Oh yes. The Political Arena is a fine thing. Especially when it involves a railgun.

I’ve really had no blogging desire recently, as you can see. Busy at work, then tired or busy with the mod at home. Maybe if Amy could actually post something we’d still have activity..

You know, I was sooo into Counter-Strike a while ago, and yet now I don’t even care that the new beta is out. I’m Quakin, baby.

My world isn’t completely filled with mouth pain. I’m also working on a Q3 mod, one that I promise I’ll finish this time *grin* I’ll be putting a page together for it, but for now here’s a couple of (uninspiring) screens:

Dear God,

Please ignore the part where Simon used the F word, and make his mouth feel better anyway. Also, if You could make the brakes on the car stop squealing, that would be good too. The guy at the dealership says that “all brakes squeak,” but I think You and I both know what that really means, don’t We?

Dear God,

Why did you choose now to inject pain into my lower-left wisdom tooth? It has never caused me trouble before. Why did you wait until I’m having the shittiest mouth week ever, then jack that discomfort and all-round suckitude up several notches? I mean come on, what the fuck?

And by the way, I don’t want to hear from any nay-sayers about the reliability of such tests. Yes, that means you, Molly!

Er…I just took an IQ test again that I took last year - my score then was 138. My score today was 159. Did I drink the Professor’s super-smart potion by accident? I guess that’s the value of paying attention to what you’re doing.

In keeping with the most recent blog entries: shitfuck pisshead! Sorry, I get flustered.

Am I the only person in the entire US who doesn’t care at all about Survivor or Big Brother?