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So, every year I make the pledge, and every year I fail miserably and vow never to subject myself to such an endeavor again.  So, what did you expect, really?  You can blame this year's batch of whining on John, who threw down the gauntlet not-so-much in my direction, but close enough to my RSS reader to ensnare me nonetheless.  By all means, join up and add me to your buddy list.  You never know, this could be the year.

In other news we are MOVING. ^_^  Of course, we're moving a sum-total of about 4 blocks down the road, but a little change can make a world of difference.  I'll post pics of the new home once everything finds its place.

immigrant victories and that not so fresh feeling

At this point, I am pleased to announce, my dear mail-order bride has been officially approved to work wherever and however the heck she wants in this fine U. S. of A.  According to a much-welcomed email earlier this afternoon, her temporary work permit is currently being forged deep within the hallowed halls of USICS, and shall arrive in no greater than 30 days.  It is not a green card, exactly, but it serves the most pressing current purpose of one.  Huzzah!

If you are now eagerly awaiting some witty transition into an extremely vivid discussion of yeast infections and feminine hygine, I am sorry to disappoint you.  The icky feeling described above is none other than the greasy moral shame that affixes itself to me whenever I do business with GameStop.   I can't really complain, today... which only makes it worse.  I walked in with 4 games and $5, and walked out with new copies of Resident Evil 4: Wii Edition and Final Fantasy XII: Collector's Edition. (Incidentally, a new copy of FFXII:CE was actually selling for $5 cheaper than a used regular edition with no case.  Good jawb, team.)  Not exactly the latest and greatest of next-gen extravagance, but a couple of games I'd really like to play through, nonetheless.

For my next trick, I'll be attempting to sell off the vast majority of my remaining collection at my mother's annual garage sale.  This is almost a humanitarian act, I think... I went through my fair share of being dragged to garage sales in my youth, and they NEVER had videogames.

durn skibbity

Here is a perfect description of what I imagine it is like to be friends with me.

daylight savings time?

... more like Craplight Crappings Crap.  I've never really had a problem "springing ahead" before, but this year it's been a swift kick to the man baggage.  The alarm went off at my standard 6:45 this morning, it was dark outside, and my body absolutely would not respond to commands.  It's not like I went to bed late, either... it was simply not yet time to wake up.

In other news, someone needs to pass a law against working in a cubicle on a day like today... I'm pretty sure it's already forbidden by the Geneva Conventions.

for fuck's sake, people

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." - FDR

*I debated a little about using this image, as the caption is actually pretty racist.  Taking into consideration the fact that I am way too lazy to edit it myself or find something else, I'm going to go with it being an additional statement on fearmongering, etc...

a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt

For those who might be interested, we finally got our wedding pictures.

i always though sporty was the scarier one

So, generally speaking, I don't do "sports."  I've played them occasionally back in school, and watched them for social reasons... but I've never really found them interesting.  I can't imagine following all of these rich bastards and their stats and scores and yadda yadda yadda.

That said, a friend of mine has wrangled me into some kind of Fantasy NBA shenanigans.  After the break, I present to you an Instant-Messenger commentary of my completely ignorant team selection process. (Warning: Content may be offensive to sports fans and decent human beings.  Content edited for relevance)

a day late and a(several) dollar(s) short

The most unsettling thing about an 8-day vacation without phone or internet is coming back and realizing that the world just kept going right on without you.  Also, you can still be amazingly worn-out after a week of almost complete sloth.

I'm sure there is a lot to tell, but I don't really know where I'd start.  Who wants to read about someone else's vacation, anyway?  I'll be sure to drop a couple of pictures at least, once things are sorted out.  For now, I've got a post-apocalyptic apartment to worry about... not to mention the fact that my dear cubicle is still here warm and waiting for me.

Oh, and I went back to MySpace.  Gorram peer pressure.

best intentions

So, yeah... haven't really been around these parts too much.  It seems that the weeks leading up to a wedding can be sort of busy-like.  Nothing compared to this week, of course...  the slightly-delayed in-laws should be arriving this evening, and it's pretty much chaos thereafter.

If nothing else, I'll be back on October 9th with renewed vigor.  That's the plan, at least.

well, now I feel completely inadequate

I knew that our reception was missing something...