So, my roomies backed out on the idea of the three of us going as the "Kick-Ass" characters. Finding a Big Daddy costume was too much of a pain in the ass. Hit Girl and Kick-Ass costumes are plentiful on the interwebs... but no Big Daddy.

Oh, well. It was a legit idea. But not meant to be.

I've been checking out the Spirit Store website. I think I found a suitable and geeky replacement for my Kick-Ass costume.

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= $170 worth of childhood dreams and geeky aspirations. Yes, yes... I think that will do well. Just don't shave for like... a week before Halloween and the costume will be legit.

Have to go into work today to pick a game up. I hate buying games from the store I work at, cuz that means my boss probably there and is gonna talk to me about work shit. It's like... "Dude, I'm fucking off right now. Hit me up about this shit when your PAYING ME!" Spider-Man: Shattered Dimensions better be fucking worth getting my ear yacked off by my boss.

Otherwise... shits going down... Maybe. Doubtful. Okay, probably not.

What else... what else...?

Nothing. *flee*

Life is cyclical. This is a very simple concept that I am sure is no great surprise to my readers. Like the rest of life, my game nights are similarly cyclical, although far more organized than the rest of life usually is. Tonight I did not have to level up, and the simple reason for that is during the month of September I take on a position in which I am both lauded and reviled. I am in charge of GMing my own campaign, simply titled Dark Space, Dead Heresy. Unfortunately we are even further into my campaign than we are in the other, and in order to save much time, I will only be cataloging the current events of my sessions. However, a character introduction is indeed in order as I am in the opinion that the group dynamic of this campaign is vastly more amusing than in the other. I will touch on this fact as I introduce our rag-tag group. As a special treat, those of you familiar with the Dead Space franchise will find many similarities to be enjoyed here.

First, our PC’s:

Thaddeus—The unluckiest Pysker in the universe. Originally his intended job was nothing more than glorified forklift. However, thanks to what can only be described as a fluke in the universe, his inherent lack of psychic skill is ultimately what saved him from having his head explode by the psychic backlash of entering the doomed ship, the ISC Damascus, upon which our stage has been set. His mind is the worst for wear thus far into the journey, the multitudinous horrors onboard and inherent dangers of tapping into the warp taking a heavy toll on him. Also worth mentioning is Thaddeus’ fixation towards ice-cream sandwiches.

Yeah. Don't'chya wish your door was sexy like mine? Don't'chya?

LISTEN TO THIS SONG AS YOU READ THIS ENTRY:

I just spend some time organizing and personalizing my Firefox, my GMail, Bookmarks, RSS Feeds, and Google Reader.

MY COMPUTER!

Neurotic much?

I also emailed the teachers I wait listed to see if there were any chances of getting classes, one replied that the class is full. I have a feeling that's a first from many that will be saying, 'NATES!'

On the bright side, I have the BOGW in effect, but I think I'll have to file an appeal to see if I can get actual monetary assistance, if not just wait till next semester and get my GPA up.

Oh lord, how I've screwed up. Graduated 2004, and I'm barely going to...'try.'

There. Are. No. Words.

But... maybes some tags?

...for looking so goddamn good!

Literally.

Being that the household members of my apartment are all HUGE Kick-Ass fans (Yes, we all read the comic before it was announced as a movie, blah, blah, blah)... we are going to be Kick-Ass characters for our Halloween party.

Fucking awesome.

I get to be Kick-Ass cuz I'm the scrawny white dude. Hell, this costume will save my money too... cuz when I nerd out at WonderCon (the annual San Francisco comic convention) I can wear the Kick-Ass costume.

One costume, two events. That's being fucking economic. It's a recession mother-fucker. I'm saving money.

Plus, my costume will not be lame, like other Kick-Ass costumes. I'm gonna rip it up and use like... gallons of that fake blood shit that Spirit sells every year during Halloween and make myself look FUCKED-UP, son. I'm talking end of the comic fucked-up. Hair sticking out of rips in the costume, scars and blood coming out of cuts and shit.

Dude. I am stoked. Can you tell? Can you tell I'm stoked. Because I'm stoked.

I. Am. Stoked.

STOKED!

I finished building my new computer from scratch (one of my many excuses as to why I completely forgot Melo) and have been playing StarCraft 2 non-goddamn-stop.

Every moment that is not spent working, sleeping, or eating, is spent queuing into further 1v1 League Matches. I'm only in the Bronze League because I suck at the game... but it's still goddamn addictive. It's like cocaine... on a computer... with little fictional badasses slicing, eating, and shooting the shit out of each-other. if real cocaine was like that... hell, I'd do that shit everyday too.

I won't be pulled away from SC2 until Halo: Reach comes out, I'm sure.

And then I'll have a new damn game to waste my existence on! Shweeeet.

And, of course, once I beat Reach, I'll come crawling back to StarCraft.

Wow. It felt really good to be posting again on Melo. Yay. I missed Melo. :P

Whether you're an experienced Linux user or you're just getting started with open-source software, there are lots of ways to get involved with the Ubuntu community.

I feel like I belong.

Why did they ban the rubber band paper clip launcher from algebra class?

Because it was a weapon of math disruption.

hurrrrr.