Tuesday, March 6, 2007

I Hain't stupit.

I took this Are You Stupid test because I'm lame and fall for retarded things like that. And apparently I'm only 4% stupid. Here's my graphic to prove it:

Yep, that's a picture of Einstein in the background of that horribly designed travesty of a web graphic. I always knew I had genius in my blood. ; P

Monday, February 5, 2007

The Good Fight

My oldest friend's wife passed away last Friday at the ripe old age of 35. She had been in and out of hospitals for quite a while as a kidney recipient, then rejector. The funeral is today. And I can't stop thinking about how bad I feel for my friend. We grew up together. I think we were about 6 when we started playing together. We rode tricycles, then bikes; chased each other around with toy guns; raced matchbox cars around on the coffee table; built LEGO creations so cool that I couldn't replicate them today if I tried; discovered Dungeons & Dragons and, subsequetly, played it all wrong; watched Masters of the Universe, Superfriends, and G.I.Joe after school; and generally had a ball.

We lost touch trough our high school and college years, but reconnected by chance about 6 or 7 years ago. I joined a card & board gaming group that met at his house every Friday. This is when I met his wife. She was always in some sort of pain but never let on how much anything really hurt. She had dialysis every week and would sometimes be so bloated by the toxins that her skin looked like it might split open. And yet she laughed and had a good time anyway. As a diabetic, she would sometimes be low on insulin and would get disoriented enough that it would make her decisions in the board games we played questionable. She would stumble sometimes and break a bone, but wait until the next day to go to the hospital because "the ER docs will only direct you to a bone specialist anyway." I guess she's the sort of person people talk about when they say someone's a "fighter". She was. She will be m issed.

Thursday, February 1, 2007


I consider myself a geek. I played D&D (albeit wrongly) when I was a wee lad of 13, I've had every videogame system since before the Atari 2600 had "2600" in its name, I was on bbs's when the fastest way to connect was a 1200 baud modem, and "Wargames" is solidly in the top 5 of my list of favorite movies. Ever.

Now, I know what pwned means. I've typed it hurriedly while playing Unreal Tournament and and I've pwned many poor suckas with my L33t skillz using a railgun. However, I never really knew how pwn should be pronounced. I correctly assumed it was pronounced like "pone" as in "cornpone", but until I actually Googled it today I wasn't positive, so I limited it's use to typing taunts in-game only. It's funny how, as a geek, you can worry about looking like a dork among other geeks. Dork.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Ad Nauseam

In a feeble attempt to join the eleventy-five bazillion other web-loggers in the world in this revolution they call blogging, I offer this blog. I don't even think I have anything to say really. Let's just sit back and find out if I have a voice and if it begs to be heard. This is my blog. No matter how lame.