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Left 4 Dead

How many kinds of awesome does this sound? Multiplayer cooperative survival horror shooter. That sentence fragment's got me droolin.

Dehydrated

Not enough water and too much damned coffee and I ain't doin nothin about it right now. My lips feel too big and my eyes are crusted but you'd think I'd be takin a drink. But I ain't.

Last time I went into work at this time of the morning a woman got on at Richmond and spent the trip walking the aisle screaming at commuters. Melbourne is a city of devils and men were all out to get her. She'd approach a man, throw her arm up to block out his face and start screaming that he couldn't hurt her. I put on my 'not there' face. She left me alone.

Watching Heroes. Malcolm Mcdowell. Woot.
Is it just me or does he look more like WC Fields as he gets older?

Urgh. I bought a SATA drive, 500 jiggers. And I can't use it yet. My motherboard's got the data points for SATA but not the power cables, and the drive doesn't have the legacy power point to take molex. So I need a dongle. I don't have the dongle or I lost it or something. Dongle. I'll get a dongle on the way home tomorrow. Dongle. Dongle dongle. Until then, five lousy jiggers of space. Dongle.

When I was young the first time I understood the concept of 'scar' was when I got one on my right hand. I was in prep I think. I remember asking someone, my auntie Pauline or Rosaline, they both looked the same back then, and she explained to me what a scar was and that I'd have lots of them when I got older.
She was right. Right over where that first scar is I've now got one shaped like a heart. It's where the panini press fell on my hand a few weeks ago, both scratching and burning me at the same time. It looks like a litle love heart now. When it first happened the skin had deformed and reset like plastic in an area the size of a five cent piece. Then it turned into a seeping sore. Now it's nice.

Another early morning. Had a decent coupla nights lately. I like being nocturnal. I wish I was crepuscular so I could say I was crepuscular, but you don't get everything under the tree. Maybe if this Uni thing doesn't get me anywhere I can get a night job where I'd get paid to be bored.
Sort of sorting myself out. Again. For the hundredth time. Straightening my room, getting my sleeping schedule on track for this week's shifts at the place of work, trying to at least eat something that isn't made to fast food recipes.
And I played through Half Life, Half Life 2 and Half Life 2 Episode 1. They're all great games. Especially in the first one I think there's too many situations where you're left thinking 'What did the level designer want me to do next'. That's personal taste, though. I mean, try and tell Popcap that puzzle games aren't popular. The other thing is that since everything is so tightly scripted, events lead you in straight lines from beginning to end. There are deviations, but only to find extra health and ammo. Again, that's the deal you get with a Half Life game. Seriously, you're too busy fighting soldiers or running from monsters for it to be an issue. It's not like, say, Dungeon Siege where it literally gave me a headache. The game elements, including the same scripting that makes the straight line necessary, make the gameplay so goddamn compelling.
It'll be interesting to see how Episode 2 turns out, where they're apparently trying to create open environments with multiple paths. It might even be enough to get me to buy the game.

Work tomorrow. Sitting here in the dark thinking about goin to bed. I was gunna do so much today but it didn't happen. Tomorrow I'm on the floor for eight and a half hours, which isn't so bad I guess. The new boss is working out okay, although there's a small matter of a broken keyboard that I don't know how to deal with. I can't deny I broke it because that always sounds cagey, but I really didn't dump hot chocolate on the damned thing. Seriously, for once it was like that when I got there.
Then I've got seven and a half on the floor again Thursday then six goddamn days off. I just don't know what I'll do with myself.

Meanwhile, Jakob Nielsen says 'Incredibly popular websites are going to fail because they don't adhere to the rules I made up'. Fucken douche.

I can understand some ideas that conservatives have. I don't really agree with them, but I can see where they could see the benefit of encouraging a free market. I can see how they would think families are a good idea and want to maintain that idea. But sometimes the motherfuckers go too far. What the motherfuck of Christ? Being protected against one mistake killing you equals 'encouraging promiscuity'. Absolutely fucking retarded.

It's late again and I'm drunk again. Stuff continues. It's still stuff and always will be stuff, and shall be stuff again. I've got a new boss at work and he's pretty cool. Anything would be an improvement though. My hand is wounded because I tried to cook it on Wednesday. I didn't cook it properly though. I'll give it another go on Saturday.