Epoxy

It's my birthday today. My friend took me out to lunch, and then we watched The Prestige. I was massively impressed by the movie, and will be buying it soon. Speaking of movies I need to buy, I saw a director's cut of Dark City at Wal-Mart. I need it. My soul aches to be filled with its glorious radiant awesomeness.

The aforementioned friend and I are sitting on the couch sharing amusing internet finds. She pulled up this blog, (which I started at her insistence,) and harangued me for never updating it. So here I am. Whoopa!

I made a flash drive yesterday. Well, not really. I modified a flash drive yesterday. It as a 500 meg drive, but the plastic outer casing broke off. I took a wad of epoxy and mashed it around the internal components, then took a fake clear plastic ice cube and stuck it in the epoxy, over the little blue indicator light. When the epoxy dried I carved it into a geometric shape and painted it white, then drybrushed blue over it. Now when I plug it in, the ice cube lights up blue. I'm very proud of it.

I usually go to work at 3 AM and go to bed by 6 PM. It's 7:15 now, and I'm getting really tired.

I thoroughly cleaned out my room this week. It's nice to be able to walk in it.

I really like pasta. I think I mentioned that in my last post, but I can't remember. It's been too long. Ginger ale is delicious in small doses, too. I remember several years ago, a friend of mine and I calculated exactly how many square feet of Canada were in every 2 liter bottle of Canada Dry ginger ale. It was an amusing diversion. I don't remember our results, or if we allowed for persistent manufacturing of more soda.

Marinara and Multiple Felonies

A friend convinced me to buy "Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas" for my PC, since it was only $10. I agreed because I love playing the vigilante, and what better place to do it than the scum-clogged streets of a major metropolitan area? It's not as much fun as I thought. Cheating my way to an array of high-powered weapons was fulfilling and satisfying, almost as much as using them to cut a glorious swath through the dank underworld of San Andreas. It went south fast, though. There are only so many corrupt cops, drug dealers, gangsters and mafia goons you can dispatch before the Feds get involved, and being forced to eliminate real lawmen left a sour taste in my mouth. I think my friend will inherit this game.

Those who know me will inform you that I like pasta. Those who know me well will inform you that I really like pasta. One of my favorite dishes is chicken parmigiana with spaghetti marinara. I had it a few weeks ago at a local Italian joint, and I've been craving it ever since. My financial situation prohibits indulgence at this time, so my lust for pasta must go unsated.

Smurfs are neat. They are underappreciated.