Just in case anyone wants to look me up on the Playstation Network, here’s my gamer tag:
Everyone has them. That pile of games or movies or music that you bought and have every intention of playing (or watching or listening) but never get around to it. Your reasons, whatever they may be, are valid (I know mine are) but the pile still exists in spite of them, and in most cases grows.
For me, my pile is populated with games that I’ve started but never finished. Thankfully my movie pile is negligent with only two titles that are purchased but unwatched and I can’t remember the last time I bought a cd so let’s not even go there.
My game pile of shame consists of the following (in no particular order):
Batman: Arkham Asylum
Assassin’s Creed 2
Dragon Age: Origins
Little Big Planet
The sad thing is I can easily think of 5 or so more games that aren’t out yet that will join this list soon enough.
God of War III
Final Fantasy XIII
Star Ocean – The Last Hope
On the bright side, I’m close to 65% done Infamous so that can be crossed off soon. And I’m on the last story level for LBP so that also will be crossed off soon
Now, to incorporate another 8 hours into the day to accomplish that. Heh
So, I’ve shown you mine. How about you show me yours. What does your pile o’ shame consist of?
The things I do at 6 in the morning when I’m trying to get the baby to sleep. Guh. Oh how the mighty have fallen…
Anyways, here is some fluff to amuse yourselves with.
Just d/l’d WordPress for my crackberry and figured I’d test it out and see how useful it is. Here goes.
Hello Everyone, I’d like you to meet Emily Jade, my darling daughter.
She was born at 1.31 am on December 2nd, 2009. She weighed in at 8lb. 3oz. and measured 21 3/4″ long. It was a fairly easy delivery after being induced and mum and baby are healthy and happy (if tired). There are more pics in the Gallery and I’ll add to them when I can.
Obviously my already sporadic and non-existent posting schedule just got worse. Deal with it.
“The Wheel of Time turns and Ages come and go, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth returns again.”
Sound familiar to anyone?
Yeah, I thought so.
If you are at all like me and have read at least one of the twelve books in the series you’ve read that line at least once. What does that line signify? Well it pretty much signifies that yup, even after RJ’s passing the Wheel still turns. A Gathering Storm, the twelfth book in the series was just released a few days ago. Penned by Brandon Sanderson from RJ’s copious notes it looks to be another massive brick of a book. I’ve only got a couple of chapters in so far and as of yet I haven’t been able to detect any real difference in voice between BS and RJ’s writing, though I suspect as we near the end of the book and the parts that RJ wrote prior to his passing we’ll start to see more of BS and less of RJ. Right now though I don’t care. as long as I don’t have to walk the fucking road to Caemlyn again I’ll be fine. So far so good… I’ll keep you posted.
So in a little under a month, the growth that has been hindering Tamara’s sleep will be excised and I will be the proud parent of a new baby wetums doll. Or something along those lines. Yup, that’s right… approximately 30 days from now is when the little squidlet is due and I can’t wait. No clue as to the baby’s gender as of yet, so that’ll be fun. Stuff around here isn’t ready yet at all… sigh! Such is the life of a hectic homeowner I guess.
I’ll post more once the time is nigh and obviously I’ll spam the obligatory newborn baby pics.
Ugh.. next I’ll be corralling you all into watching my home movies of the vacation to butt-fuck, nowhere. Bah!
Anyways, I shall spam more later. In the interim there is laundry to do and boxes to unpacketh. Yay me!
Guh! I hate moving… Well, not really. I love moving but I hate the actual physical labour involved in such a task.
Even a full month after I’ve “moved in” I still find I’m moving stuff and unpacking. god it’s a pain in my arse. One wonders when (or even if) it will ever end.
So Patrick Swayze died tonight and rather than mourn or comment on the loss of an actor that I didn’t really care all that much about, all I could think was “This is what happens when you put Baby in a corner.”
Yup. I’m going to Hell… and I don’t mind one bit.
You ever get the feeling that time, that arbitrary, ephemeral concept just sort of exists to piss us the fuck off?
I mean honestly, if it weren’t for time I’d be happily ensconced in a book without a worry in the work. Or perhaps I’d be scribbling words on a page, forging headlong and onward in the novel in my head. Instead I sit here, Stumbling and typing this trying to wind down from another exhausting day when I could be happily sleeping next to the woman of my dreams…
Actually ya know what… fuck you lot. I’m going to bed. This post can wait.
(But in the interim…. The Trailer for “The Men Who Stare At Goats” is good. Watch it.)