August 2002

Karyn’s ma

Karyn’s made about 8 grand now. Imagine how much she’d make if she had a webcam.


Where have all the ranters gone? Loooong time passing… DD (no, not that DD, another DD) is correct in that had I not been hired by the Evil Empire (East Coast div.) that I was close to hanging up the flamethrower anyway. It had all been said. Note, for example, the total lack of meaningful content on the page you are reading right now.


War! Good god, y’all, what is it GOOD FOR! For a cryptofascist I have surprisingly little opinion on our imminent march on Baghdad. I mean, yes, Saddam Hussein is a bad man. We know he is a bad man because he has a bad man name. “Saddam”. It sounds vaguely like an obscenity a Southern belle sunday school teacher would use when overwrought and under the influence of too much sarsparilla. He also has a bad habit of keeping a large standing army ready to invade his neighbors at a moments notice. (We’d never stand for that!) Not to mention building nuclear weapons and then threaten to use them on their neighbors (We’d NEVER allow that to happen!) As you might have noticed from my snarky parentheticals, the hypocritical nature of it all irritates me. I mean, if we’re going to send the Special Forces in on any crappy little dictatorship that makes life miserable for its constituents and doesn’t allow them the freedom to vote, we’re going to have to start with the District of Columbia. It’s a lot closer. From the Pentagon you could commute to the battlefield!

In my frequently ending effort to break out of my

In my frequently ending effort to break out of my writers’ block, we bring you random bits of nothing in particular.


So I’ve been in Virginia for a year now, and, as I put it this morning, “no, I’m not working at my dream job yet. But, you know, I’m working in the same building as my dream job, and how many people get to do that?” As grenadiers can tell you, it’s all about proximity. But this isn’t about work (what do you want to know about work for? I stare at a database client all day. It’s sort of like my last job, except in that job I spent more time blowing off work updating the LtM site) but about the time spent away from work. You know. Out. And stuff.

I live here. That random speck of suburb is called Oakton. It’s in northern Virginia, a few minutes north of Fairfax and work, and about twenty minutes west of Washington DC. This means that if Tom Clancy is right and the Communists are going to return to power somehow and kill us, that in such an event I would be caught in one of the larger nuclear explosions. (Here I’m showing my age – only old farts like me worry about nuclear war, the rage for paranoids of this generation involve Iraqi anthrax, West Nile virii, and Christina Christian being SO ROBBED.)

It does not mean I actually go out and do more. It does mean I have less of an excuse not to. I mean, come on, they have Ethiopian restaraunts here. Every day I spend on my ass playing Warlords Battlecry II is another day NOT BETTERING MYSELF. I’m bettering Xena my Dark Elven Summoner, but that is not even close to the same thing.

When Robbie, my stepson, was here for the summer he would guilt trip me into taking him places. Now that impetus is gone. Hibernation may be an option, depending on my workplace’s attitude towards telecommuting from warm caves.


RPGVault interviewed my boss. Unlike the usual game industry interviews this one actually talks about the company itself. Where I work. And stuff. Damn, I’m a smooth crafter of phrasing. And stuff.


So you disapproved of Karyn? Well, surely you’ll help hook a brother up, no?

Yes! You too can save Karyn from a life of actually repaying her own debt! Dear god. I also have quite a bit of credit card debt. In fact, I spent most of the past 5 years paying it down (then spending it up) (then paying it down) (then spending it up) (you see the pattern, I take it) (credit card companies love me) (TiVos are down to $400!) (It’ll result in my divorce) (but then I can watch TV more efficiently when depressed and single)

So. I thought HEY! It could work. I mean, I raised money for ONE website that then promptly disappeared in mysterious circumstances after I left. Why not cut out the middle man?

But then I realized. Sadly, I am not a cute, perky, spoiled co-ed from Brooklyn. I am a sarcastic, foul-mouthed, old flabby coder from Arkansas. NOT QUITE THE SAME THING.

Oh, and these guys rox0r the house down.