You don't know the bliss of the bombs!

It's been an interesting few days for me.

First, I came down with what might have been either pink eye or the allergy attack from hell. My doctor wasn't sure, so he gave me some sort of wudereyedrop that supposedly takes care of both. Good times.

Of course, it took me almost three hours to finally see a doctor, after being directed to visit other offices two times. The second time I was given horrendous directions which actually took me in the opposite direction of my intended destination. Hooray for archaic insurance rules!

My friend Jeff got married on Friday, which was awesome. Congratulations to him and his new wife, Nikki!

Saturday served to show me that my girlfriend is the undisputed master of Super Puzzle Fighter II Turbo. To describe her victory as "dominating" would do her an injustice. I was humbled, and slunk away from the PS2 in shame, a shadow of a man. Not satisfied with a crown hewn from the bones of her enemies, she proceeded to obliterate my friend Dan in 35 seconds, and used his teeth to fashion herself a morbid necklace.

Casey secured himself a small victory against her, and we hoisted him up on our shoulders like a hero and paraded him around the house. Such joy was quickly snatched away from us as she proceeded to grind our souls to dust, her stacks of sparkling gems exploding in a cascade of beautiful madness. None left that shower of glittering dust unscathed.

Having remembered the taste of fresh blood, she decided to spend the majority of Sunday "practicing" on Master difficulty, a mode of such horrendous power that merely typing it out makes my nose bleed from strain.

I spent a goodly portion of my day wondering at the level of sheer idiocy at large on XBox Live, at one time being privy to a guild's discussion on how they were using one of their players a gay sex slave. At one point, a player, who was apparently playing while holding an infant, decided to put his mic up to said child's wailing mouth. Such is the caliber of humor available to you while you play your game of choice. I take some small solace in knowing that, should luck favor me, I will be able to knife that annoying son of a bitch in the face.

Sunday also saw the ressurection of the Stoneguard clan, a family of surly dwarves known for their explosive anger and elite dragon-slaying skills. They first surfaced in Neverwinter Nights, and have now reared their collective, beareded heads on the Maelstrom server of World of Warcraft. I have to say, this is the most excited I've been about the game in a long, long time. Dibrom has always had a place close to my heart, and being able to bring him out again fills me with a sort of nerdcore glee that is difficult to describe.

That's all for now. Peace!