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The secret word is: virago

God, has it really been that long since I've posted? And to think I wanted to start the blog back up again. You know, take it out of storage, try to clean out the rat feces then eventually giving up and trying to sell it, pretending to not notice the smell whenever a perspective buyer questions me about it...

So anywho.

So much has been happening that it would be pointless and time inefficient to try to expound upon the details of it all, so I tell ya what. I'll say everything that didn't happen:
I didn't slap a moose
Now, some more notable things that did happen: Visited colleges, got owned in Western States, hit level 60 in WoW, got 3rd kyu (b), washed a lot of cars, I hate America West. That's not in any paticular order. I'm leaving it to you to sort out. Like an impossible puzzle that will become the sole obsession of your life as you begin an increasingly rapid descent into madness.

So I'm basically writing right now because I just had a new double size amp, and I'm too energized to write my debate case. Which if I don't have tomorrow morning, I will be on the receiving end of painful death. So I should probably get to work, but because I've only written three rather short paragraphs let's talk about books as a sort of closer/filler.

Now, I just finished reading Catch-22 for English. Firstly Mr. Prather is a jackass and I still don't like him. Secondly, I dislike Catch-22 almost as much. "Why?" You ask in only half simulated aguish. "I loved/adored/bore the children of Catch-22!" It's simple. Catch-22 is reality viewed through the lens of madness and for something so absurd is too damned long. Now I understand that comedy sometimes grows from repetition, but honestly. Fourhundred pages of the same crap over and over. Plus, Heller tried so damn hard to make his point that Catch-22 is only known for it's dark comedy. It is not a paticularly notable book in terms of literature. The characters are flat and unbelievable, the situations are absurd, and while it makes a point, it also makes me want to take my own life for having to read 400 pages of this crap. So yes. There you have it. Catch-22 is 100 pages of goodness, 300 pages of steaming doo-doo (is that hyphenated?).

Now, on to the topic of books that I like. So I was in Barnes and Noble the other week and I noticed that they're hiring. That's something I might have to look into for next semester. I think I could make that employee discount go a long way. Anyways, I bought Brian Greene's new book. Haven't started it yet though. And I ordered a Physics AP study book and Eyes of Silver by Michael Stackpole. Eyes of Silver promises to be interesting. Once again Stackpole is on the mind because his new Age of Discovery book comes out in February! Only four short months away! Super ultra fanboy powers, ACTIVATE!

On things that are not books, and not puppies: DDR: Mario mix supposedly came out on Monday, but according to Samson is nowhere to be found as of yet. I'll have to keep a wary eye upon those store shelves, because at the same time I can detect the siren call of Castlvania: Song of something dark or some shit. And despite being the 7 billionth Castlvania game (earning it the unique distinction of having a sequel for every human being alive, *and* Al Gore) it is supposedly the best of the series, so I think I will be compelled at some point acquire this ~~new~~ game. Especially considering the dearth of quality DS games.

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