The internet provides. You can now be at peace.

If that doesn’t work, try this. I find it calming.

And since today is my birthday, I authorize any of you to buy me this.

I guess I may as well just put an RSS feed here direct from Czelticgirl.

She hipped me to how we can understand one another better, as well.

Very Funny Link.

All right, so I didn’t put him in the dailies over there. In truth, I feared his mighty blogging power would incinerate my little infidel of a site in a holy blaze. Still, the Cockeyed Absurdist has made me think-laugh and now he may be gone forever. That just ain’t cool. Comment the shit out of his place, wouldja?

Second link is NSFW sans headphones.

As my first Netflix choice, I think it’s fitting that it also be the first full review of a movie that I have written.

From the promotional trailers, Johnny English looks to be another doof-in-position-of-undeserved-power movie, a remake of The Tuxedo or The Man Who Knew Too Little. Like the latter, however, the movie’s lead brings to the otherwise predictable premise enough comedic punch to forgive the film’s shortcomings.
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IM convo with alfalfa martini:

AM:heh heh….you lead a double life

SB: I’m like Batman, only poor and fat.

AM: so, does that make Clare Robin, or Alfred?

SB: Robin. I have sex with Clare.

In a concurrent attempt to keep my writing skills oiled, I have started a freelance article schedule with GameGrene. I have a lot to say about the subject, so I will say it with words on a screen. For the interested, I’m writing under steelbuddha.

It certainly doesn’t hurt my self-esteem to have more work published, if it indeed becomes so, and with Most-Honoured Girlfriend finishing the particulars on her game/cyber-fashion store, it may lend some legitimacy to our advertisements. Who knows?

This also marks, for the co-workers who read my site, a sort of coming-out. Yup, I’m one of those guys who burns lean tissue thinking up plots and puzzles so that other grown adults who oughta know better can roll dice until I give them the answers. I’m a closet GM.

I love the hobby, and it doesn’t make me any more antisocial than I would be without it. In fact, last Tuesday, my plotline involved a scene dramatic enough to evince cathartic tears from one of my players; the time when such real emotion can come from this medium make it worth my effort. I avoid the subject, however, to remove myself from a scenario similar to this with my hipster co-workers, or even those just prejudiced against the pastime.

There, I’ve said my piece (peace?) in the least interesting blog entry ever. Hard week, this. I should have stayed far from the Movable Type.

Such beautiul cynicism and commentary. Steve Martin should be Poet Laureate.

Chaintech provides with their ZNF3-150 motherboards all kinds of goodies: a 5.25 card reader with several ports, nicely bound IDE cables, a handy little screwdriver set reminiscent of first generation mechanical pencils, etc. If you’re going up to Socket 754/Athlon 64 3400+, I highly recommend them based thus far solely on the packaging, add-ons, and low pricetag.

Does anyone (who might read this) know if the Athlon 3400+ running with 1GB (2 DIMMs) of PC-3200 DDR memory, SATA/150 hard drive and a Chaintech GeForceFX 5600XT 256MB DDR 8X AGP video card will need more than a 400W power supply? Tom’s Hardware Guide shows it should be a decent fit, but the memory and graphics card I’m using are a bit more power-hungry, I think. I don’t want my father’s new speed machine to have a lack of power. He won’t like that at all; his Tim Allen sensors will blink and wail.

I’m using the 400SL PS from Antec, which according to their test gives out max power at 380W. I assume I can trust an Antec PS to shutdown before frying my components, yes?

Basically, my research turned up very little (that I truly understood,) and I’m too lazy to do any more.

I stare at truer geeks in awe and envy, that in their presence I am so unadvanced.

Carbwire. For those of us who want to lose weight in the most unhealthy way possible, but can’t figure out how to shoot heroin.

I’m making my first merch. A t-shirt it will be, with the simple declaration on the front, “Jesus was a Jew.”

Any person offended by this, anyone who says anything besides “Nice shirt” or something similar, would be revealing themselves for the brain-void that they are.

“What are you saying?” “I’m saying Jesus was a Jew.” “But what do you mean by that?” “Um…I think I have a bus to catch. Why don’t you use that unworked muscle between your ears for a few seconds and get back to me?”