Long on time but short on topic![]() It's
8pm on the nose as I type this. Long on time but short on topic, I decide to
squeeze in an update whist training my replacement in what appears to be my last
week in Operations. By this time next week I'll be coming at you live and large
in my own cubicle, rockin' a larger paycheck and
even larger responsibilities as an NT Admin. Lord help the network when I get
my hands on it...
I can't wait to get home tonight. According to the UPS site, my copy of Trauma Center for the DS has been delivered and is currently waiting patently at my front door for me. This out of print game was blessed with a second print run for a limited time. Oddly enough that seems to be the norm for Nintendo's newest handheld device. It's as if some of the more unique games never really make their way onto the store shelves before going OOP. With the DS currently owning me, I'm finding it difficult to keep up with the new games being released while at the same time catching up on older classics (I'm talking to you Phoenix Wright). Oddly enough, I'm enjoying my DS Lite much more than I am my 360. Speaking of the DS, my original Kirby cover was accepted by Snackbar-Games.com. With no existing original scan available I had to guess at how the cover spine looked. It's amazing what I waste my time on. I mean, I could be reading a good book, learning a foreign language, or donating my free time to a charity of my choice, but instead I'm playing video games. Can I sink any lower? Posted: Mon - August 14, 2006 at 08:33 PM | |
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I had a dream last night about a dog that was made out of grass. It looked like a cross between a Bull Terrier and Labrador, and it seemed very happy. It had deep expressive eye sockets, but no eyes. It was circling me, wagging its grassy doggy tail and staring up at me with its dark grassy eyeless sockets. Green drool was dripping off its grassy tongue and onto my shoes. Slowly, it began to change color. Splotches of tan spread across its body. The grassy tail stopped wagging. It turned, and the dog made of grass walked through the gate and into my backyard, where it laid down and died. Its green body had turned to the color of wheat. Apparently unable to hold the shape of a dog any longer, it now resembled a small pile of dead grass that was slowly being blown away by the wind.
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