This is what happens when (twisted) inspiration strikes during a pumpkin-carving party.
Month: October 2005
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Just like old times, eh?
Today marked the first time in as long as I can easily remember (which I admit isn’t saying much) that we had to deal, company-wide, with an email-borne attack. I don’t think it was a virus, per se; I suspect it was more along the lines of a phishing scam. Still, I haven’t had to send out one of those “don’t open attachments” emails in quite some time.
Hmm. Now that I think on it? I don’t really miss those days all that much…
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Eclectic, but not necessarily obscure.
Would you say that a listening session during which I go from Duran Duran to Daft Punk to NIN to Peter Gabriel to Limp Bizkit to Spiritfall to Yuki Kajiura back to Duran Duran on the way to Jethro Tull and then Garbage and Rammstein and The Space Brothers and finally landing at a track from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack counts as moderately eclectic?
No? Damn. I’ll have to try harder next time.
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Dodging sniper fire, now?
This is what I get for making the “little grey duck” the national animal of Karelingian Miniscule. Check out one of the positions on the latest issue to come up for my review:
“Banning little grey duck hunting would be the end for centuries of tradition!” wails esteemed aristocrat Dave Washington from atop his steed. “The thrill of the chase, the baying of the hounds, the little grey duck scooting through the undergrowth – it would be a travesty! We provide much needed stimulus to the local tourism, and you can’t deny that little grey ducks are pests – killing farmers’ livestock for example! I propose that little grey duck hunting be encouraged, for the cultural – and economic – benefit of the nation!”
For the record, not once have I killed farmers’ livestock. Honest.
(In case you’re wondering, I took the “less cruel, instantly lethal” position. It’s hard to argue with a girl assembling a trebuchet, you know?)
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Destruction of the Pit of Destruction
Via collision detection, where they had this to say:
One of my favorite parts of early, monster-infested first-person shooters was the names they’d give to the levels. Every time I reached a new level in Quake — “Dimension of the Doomed”, “House of Chthon”, “The Ebon Fortress” — I would quiver with laughter at the I’m-being-ironic-well-maybe-I’m-not aesthetic of John Romero.
I present you the First-Person Shooter Level Name Generator. It provided the title of this entry (because I hate having to do real work, donchaknow), as well as several minutes’ worth of amusement. Enjoy, won’t you?
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Disheartening Ephiphany
Have you ever stopped in your tracks on your way to do something and realize just how many things you normally do that you’ve completely let slip because you’ve been so caught up in dozens of other things that need doing?
Yeah, I had one of those today. I managed to take care of part of one of those long-forgotten things (checking the anti-virus system!) but was pained to realize how many other things I’ve let slip thorugh the cracks. Bad SysAdmin, no donut. Le sigh.
This doesn’t mean I’m not glad it’s the weekend, mind you…