I gave my laptop a lobotomy yesterday afternoon. Eight minutes is a little too long for start-up. After a fresh installation of the OS (and putting a few programs back on it) it’s back down to a much more manageable minute-and-a-half.

Game was… umm… a little off last night. We were all there, but we weren’t “all there.” There were distractions aplenty. We managed to find out some information to move the story along, but we didn’t actually do much…

Nyx wants to kill me. Not that this is really new; it’s part of the whole little sister-big brother dynamic. Maybe she really is my “Lex Luthor,” after all.

I neglected to post last week’s 2-D Physics scores: 140-133-150-114/128
Not great, but acceptable… especially considering that I had a week off. I just hope that I can pull it together this weekend so that I don’t get completely trounced when ‘s here.

Thanks to for Troy in Fifteen Minutes.
(It’s hysterical, but be warned: There are tons of spoilers in it.)

Thanks to Maddox for pointing this out to me the other day. (If you’re reading this, we need to do coffee again soon.)

The Gods of Arr-Kelaan
I was a late getting into this webcomic, but I like it.

: I still think that Camptown Races would be funnier.

Esquire Magazine’s Brutally Honest Personals. Pure Comedy.

Yeti Sports

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And now, on to face the day.

Namaste.