Driving, Delaying, Deciding

Driving for 4 1/2 hours non-stop is taxing. It makes you bored, irritable, prone to accidents and most importantly, prone to thoughts. However, since my trek to Philly was made last night, those thoughts are but severed synaptic connections drowned in the sea of plasticity that is the (my) human brain. I can't for the life of me remember thinking of anything interesting, besides telling Sadie to create a photo manipulation consisting of a mugshot pasted onto a fantasy style background. Fuck, I can't find a good fantasy background. I suck at life. I want a Rat-Thing.

Goddamn Life

It's irritating when things don't work out how you planned they would. I wanted to be with Sadie for the whole week but things such as "obligations" have obstructed my path to her southern abode. Here's hoping the client site gets railed by an icy comet shot from Orion's arrow.

Fallout 3

I am tempted to start a series of blogs where I take on the world from a Wastelander's point of view because dammit, the game deserves such a fan service. Maybe I'll tackle the story of Abraham Washington. It's immaculately crafted and gives you the feeling of such power over your environs and the people you meet and influence. Just gotta watch out for those damnable Radscorpions.

Occultism

I love how occultism gives you the feeling that as you go deeper and deeper you are getting closer to some profound truth when in reality you are chasing your own tail.