The flavor text in the tutorials is what makes me almost hate it so much, too. I just mash the skip button but it's still not fast enough. Now, Wario is a funny dude, and the writing is cute, but this isn't an RPG so I would love that game a million times more if it was minus all that bs. If you survive though, I think it's worth it. The music editor is really fun to play with. I suck at graphics so need to work on that.

Video games, I love it! I'm reading all my inspirational books right now, so if I come up with any interesting idears, I'll run them past you guys and sees what yous alls thinks. I'm starting to formulate something in my minds, but we'll see.

RE:CON, yeah, that would suck for you to pay for the room if you're not staying there. Poop tax is awesome, only 120% what the rest of us pay.

I'm eating what's turned out to be the world's most blandest pasta. Jesus.

Den/Pet - what airport are you leaving from? I chose Long Beach because it was about $100 bucks cheaper each way flying Jet Blue versus anything form LAX, sheesh.

| Mobile Gaming Unit, Engage!

- I shall be sleeping in the MGU. In the past I have also paid for the room, then been a little beeyatch and slept in the van, pouting all the while. If given the option to NOT pay AND sleep in the van, I would of course choose that. What say you all?

Of course I plan on stopping the toilets, using all the hot water, brewing both coffee and bukkoffee, and still complaining about y'all snoring even though I will never hear it. How about I pay for a night so I have access to the amenities? Call it a Poo Poo and Shower Tax. Can I get a key if I only pay for one night? Oh, and I expect I'll be charging some room service to the poor sap that leaves their credit card. "I want you to charge room 513, but send the food to the white shag wagon parked on the 3rd story of the structure with all the curtains drawn. Just leave it on the ground and walk away, cool?"

- We have almost completed "Purge of Crap: Final Edition" and feel a million times lighter and better about ourselves and our lives. Leaner, meaner, and hippier, fo-sho. We basically expunged a moving van worth of crap that no one wanted to buy over the course of two garage sales. It all had value in the right hands, but we move next Saturday, so to satisfy my life requirements, Mother Nature loses.

- I'm all for video game collaboration, Rudy, if you are looking for any. I have bogged down going through the stupid, lengthy, and overly verbose tutorial with Warioware DIY. I wish there was an option to remove the terrible, terrible flavor text and just get to the point. I would never have let that out of QA if I was the boss. Maybe it was even worse before QA?

- I might die today as I have had coffee and 3 red bulls, FYI.

I'm fine with 1 or 2 rooms. Supposedly I'll get my fucking sleeping machine from the doctors, but I've been waiting over a month for the damn initial sleep study, so who knows. It would be cool if I didn't snore AND scared the shit out of you guys with my post-apoc/vadar/rapist mask. I'm swingle again :( so be forewarned, which ever room I'm in is the "ok with openly masturbating" room.

So I made that CD awhile back and it got put out and that was cool. Now the new goal is to somehow make a video game. This won't be "Current Conflict: Duty of Honor" or something, but I just want to set this goal and kill it. Then the next one after that might be a book or something (whatever fulfills the prophecy.)

There's already semi-official cast shots from the Ice & Fire HBO show on this site:
http://winter-is-coming.net/

I watched the movie Funny People last night and liked it. I had heard it was depressing but it wasn't as much of a downer as I'd thought and I enjoyed it. Started watching Coraline (what am I, a young adult!?) and got bored, but what I saw was nice looking at least. I'm sure if I finish it, it will be good. Oh, have District 9 still which I haven't seen. Started it and it seemed like it would be super depressing so I'm holding off.

"When did milk go from a delicious morning friend to a maniac who punches his way out of my asshole?" -Alec Sulkin

Sounds good to me. And I'll just be a dick and speak for Blackheart without his consent and also approve of the accommodations on his behalf.

Ah, jury duty. Maybe I'll tell you about my experience and the gross miscarriage of justice. Nope did not sell out on my ideals. Not at all.

If we'll be 5 then I say one room. If we might be 6 then I say two. A lot depends on Aeryk's desire to sleep in mobile game unit one. Storage could be a concern if people are bringing a lot of shit.

I'm kinda drunk. I just finished the month long trial and had a few with my fellow jurors. A very interesting and sometimes pretty intense experience. I'll try and post something later!

| Boobla Khan

And so here is the low-down:

DaveDefeat and Ian very likely will not be able to cobble the finances together for this year's annual debauchacon. As a result, our attendee list is as such:

Dr. "Myke Hunt" Futbol
Lord Hass eLzar the Gozarian
P. Ennis "Pump"
P. Realhard
jr0n Peckerwood
8" Inseam Ja-EL
eNron "Deef" Butterflyington III

Of which, Ja-EL has reported he will be sleeping at home and Lord Hass may or may not be sleeping in the love van. eLzar, what say you?

Assuming eLzar is sleeping in the shaggin' wagon, That would leave 5 hotel room guests. If that is the case, I suggest we reserve one room for the duration of the con and pre-con, Thursday night through Monday morning. 4 nights after estimated tax and parking would like be: ($106/night x 4? nights x ~20% est. room tax) + (3? cars x $5/day x 4 days) = $568.80 estimated total cost.

Anyone want to weigh in with their thoughts?

D>M>

"And I have one of the reddest throats the doc has seen." Too much Deep Throat, eh? "Gotta cut back at least for the next week or two." the doc says.

Seriously, that is terrible. I can not remember the last time I had one of those crazy hallucinogenic feverish sicknesses. Probably since college. Pink eye is no good either. Had that once when I was a little tyke. Ewww... Awful timing too with moving and new "jo-job is what?" Did the little Nurgling bring this party home?

On another note, did you see this article? I guess that explains why Fleury was so f'ed up, masochistic and eventually strung out on drugs. Sad.

D>M>

| Boring

Alas, I have conjunctivitis, not Nintendo Nano-Engineered Sickness. The disease/virus that I had missed all growing up, the dreaded pink-eye, is now upon me.

And I have one of the reddest throats the doc has seen.

5 day antibiotics and eye drops (2 each eye, FOUR TIMES A DAY = sux) will fix me right up. Nothing exotic and after I reach this point of misery, I always think how it would have been better to go to the doctor right away.

Of course I also got a TB test for the school district and who knows WHAT they injected me with, so perhaps the crazy nights will continue!

PS I too was playing Wario DIY before my crazy DS game hallucination, so watch out Rudy, just in case. JIC, dude. JIC.

Geez! Naked Lunch.

| Plague, Pestilence, and Evolution

I still like Rudy's fever induced delusions of feeling himself actually evolving into a new form of life, but I thought I would add my past 3 nights experiences to the mix. I have not slept for more than 1.5 hours at a time for the past 5 nights due to my own sickness, Wylie and Leslie being sick, and Heather staying at the house (lucky!) Without further adieu:

Night one: Probably my first night that my fever was really bad so I slept on the couch. I was not only sleeping for myself, but for every short session of sleep I could manage, I would also be converting the couch pillows into to cardboard boxes that were then grouped together into shipping "suites" and would then be used by the Obama Administration to continue to stay in office. If I did not do my part, then Bush could actually win the election mid-term, and a large portion of that failure would be on my shoulders. So, I performed my duty admirably, and woke up every 45 minutes or so to make sure I kept those "suites" coming. Also, I could not simply fall back asleep, I needed to 'earn' the boxes and had to totally rearrange my position, pillow and blanket configurations, otherwise the conversions to cardboard would not be efficient and quality enough for a good contribution to the cause.

Eventually I figured out what was going on, and that my brain was getting the better of me. The only solution was to actually sleep sitting up because as soon as I laid down, even like a 45 degree angle, I slipped right back into Obama Box Country.

Night Two: I had played two games of Small World with Heather right before trying to sleep this night, so of course I had Small World dreams. Essentially, there was another game, much like Small World, but different enough, that I was being challenged to both play, explain the rules, and put away the pieces correctly, which is no small feat because the box insert was one of the most complex pieces of plastic engineering I had ever seen.

In a nutshell, all attempts at sleep were taken over by visions of how I could figure out the rules by comparing them to the SW rules, how they were the same, different, derivative, etc. When I thought I had something figured out, I would attempt to play the game against the invisible non-corporeal opponent that was simply the game itself, when I would fail a compartment in the complex plastic insert would pop out and cause me to wake up with either snot running down my face, or have a coughing fit, or a sinus headache.

This went on of course all night long, until I figured out the rules and became dominant over my opponent, explained them perfectly, and naturally shrunk down to the size of a playing piece so I could explore the architecture of the insert better. Once I was ready to put those pieces away I was awoken by Wylie and it was morning. Alas, I never triumphed over the game while inside my delusion.

Day three: This one is a bit harder to summarize, but I'll do my best. I woke up coughing for some reason but only like one or two coughs, so I tried to go back to sleep. Then I woke up with another two coughs and my eye sort of hurt, so I rubbed it and it was mildly glued shut with eye goop which the DS game I was just playing stuck in there. Wait - had I been playing the DS or sleeping? I got up, checked my eye in the mirror and it was full of little white goop bits, the soft little sleep bits you get in the corner of your eye, but this time they were ON my eyeball and then there was a string of them under my lower lid. I fished them all out with my finger and went back to bed. As I was laying there I realized I was PRETTY sure I had NOT been playing a DS game when my eye started hurting, so I tried a test. I would lie on my back and see if any videogame related stuff happened.

Lo and behold, a HUD sort of popped up. Not a blatant HUD, but a theoretical one that was in my consciousness. The HUD was tracking stats for what I was doing, direction, actions, hit points, etc. I started to get pretty upset with the fact that Nintendo had found a way to take over my brain without my consent. My eye really hurt so I of course decided to wake up every hour and monitor my eye.

At my next hourly wakeup, I checked my eye it was full of goop again. I fished it all out and noticed a long string of the stuff under my lower lid again. Strange. I went back to the couch and figured out that there was something in my eye that my body was trying to reject, but what was it?

My next hourly checkup yielded goop, but less this time. It suddenly became clear - someone, or something, had put in a hair sized nano-machine that activated and connected itself to my ocular nerve and brain stem to monitor and relay all my activities to Nintendo or "The Aliens". They would harvest all my data and use it to either sell more games, or take over the world, depending on who put it there. How could I combat such insidiousness? The only thing I could think of would be to manufacture bad data for them to consume, possibly breaking their plans by being so inconsistent in my thought patterns they would think the nano-machine architecture was broken, scratch the project, and I would do my part to save humanity from either domination or perfectly designed and consumable games.

This basically let to a night of absolute insanity. I don't know how I survived, but essentially I just kept a string of gibberish running through my head at all times that I could and made up stories that never happened to me and changed the layout of my house, names of people, etc. to really confuse the nano-machine.

Needless to say, this did not leave me with a very relaxing, rejuvenating, healthful sleep. I feel like shit today, as I have for the past 5 days. And when I woke up, me left eye was fused shut with goop and my right has mega-crusties all over it.

WTF is wrong with me?