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I am shocked by the fact that no one else has yet commented on the fact that we all went to see Star Wars… on opening night. Things go so fast in that movie, I didn’t even notice all the loud fan boys in their Darth Vader costumes.

After everything sunk in, which took over a week, I ended up liking the movie a lot. Some may say, this much. Mind you, their great!

If you have been lucky enough to see the movie, I suggest you stop by VG Cats and take a gander at this week’s comic. You will be wrought with laughter.

I have a new cup. ^_^

Did I ever mention that this site isn’t exactly finished yet? Well, I think it’s something you should know. It is for reasons like this that things like the Chain Gang (on the left) will randomly come and go.

Maybe if my computer would let me access my images directory without crashing, things would be different.

Guess whose back from Texas! Also, guess who found out that they have to go back to Boston in just over a week? I’ll give you a hint, it’s the same person.

Currently, I must admit, I’m still in awe of the sight I saw on the way to Texas – A black old lady pimp in a wheelchair. However, this was not any old lady pimp, her fuzzy red pimp hat was entrenched within gold ribbon the repeated the phrase “I Love Jesus.” Mentally scaring indeed.

Dallas itself did seem to come across as a holy city of sorts. The number of churches was large, as was the number of Jesus fish on the back of cars. There must be balance in everything however. In Dallas, this balance is achieved by inviting people, on their way into the city, to visit strip clubs – via billboard.

Another billboard I spotted read “The weather is starting to get hot.” No, this sign must have been posted long ago, as the weather was hot. As a matter of fact, it was impossible for the weather to get any more hot than it was at that moment. It could get no more hot.

Let me spell this out for you even further. My fist question, when I entered DFW, was “Holy crap it’s hot.” I then proceeded to explain to him that I would soon melt, as if I had fallen into a volcano.

Many of my conversations, like the above, were short. When I got my cab, I told the driver where I needed to go. I then asked “Is it a long way?” He said “Yes.” I said “crap.” This driver really had two main Jobs. Remember where I was going and drive there. The cab driver seemed unable to accomplish either of these two tasks. This makes me grumpy.

I am grumpy and tired of writing; I’ll save some goodness for later.

Awww… Neko! I must have it.

I have resisted the temptation of the PSP! However, I have failed in resisting the lure of the PDA. The lure of the Palm Zire31 to be more specific. The lure that was sitting in a display at Staples to be even more specific. And, if you are interested in a climax of specificity, The Zire21 was out of stock.

Nevertheless, I am more than happy.

I love my PDA. Why? Because I have a crappy memory – and I’m lazy – and I can never calculate tips when eating out. All of these life threatening issues are resolved by this device. Never again will a cab driver tell me to my face that my tips suck… well… I hope.

The day after the purchase, I found myself in Staples once more. The battle plan was to acquire a memory card. Let’s just say that when the fight was over, the day was mine!

I have been working very hard on filling this card with all kinds of good stuff. The FFXI amount of said substance would boggle even the most concrete minds. And the Japanese bits, well, they would drive a person insane.

My life is great! …OH, crap, I have to go to Texas… My life was great!

The most holy of the metaphysical can not be found within the mind, or the body, but here instead.

I am enlightened.

Yesterday marks the third time I have almost been wooed into the tantalizing PSP’s grasp. I very much want something to toy with on my way to Texas. If you are unaware of this device, I suggest you pay this place a visit.

This device is the equivalent of a demon temptress, a siren, or succubus. I very much want it for what it can do with multimedia and the Internet, but all my best judgment fears it. “You are a fool!” Mr. Judgment bellows.

This device may have dead pixels, or sticky buttons! Buttons so sticky, the only logical answer is that the PSP handles itself in an oh-so-naughty way when a person sways from its grasp — for even a second.

My thought on the matter is that I will continue to save up for a laptop. Then, FFXI wherever I go — YEAH!

What’s that you say, I never said anything about Texas before? Well — I’m going to Bush country for a week. You can imagine how ecstatic this makes me. Let’s not talk about it any more.

Last night, while caught up in the Real TV fiasco, I saw a story about a man who was shooting his neighbors dog with pellets.

“We can never forgive him for what he’s done” —Stupid Owners

I see now why Jesus preaches forgiveness. If someone can forgive a person for an event entailing the death of a family member, these people need to go to Hell for not forgiving the fact that their dog was shot with pellets. I mean, come on — the dog didn’t even die!

Also, I found toothpaste smeared my bathroom floor yesterday. Today, mouthwash was found on the floor of the same local. I do believe someone has not yet discovered that better cleaning products do exist for this genre of material.

Gum is not a low calorie food.

From the very bottom of my heart, I have revulsion for ntdll.dll. If I loose access to another one of my directories, full of important files, I will seek this creature out with the sole purpose of placing it’s inners on the — cold — surface of a poker table.

“Satan, I raise your 50, and see you pure loathing,” I will say.