

Oh, & for those of you who dedicate yourself to improving your lot in life by subscribing to New Year's resolutions, Grow a Nut! I mean c'mon.. haven't you any mere shred of discipline within? Oh ok.. you quit smoking everyday. Big deal. Take charge of your life & just do it. Don't wait for some magic point on a calendar. Must everything be an excuse? Remember, there's nothing about you that changing yourself entirely won't fix.

Samorost

Thankfully, I've run across two very cool Shockwave Flash games which I assume are a bit like Myst. Samorost & Samorost 2. They can be tediously ripped out of your Temporary Internet Files; don't ask me how I know that heh, I'm a god ;) Go play them now & burn a half hour or so. Now if I could only get my hands on Chapter II.

GameFreaks Downtown

The server is being relocated & should be back up in a few days. If anything ever happens to it, I suppose I must rehost elsewhere. I know I could run it on my home box but I'd probably need a static IP which would cost me at Wave. I think DynDNS hates my dirty router as it pings them way to often for their liking. Bad router, but I like it. I guess I could stand to double my bandwidth for the IP I'd get. Dunno, we'll see what works out. #Fear# has really kept me going these years with GameFreaks. Thanks bub.

Mmmm...

Chivas Regal on crippled ice cubes cannot under normal circumstances be challenged. Live long & prosper. ;)