How not to get killed on the way to Virginia Tech

Just minutes ago I was in some kind of freak rainstorm on the way to VT.

I’m driving along, maybe 30 miles outside of charlottesville, va when it starts to sprinkle. Over the course of the next 10 seconds that sprinkle turned to a god damned waterfall. I shit you not when I say I could have filled a glass with water just by holding it out the window for a few seconds. Visibility beyond the front of my hood was somewhere between 5 and 10 feet, so I could either stay way back, drive slow and hope to god there was no reason for the guy in front of me to slam on his brakes (or the road curved, I couldn’t see the lines), or do what I did… Tailgate so close the SUV ahead of me blocked most of the rain and rely on my cat-like reflexes to save my ass. Needless to say it was a rather stressful 5 miles before the rain just stopped as suddenly as it had begun. WHOO HOWDY good times…


Had some Kareoke related fun last night, but as with all kareoke related events, booze was involved.  Lots of booze.  When I left at 1:30, I had that vague feeling that I was forgetting something important.  When I awoke in bed an hour before I had to be at work, I realized what it was…  I was only going to get 4 hours of sleep!  Needless to say this morning was a bit rough, but after falling asleep in the shower and almost falling down I was pretty awake.  One good thing about being me is that I can run on 4 hours of sleep no problem, it’s just a bitch getting out of bed.  Once I’m up, I can go all day strong, all day long.

Tangent: I finally got in touch with Hana today at work.  Couldn’t talk long, but she’s supposed to call to hang out this evening.  Looking forward to seeing her again, been a while.

Oh shit, another tangent, but luckily it’s not parallel to the first, so it actually crosses the original story at some point.  I’d draw a diagram, but my brain just shut down from all the stupid in that last sentence.  Where was I?  Oh, right, thanks…  So at the bar last night, I saw "mystery new girl" and "friend man" being very close.  No biggie I thought, but she looks a bit young for him.  Well, not seconds later, they order shots together.  I’m thinking she’s maybe 16, so I pay attention to see how funny it will be when our waitress cards her.  The waitress looks at the ID, hands it back, and walks off to make a drink.  Total fucking mind blow.  I leap from my seat, nearly spilling my beer in the process (blasphemy, I know).  "HOW OLD ARE YOU?!"  The answer: 22.  Now, I’ve seen MNG (mystery new girl) working before, and I’m going to be completely honest…  I thought she was VERY hot and was NOT happy that she looked so young.  I felt dirty.  Now, I’m completely justified in thinking such things and in no way a paedophile.  Fucking Own3D!  /me FTW!

Final tangent: Work today was a bit rough in the morning, but things really panned out when I learned that the google Da Vinci Code Quest contest was giving a Cryptex to the first 10,000 people to finish phase one, and that I finished it a mere 40 minutes after it was released to the public!  Geek, I know, but still, that cryptex is gonna be my favorite thing.  I’m of course in the running for the Grand Prize of OODLES of totally sweet Sony gear (none of it PlayStation related, thank me) and a trip for 4 to X-Treeemo land (a.k.a. Europe).  If I win this shit, I’m going to be elated.

End meaningless rant.


So today I saw Mission Impossible 3 with Travis.  They actually did a really good job on the film and as Travis put it, there wasn’t a lot of cheese.  Props to them.

After the movie, the most amazing thing happened…  We saw this:
Nice Wiener!

Now, this is fucking spectactular.  I’ve never seen one in person, and now I’ve touched it!!!

Travis tried to eat it, but his mouth isn’t big enough…
It looks soooooooo good!

So sad.

It almost violated me, but you’ll have to ask Travis for that picture…  I was busy.

Heading out!

Leaving now for VT…  I may post on the road, depending on how bored I get.  Time to pack now though, so I’m going to make this short.

Lessons learned this week:

  1. My boss likes me ALOT.
  2. I’m getting a raise sooner, rather than later.
  3. My boss likes drunk bowling almost as much as I do.
  4. Choke holds hurt the next day more than when they’re happening.

Yeah, that’s it.

Battlefield 2

Picked up Battlefield 2 for Xbox 360 the other day.  I absolutely love this game.  I played the demo for a solid week before I got it, so I had a bit of an advantage going in against all those other nubs.  I think out of my first five matches, I probobly averaged 50 points per game (that’s a good thing).  My performance dropped pretty quickly after that, however.  I think the match chooser in ranked games sorts by rank, so once I got up to around Master Sergeant, I was playing with people around my skill level and I started to get between 25-35 points.  Still, that’s better than average, so I can’t  complain.  My first 200 kills were with the engineer kit, no exceptions.  I’ve since adapted and can perform fairly well with sniper and assault too.  Still see no reason to have support, and I haven’t given special ops it’s fair share yet.  Yeah, blah.  If you want to play with me, my gamertag is RedKrieg.

Next weekend…

…I’m going to VT to visit my cousin!  I’m thinking maybe kegger, but we’ll see.  Should be a ball!

In related news, fuck The Bamboozle and their fucked up over protective policies.  I can’t fucking stand when a music festival bends over backward to appease the parents of the 14 year old crowd to get them in there.  It ruins good things.