Say it ain't so, Lorne

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Hypocrite! Sheep!

Yep. I've succumbed. Even after publicly posting about my active disdain for the service, I figured "Well, I really want to nab a certain username before someone else gets it". (Embracing the gamertag for most online communiques has its perks.) Without a cell phone who knows if the info will be truly up to date, but yes, I have a Twitter account. Look to the left - I've integrated it into the blog here for your convenience.

I'll try to keep the blog for the bigger, chunkier topics, but short bursts may just end up in the Twitter sidebar. I can see the addictive nature of this beast already. Follow Neil Gaiman? Yes please.

$10

I found ten bucks on the ground at work today. I see it as the universe saying "Thanks for getting out of bed this week. Go buy something you don't need!"

This guy in Missouri thinks I'm a pedophile

" "There is no reason an adult should have this game," says Andy Anderson, Mid-Missouri Internet Crimes Task Force."

Linky.

Funny, I thought that these things were meant to stop this type of uninformed hysteria. I mean, have you tried getting together on the Wii with friend codes? It's a super-hassle. Not like Xbox LIVE or PSN or, y'know, the internet.

On Resident Evil 5

I had the demo of RE5 downloaded about 3 weeks before last Friday's release of the full game. Didn't actually play it until last Tuesday. Thought process while playing:

1) Chris Redfield sure runs slow.

2) Man, it is an awfully pretty game.

3) OK, now I'm surrounded by zombies - where's my melee attack?

4) Where'd that big executioner guy come from? And why is he decapitating my partner?

5) Hmm. Game over. Y'know, I think I'd rather play Left 4 Dead.

So I deleted the demo. Total time spent downloading > total time spent playing. Like every Resident Evil game before it, it's just not for me.

Bad timing

So, why am I typing at twenty after 8 in the AM? Shouldn't I be at work? Well, I would, but there's this little situation about a car door that won't stay shut. Seems to be frozen - the lock was resisting opening, the handle did the same, and now I'm sitting here at the computer desperately googling for door-closing tips while the car sits parked in the sun, door slightly ajar, slowly draining the battery.

It's stupid. Car trouble is supposed to be engines not starting in sub-zero temps and flat tires and shattered windshields. Not that I'm not thankful that this is a (hopefully) minor problem - it's just hard to sell your boss on "I'm late because I couldn't close this door."

So I passed out at a brewery this weekend

I just thought you should know.