I Am Slain!

Turns out my assassin career was doomed to be short lived. I was taken out yesterday afternoon, an embarrassing eight and a half hours after the game had begun. She was so fast...so sneaky. I am spared some degree of shame by the fact that my assassin is amongst the best in the game and has amassed an impressive number of kills in the first couple days of competition. People are around me are being killed...some run down in the open, another killed in his own radio booth, even one assassinated in the middle of high tea.

I guess it was fun while it lasted...sigh...

The Names Can Never Be Unspoken

As of 1:04AM this morning, the chase has begun. The names were given and things are in motion. The great battle of our time has begun and cannot be undone.

They are coming for you.

Every year, one of the charity groups on campus hosts "assassins", a campus-wide game of wits. The goal is to "kill" your randomly chosen target (chosen from the people who signed up) while avoiding your own killer. When you kill someone, you get their target and the game continues until only one person is left. Our weapon is stickers that we have to put on our targets in order to kill them. We are saved from complete insanity (and starvation) by safe zones (your own room, bathrooms, dining hall, class, etc). It's going to be epic.

I was pumped when I signed up before break, but then realized I shouldn't take it too seriously given all the work I have. Then I thought about it. And it started.

Now I'm hooked.

I won't be leaving my room for some time now, not until I go exercise (I figure I'm invincible while running) and dinner. I can't be to careful; I already narrowly avoided an attempt on my life. I've outsmarted her once, but next time she will no doubt be more cunning.

Tonight, I go on the hunt.

The Great Blunt Of The Galaxy

Social conservatives beware, I'm going to talk about marijuana again, specifically about doing it with Gene Roddenberry, who made my hallowed "Top 10 People I'd Like To Smoke Pot With" list.

So why Gene Roddenberry? Well, the obvious answer is that he created Star Trek; the awesome TV series that I adore. I imagine that if I were talk to him normally, the conversation would consist of me gushing about history and techno-jargon while he looked very disappointed and told me I was missing the point. Not so fun. So why not have a discussion while we both believe, really believe, that Vulcans are out there and we'll be seeing them sometime in April, 2063.

A type-2 phaser? free, the Federation doesn't use currency.
Two kilos of dilithium? free, the Federation doesn't use currency.
A Nebula class starship? free, the Federation doesn't use currency.
Watching Gene Roddenberry run around a room, flapping his arms, yelling "I'm the Great Bird of the Galaxy!", and occasionally making phaser noises wit his mouth? Priceless.

Tri...um...color?

I <3 symmetry.

Is There Any Way We Can Call This A Moral Victory? (The Legend Of Zelda: Windwaker episode 2)

Ok, no. Our quest was abandoned. But keep heart, one day we will live-blog something fairly interesting...or nothing. Whatever.

In case you were wondering, I haven't blogged recently because I've been traveling away from the internet. It found me again. I'm back.

Cell Shading? (The Legend of Zelda: Windwaker episode 1)

Here begins the account of young Link, an elf boy certainly destined for greatness...

"My little sister Aryll woke me up this morning. I must've drunk too much because I was sleeping on a random tower in my clothes. Anyways, it's my birthday which means my Grandmother made me wear this silly green clothes, you know, the ones the legends spoke of. They are certainly not my color and they're itchy. At least it's only for one day, right?"

Because we have no life, OSK and I are going to try to beat a good deal of a Zelda game tonight and post each time the other is playing. This means lots of crappy posts in a short time, maybe will a stupid journaly thing too. Enjoy.

What Kind Of Lame Gaurdian Angel Is That?

So I was just staring at my laptop trying to think of something to post because I haven't recently, and failed. It's a common occurrence. Then, I was suddenly taken by the urge to visit an old blog that I abandoned a while ago because of inactivity. First, I went to the wrong site, which featured a post called "Ground Control to Major Tom". Dr. Koopon can attest to how I love saying that whenever I have some manner of head set or radio. Kind of a coincidence, right? Then I went to the correct site, the first post of which was about cinnamon toast crunch, my current-all-time favorite cereal (that recently made a clutch return to the dining hall...I don't know how much longer I could have lasted on golden grahams). Apparently "I am a dork" themed blogs know what I'm thinking.

What does that have to do with guardian angels? I guess when I started writing this last night I saw this as a gift from the blog gods because it gave me something to write about (as if something was watching over my blog). I usually can't remember why I titled drafts the way I did when I come back to them. Oh well, it's a byproduct of the magic (along with birth defects).

Can you believe textEdit doesn't think "themed" is a word? Am I crazy to think it is?

bftsob.