*dusts off blog*

Okay, so it's been awhile.

Not that it's imperative that I post on a regular basis, or that it really matters. The short version of my excuse is that I've been ridiculously busy. Even for me!

So originally, I wrote out a blog that was going to be my 100th blog blowout bash superfunhappytimestravaganza! TM I was ready to rip into my own beloved RPGs with all the whinybi*ching that I could manage. The blog was written; I got sidetracked, and came back to a laptop with no power. I had left it unplugged and thus lost it all. Not unlike that crazy game of poker. (Points if you get that reference)

So, what else is there for me to do but spout off the random happenings of my life since February... ish. We will go in order so you can put yourself in the moment. Prepare for an assault of a bunch of very tiny and uninteresting blogs: (remember my life is not all that interesting at the moment)

February 20, 2009

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I tried paying my Comcast bill. They made it very difficult and I cried about it. Later I wrote a blog.

February 29, 2009

Dear Diary,

The weird part about this entry is that this isn't even a leap year, but I'm writing under the date anyways. HA. Take THAT society!

March 3, 2009

Dear Diary,

Work sucks. I do it a lot. It seems like I do very little else. Perhaps I should drink more to numb the pain

MarH 4q, 03984

DERr DIARHeahh!@

BOOOoozwE! Heeeeeeeee ^_^

March 9, 2009

Dear Diary,

I apologize for my last entry and my unwelcome forwardness. I will never touch you like that again... unless you ask first.

March 19, 2009

Dear Diary,

I shouldn't complain about working so much I guess... at the end of the day I'm pretty lucky I have a job.

March 20, 2009

Dear Diary,

GOD****** MOTHER******* WORK SUCKS!!! If I lived on or near a cliff, I would certainly throw myself from it. Or at least someone I could do without.

March 29, 2009

Dear Diary,

I have food poisoning. My whole body is so weak, I can't even move without exerting a tremendous amount of energy.

April 3, 2045

Dear Diary,

I've traveled to the past to warn myself about eating that tuna sandwich. It seems I've miscalculated and I've shown up a few days too late. It is rather amusing to watch my younger self struggle to make it to the bathroom, only to trip and fall halfway and stuff his (mine? our?) head in a bucket and give up. I've taken pictures to show my prostitute turned wife, Elizabeth Hurley. (Things get very bad for her in about 6 years)

April 5, 2009

Dear Diary,

The food poisoning seems to have passed, it must have been pretty bad, I was hallucinating. I could swear I saw myself laughing at my situation while dancing around taking Polaroid's. Man. No more tuna sandwiches for me. On the bright side, I made it downstairs today just in time to see that movie where Elizabeth Hurley is the devil. Man, if she was a prostitute, I would buy her for a LIFETIME baby! Wooo!

April 16, 2009

Dear Diary,

You know, I just realized that outside of work, I don't really know anybody anymore. That is profoundly sad... great now I'm depressed. Thanks a bunch DIARY. Stupid diary. You can't come to my birthday party.

April 27, 2009

Dear Diary,

Stupid Mondays. I hate Mondays. They're a plague.... A weekly death plague. Tuesdays suck too. If I had the power, I would drown Tuesdays in a deluge.

April 28, 2009

Dear Diary,

No work today, as my office has been flooded in a deluge. Apparently I have that kind of power. I'm just as shocked as you are.

April 29, 2009

Dear Ndugu,

I had to go back to work today, but not to my office. No, instead I had to bring my personal laptop in and hang out at a satellite office, in a tiny little room that was not designed to be inhabited for more than maybe 10 minutes at a time, by one person. We have four, with several fans for purposes of air circulation. It's not working, the end of the month is approaching and I have no access to our main servers, and thus none of my reconciliations, spreadsheets, or any other information I need to make April, you know... balance - which means the first part of May will suck as much as the end of April. Oh, Ndugu, you may not understand what is going on here, or maybe you do. I can only imagine as you spend your nights playing the latest version of Pong, or perhaps Space Invaders that you look up into the night sky (I'm assuming there is a hole in your roof) and wonder what it is that I am doing. Well, the answer to that, young Ndugu is : I am getting drunk. Very, very, very drunk.

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Anyhow, you get the gist. Mostly nothing except work and my office flooding.

In gaming news, I picked up Street Fighter IV, which promptly kicked my ass rather mercilessly, I did finally manage to have some fun with it though thanks to a rather severe ass whipping from our own GodModeEnabled. Seriously. We played like 70+ rounds straight, of which I won 30ish, and he won 40ish. It was a marathon that had my thumbs bleeding. Fortunately, I didn't notice as we had also started drinking during this smashathon. Good times.

I grabbed Wolverine for the 360 as well last week, and I have to say, as far as movie games go, this is by far the best. In fact I would argue that it's better than it's movie counterpart in a lot of ways. It's just a fun beat'em up. Not particularly challenging on the 'Normal' mode, and I beat it over the weekend. I may go through it again on the newly unlocked hard mode just for the heck of it while it's still fresh in my mind, I could probably tear through it pretty quickly.

Well, that was all pretty anti-climatic wasn't it?

..... and that's why I don't date. *zing!*

SNIKT.