Author: gala5931

Has anyone else noticed that the font used in the much-maligned Grand Theft Auto series is the same as the one used for The Price Is Right?

I’m all for unusual controllers. This, though, seems a bit much. Not that I can’t think of at least one person for whom this would be a great gift.

Apparently I was in two places at once it work today. This is bothersome on many levels, especially since it was not my doing. Certain Catholic saints were purported to be able to do this, but I would assume they knew about it. I, on the other hand, appear to have a doppelganger. Is the other one evil? Or am I the evil one? I’m very curious to see what will happen when we meet. The worst possible scenario is that the other me is the real one. Further updates as events warrant.

So, I’ve been trying to get the projector-and-laptop guy at work to set up an Xbox night in the auditorium. He keeps telling me to put in an AV request. What am I, some kind of chump? I need to put in a request to use company property for personal entertainment? I go right to the source and I get sent back to the Red-tape Highway? So, I guess I’ve been put in my place. Once I do finally convince him to take some initiative and make it happen, I’ll be sure to remind him who’s boss as I repeatedly mop the floors of alien ships with his carcass.

Took a day off and took the kids out shopping today. The 9-to-5 cityscape weirds me out every time. Everyone on the street has the look of a person who doesn’t spend enough time in conversation with other functioning members of society. I do not belong among the daytime denizens of this mirror-city, and they know it. Each time I venture out into their territory — lands which are the demesne of me and mine at night — I fear they will suddenly and without warning take arms against me, sparing a few moments to beat me to death with their hands, and then return to their odd, highly-regimented daily routines with the same speed and non-chalance as my blood seeps into the sun-lit asphault.

This drives me crazy. How? How?!? HOW?!?! HOW, GOD DAMN IT, HAAAAAAAAAAAA-OHHH-OOOOO?

Apparently there comes a point in one’s career past which people care about what you do outside of work. Associations, volunteer organizations, and whatnot. Not really my bag, which may become a problem fairly quickly. Here’s an example of why I am not destined for any board rooms:

The setting — my porch. A co-worker walks by as some friends and I carouse.

Professional young woman: I have a JLA meeting tomorrow.
Alex: You’re in the Justice League of America?!?
PYW: That’s what my husband said. It’s the Junior League, a women’s community organization.
Alex: Huh. Is there a Senior League? Is it all men?
PYW: I’m going to go home and go to bed. Work tomorrow.
Alex: I’m going to continue drinking on my porch. Work tomorrow.

Her Worshipfulness’s cousin has invaded, and the occupation forces are strong. I called for reinforcements last night, under the auspices of wanting to give her a choice of men to glean attention from. I have fears for today’s plans, and here’s why:

HW: So, we can drop you off any time you want.
Cousin: Oh, don’t worry. I’m in no rush.

Holy shit! Snow Crash is on Time’s 100 best novels of all time!

I read this book after my roommate’s copy of Entertainment Weekly (which he never subscribed to, nor paid for, but presumably still receives to this day) said Cryptonomicon was going to be good. T’wasn’t out yet, so I picked up Snow Crash. 100% awesome. I’d lend you my copy, but some other member of the Geek Nation has it. I think.

I’m so excited, I’m adding a new button.

I think this confirmation is the final one. My favorite part — “a younger character with no gadgets”. Here’s hoping they can dispense with the camp and make 007 worth watching again.