Hey mother, father dreamer.

Just came into possession of three Journey albums, labeled
Time 1
Time 2
Time 3
I'm not certain about the titles, but damn this music is awesome. It inspired me to write an email to my radio friend.

SWEET god greg. why didn't you tell me Journey was so FUCKING AWESME?


thank yo uand goodnight.

I saw invincible last night and while the movie was pretty boring, the music just kicked ass. The film had a lot of emphasis on the color filters used in filming to add a nostalgic feeling to the good ol' 1970s. I wonder if they knew how much their music kicked ass. I also wonder why so much of the music these days sucks so hard.

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The misses and I fired up the old $1.25 for the bus yesterday morning and headed to PAX to see the g33ks, nerds and the Front. Wild eyed and a little nervous, I walked up the first flight of stairs in the convention hall. At the table at the top was none other than McF and his mother. He was very kind and so was his mother (she helped my lady try on shirts until finding one that fit well). I was able to get him to sign a dollar bill, I shook his hand and we were on our way.

Although this was the 3rd PAX and the biggest yet, there was quite a bit of chaos. So very many people were stressed out, Enforcers were indifferent and on the move. There were not enough computers, consoles or vendors to keep everyone occupied. Lines for the consoles were 45 minutes for 30 minutes of game play.

The lines for the games didn't bother me too much, I'm pretty much retired from gaming and I'm certainly not up on the newest games by any stretch. What did bother me was the vendors and the clips for the newest games. The previews for the new games once again didn't show any actual game footage, only cut scenes. As we all know, cutscenes are not the game.
As for the games I actually got to sample, well, I don't remember the names of them. In fact I never got the name of the in the beginning to forget. NVIDIA had a table with 10 or so machines each with a different game, all demonstrating the wonderful powers of their newest cards. However, they didn't have any labels stating the names of either the games or the specific model cards they were running. It could've been a really great chance for people to test out the new cards with the newest games to see if that's what they wanted. But with no information about what was running, it was very difficult to make any decisions.

Vendors were there only to sell. No real discussion of their product, only buzzwords. Plus I didn't win one of the fancy new cards. bleh.

Don't you snap at me, unless you want an angry solid gold dancer on your hands

Heading to SUUSI for a week was a wonderful time, one of the best I can remember in a long time. The last night being quite strange. After dancing for about 20 minutes or so, I was asked to put my shirt back because I was hitting the trigger of several of the teens also dancing. Despite deliberately dancing in the dark corner with my back to the crowd and my eyes closed I somehow threatened the bump and grinding dry humping 15 year olds. I was making them uncomfortable.

After the tweens left at midnight they had no excuse, there are no rules regarding shirts on guys. So I returned to the dance floor with wild abandon and danced twice as hard, sweated thrice as much and cut the rug once more. I danced for 2 hours as much i could. I had to take a few breaks, but did my best to stay in the ring. Several redeeming points included Angel, one of the Teen Staffers, running at me full force and grinding against me. Infront of all her teens to show them what pussies they had become. She has a wonderfully large booty and I felt vindicated when one of their leaders was dry humping me in the middle of them.

I will also commend Meredith for the blood curdling look she gave me when I told her of the situation. She looked at though she would cut whoever had asked me to reclothe. She kicks ass.

Zidane ftw

After finishing my job, we moved in to Mrs. Sandy's mom's house for a week. Where within 3 days returned to the point we were in before we moved out. Her mom, her brother, her and me. The world cup served as a focal point of discussion and sanity for those long sweaty days.

Then to NC which turned out to be a blur. It began with a watermelon full of everclear and endured with a case after case of beer and bars.