Heiankyo Alien is simply put, the best alien-burying sim I've ever played.

It really is awesome.

200 blawwwg posts! Incredible achievement, and hilarious whenever I re-read some older entries. You know, I'm really a different person from the one I was in 2004. I probably smelled better back then too.

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One of my favorite things about Mega Man 9 is the resurgence of calling various sprites "thingies" or "dudes". You know, if they're shaped like a flower, I'll call them "flower-thingies" or "flower-dudes", or in the case of Mega Man 9 specifically, those "Bastard-sonuva**expletive deleted**-flower-dillholes".

I missed calling all the bad guys that...

It's fun having visitors hanging around your place, acting all cool-like. I guess. Maybe not, but I think it's supposed to be fun. The past six weeks, my couch has been used as a bed for far too many people. Ok, only four different people. But that's a lot.

I'm a nice guy, I really am. I'll make you feel welcome, I'll clean up after you, and I'll let you eat my food and drink my beer if you're a totally cool guy. But dammit, show some respect.

No matter how much I love you, you're always too loud. My landlady gets angry if I'm loud. She'll get mad at me if you're too loud also. See what position I'm in here? You're allowed to read. Heck, I implore you. But if you decide to take a book I'm reading with you into the bathroom as you do your "business", I won't be amused. Am I being anal, here? Maybe. But dammit, I was reading that once sanitary book. I can't help but think this is that episode of Seinfeld all over again. And another thing, don't talk to me in the morning, because mornings are not my happy time. They're my grouchy time, and I'm a grouch in the mornings. But that's not your fault, that's totally my bad.

Also, don't leave the entrance-way door wide open for my discovery at 7 in the morning.

My Mom, my on-again-off-again Swedish girlfriend (I think we're in the off stage again, maybe), my buddy, and my child-hood friend... here's looking at you.

I hate living with people. Thank God my apartment has again gained its freedom.

And thus ends my rant. Oh, I have a car back. Yay.

And now my rant is done.