July 14th, 2004
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Damn chainsaw is glued to the wall
Hurray for getting home at eight [though admittedly six would be far better]. Now I have time to tool around with Photoshop CS and listen to the Maniac Mansion soundtrack via the wonder of NSF files. MM is a quality game that recently received an indie VGA remake, Maniac Mansion is representative of the beautiful things LucasFilm/LucasArts could do before they became the world’s biggest destroyer of quality IP. If I could justify putting the time into it, I would probably make a blog dedicated just to reviewing games, with an emphasis on the period of 1985-1996. However, this is hard to do because a) no one would read it, and b) there are ten buh-fuggin’ million unemployed/high school kids already doing it. The only thing different I could bring is my style and sense of humor. Is it worth it? Come on…_my_ style?
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I’ve been growing vegetables [with limited success] for the past couple of months. Fighting off the perils of excessive heat, scant sunshine and droves of microscopic, hungry vermin is not easy. As a result I have a set of mustard greens that looks like a weedy afterthought in a vacant lot. However, I am not one to be deterred by the appalling lack of skill with which I have brought something into the living world, so I am going to eat some of my scraggly offspring this evening. The peppermint, Myron, is still like a centimeter high– he’s a little slow. I figure though I’ll be able to season one cup of tea on Christmas morning so it’s worth the investment of constant love, sweet-talking and Barry White EPs.
