Okay, so I gotta stop practicing for my charity Sonic Marathon long enough to start packing for a move.

5:42 PM: Let’s make some food and then get this thing started!

5:46 PM: Don’t give up! I can do this!

6:20 PM: Okay, I should probably start now.

6:43 PM: Not sure why that goat attacked me just now but here I am.

6:59 PM: There is visible sign of progress in the kitchen. A service will soon be held for those who were lost.

7:11 PM: I’ve finally stopped crying enough to resuming packing the pots and pans.

7:27 PM: Having one’s nether regions transported to the netherworld is a bit disconcerting at first, but I’m over it now.

7:40 PM: Oh hey, stickers!

7:53 PM: The clouds are beginning to thicken. Pretty annoying that this had to happen inside of my apartment.

7:58 PM: I think I’ve gotten enough scars for the time being. Coffee break!

8:07 PM: Their ghosts still haunt me. I offer the stickers. They weep. I weep.

8:25 PM: I think that’s enough for tonight.

8:57 PM: Yeah, that’s enough for tonight.

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‘Sup NSA?

So the list of keywords that the NSA is monitoring major social media sites for was released and can be found here. So the next logical step is to write a story involving as many of these words as possible which will be underlined. Turns out I’ve already hit one. Here we go!

A couple years ago I was at home on the computer when my roommate came in. With a wave he asked what I was up to. I told him I was drinking a Mudslide while playing a game and waiting for my pork to finish cooking with “Police Cops” by Myles Deck and the Fuzz on the record player. I lamented how earlier my drink had a leak and almost ruined my USB dock in an unfortunate incident. Thankfully that disaster was averted before I got an electric shock or something.

“So what game are you playing?”

“Well, it’s this new MMORPG that had a lot of delays to some malware and DDOS attacks, but I’m glad it’s finally out of the closed beta instead of being cancelled. Probably the first MMORPG I’ve played that wasn’t made by Blizzard.” He cocked an eyebrow. “So they had a number of breaches on their server? Are you sure you should be entrusting an info with a company that has such an cyber security problem regarding their infastructure?” I shrugged. “How can I turn down a game called ‘State of EmergencyDrug wars of the Mexicles Radicals‘? It takes place in some Metro area near the Mexico Border. Its version of the ‘Horde vs Alliance’ are the Law Enforcement Authorities and simply the ‘Gang‘. I rolled a Riot enforcer who started with some nice terror-inspiring SWAT gear.” “Neat! How’s the combat?” “Well, it’s all human-to-human so everyone looks kind of the same. It’s mostly balanced, but after a few shootouts using conventional weapons I feel like suicide bombers could use a nerf. They have a suicide attack that hits like a earthquake with all those explosions they always have. It causes so many deaths when used strategically.”

*Ding!*

“Oh hey, my swine is done! Anyway, as I was saying there’s this Agro Terror formation that my opponents were using . . . ” “Don’t you mean aggro?” “Did I say agro again? I’m a bit woozy. Anyhoo, there was just so much shooting that I can’t quite recall everything that happened during that gunfight, but before I knew it I was killed in like two minutes. It was frustrating. I like it overall. The violence is entertaining even if the plot is thin. So how was your day?”

My roommate sighed as he recounted his day. “I was at this restaurant for a meeting. I almost missed it due to the sleet and snow. Such extreme weather although you probably didn’t see it with your head in your monitor ha ha. Anyhoo I think I might have gotten food poisoning. Either that or I got some sort of infection. Or maybe I just have the flu. Hopefully that’s all it is, although it’s probably influenza or small pox somehow with my luck.” I laughed. “Or you’re bringing H1N1 back! Actually, apparently there’s a H5N1 now?” Rolling his eyes he continued on through my interruption. “Regardless, I’m sick, I failed to say anything smart during the meeting and on the way out I broke my watch on the doorframe.”

Needless to say I spent the rest of the evening making wild guesses at what virus he was carrying. I’m betting E.Coli myself.

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Hey, look at those clouds!

 

So today in Halifax . . .

There was a truck on fire downtown (Photos here.).

Then a suspicious package was called in a short distance away, but when the police checked it out it was just a briefcase (News story here.).

It’s like . . . It’s like Halifax is under attack by terrorists who are really bad at this whole terrorism thing.

Totally an improvement, right?

Totally an improvement, right?