After a hectic weekend that saw us playing host to some Orlando folken [confirming that a) our Aero Bed has a small leak, and b) we don't have enough crash space for housing guests for more than a night or two], it was darn nice to spend a quiet evening in front of the interactive blinky things with a beer and just chill.
Yesterday's lessons:
- For all my FPS-fu, I spend an awful lot of time getting my ass handed to me at FarCry.
- Romaine, Virginia Baked Ham, Prosciutto, and Pepper Jack make a damn fine dinner, wrapped in a burrito shell
- K is a quest-game addict. I know, I should have noticed this when she first installed Diablo II and I didn't see her for three weeks. . . but she's borrowing Gauntlet on the Xbox from MBI and kicking butt, mostly.
There's a new iron in the fire, but I ain't jinxing this one by yapping about it yet. Still no word from CO, which is annoying and rude [folks, at least return the call from last Thursday, even if only to say "We're still making a decision," don't leave us hanging without any word one way or the other].
Yesterday's lessons:
- For all my FPS-fu, I spend an awful lot of time getting my ass handed to me at FarCry.
- Romaine, Virginia Baked Ham, Prosciutto, and Pepper Jack make a damn fine dinner, wrapped in a burrito shell
- K is a quest-game addict. I know, I should have noticed this when she first installed Diablo II and I didn't see her for three weeks. . . but she's borrowing Gauntlet on the Xbox from MBI and kicking butt, mostly.
There's a new iron in the fire, but I ain't jinxing this one by yapping about it yet. Still no word from CO, which is annoying and rude [folks, at least return the call from last Thursday, even if only to say "We're still making a decision," don't leave us hanging without any word one way or the other].