and such and such.
the last several days have consisted of laying/hanging/straddling over various pieces of furniture, staring at the television (now equipped with a handy dandy DTV converter—which, contrary to the impression I just gave, is not very handy dandy. I don’t know, there was just something so magnificent about the way that tele-snow made the image imperfect/unwatchable. I like crap, gosh darnit.), and making various faces of boredom and pain (all involving the protrusion of tongue and emission of animal calls) for no particular reason.
I’ve also caught up with my internets, to the point that i have nothing left to wikipedia.
which is rather depressing.
in a, i have resorted to wading in the crapulance of uncyclopedia and encyclopedia dramatica, filled with the highest of anti-lulz, sort of way.
i went to the DMV this morning, only to find that the line extended past the doors to the parking lot.
which was incredibly exciting.
it ended up moving at a not so excruciating pace, and i eventually received my ID-request form from a bored, spiteful, and oh so regret-filled-at-choosing-this-particular-occupation filipino woman.
.
in other words, she was a bitch.
i waited for a good 45 minutes or so, until i was called (via dystopic television bingo) to desk 28. I talked to a jolly old old man who pronounced my last name correctly, informed me that there was a famous bull fighter with said last name, and wished me a happy early birthday.
i then went to the photo-booth-place-thing, where i signed my signature on a signature machine. (yes, i did just pull off that sentence, dearest reader. yes, i did.)
it was a rather disgusting signature. somewhere between “i’m diseased” and “jethrow, fetch me my fucking hot cakes.” in the spectrum of signatures.
i was then instructed to lay my thumb flat on a phalangic scanner of some sort. so i did. at which point and time booth lady told me to lay it flat.
i said i was, but did it again.
at which point she said, “flat.”
at which point i layed it as flat as i possibly could.
at which point she said, “flat.”
when the machine finally read my thumb print, she mumbled something. I asked her what she had said, and she simply replied “picture!”
so i stood against the backdrop, smiled a little, and she took the picture.
in other words, she was a bitch.
on the technology side (this is, after all, the only reason you all visit. a little birdie told me so).:
i haven’t touched mr. playstation 2 in a while.
but i shall list games that i need to complete, shan’t complete (because they’re shit), and something complete.
NEED TO COMPLETE:
metal gear solid 2
final fantasy x
ico (i’m about an hour into this one, and i have high hopes. why, you oh so eagerly ask? same development team that made
only.
THE.
BEST.
GAME.
EVAR)!
!
2
1
1
!
kingdom hearts (quiet, detractors).
SHAN’T COMPLETE (because they’re shit)
jak II
viewtiful joe
bully
and some other shit, probably.
SOMETHING COMPLETE
oh look.
a walrus.
1 year ago