Wednesday – 31 January 2007
I awoke this morning to find Mother Nature’s frozen mocking laughter blanketing the Salt Lake Valley. This was expected. As was an… interesting… morning commute. The monkeys did not let me down. When I got to work, John put forth an interesting assertion. He has classified a sub-genus of road monkey: Summer Monkeys. These are the monkeys who, in good weather, can be found on their cell phones, putting on makeup and generally befouling the roadways with their inability to consider any other creature on the road but themselves. However, these same monkeys curl up into the fetal position and cower in fear when the roads get wet. Or even moist. Hell, let’s go all the way down to “damp.”

I concur with his assessment. I also think that the UCBD should declare hunting season on Summer Monkeys on Utah roadways in the Winter.

So it is written. So shall it be.

Last night was good. After work, I headed to and Chris’ place for our new All Flesh Must Be Eaten/Warhammer 40,000 game. Would that make it “All Flesh Must Be Eaten in Warhammer 40K” or “All Warhammer 40K Flesh Must Be Eaten” or…? I digress. *sigh* It was good. My character did his level best to kick the bucket – bad dice rolls – but, he soldiered on, thanks to a timely sniper shot from ‘s character.

The Scales of Justice
When I got home, I read a little more Back Story, showered and took a trip to Paragon City. The Hand of Nefer-Tem had some unfinished business with the Council of Thorns. One of their leaders, a Madness Mage, and his followers had been studying/experimenting with the methods Kheldians used to merge with – or possess, in some cases – humans, in order to perfect their own methods of possession. Shadowcatcher, a fellow Warshade, had gone missing and was feared to be caught up in this scheme.

I found the Thorns’ lair. Defeated them. Correction: Defeated all of them except for the Mage, a Void Seeker and a guard. They were hiding. It took me at least ten minutes of running and flying around the caverns to find them after everyone else had been dispatched. I expressed my displeasure with bolts of shadowy essence and energy. Perhaps the judgment of Ma’at will show them mercy… for I had none.

Nor did I find Shadowcatcher. But I will.

Pontifications from His Chocolate Holiness

Heaven Is a Place on Earth.
Belinda Carlisle said so.
Heaven is a Halfpipe
OPM said that.
Therefore: Heaven is a Halfpipe on Earth.
Hell is for Children.
Thus has spoken St. Pat of the house of Benatar.
We can assume that Heaven is therefore not a place for children.
Thus, children should not be on a halfpipe.

And thus, the anti X-Games campaign begins…..
Selah.

Amen.

Stray Toasters

  • I received a cryptic message from this morning:

    “Hey guess what, i’m satan again!”

    I can’t fathom how this came to be… but it seems as though he will now provide balance to our family pantheon: If he is the incarnation of all that is evil, he becomes, in my position as Pope, my opposite.

  • A little while ago, Derek shared a story – told to him by his younger brother – him with Eric and me: A “commercial” for the children’s cartoon Arthur was airing on one of the local PBS stations. They were using Blink 182’s Dammit as the background music for the commercial. Derek noted that it didn’t seem to be the most…. appropriate… choice of songs, given some of the lyrics. From there, we somehow connected that train of thought to the Internet. And porn. Which reminded me of The Internet Is for Porn. We watched. We laughed.
  • There is a City of Heroes/Villains-related wiki, it seems: Paragon Wiki
  • The Abandonware Ring – When you just have to find that old-school game.
  • , there has to be an article in this for you: Phallic Logo Awards
  • Oran “Juice” Jones. The Rain. This song, and video, still kill me.
  • Doug came in a little while ago and shared this gem with us:

    There’s a rumour that says if you play a Windows CD backwards, you hear Satanic messages.

    That’s nothing…

    If you play if forward, it installs Windows!

    Ahh, working with geeks at its… um… finest (?).

Namaste.