Resetaholic...

I've always been obsessed with hitting the reset button on things. It seems like such a magical power, to be able to clear away the clutter and wreckage of our mistakes and missteps with the push of a button. Beep! And its all gone to black. Time to start over and watch those pitfalls on the way through this time. But this should be the last time. I'll be able to do it right now. No more having to scratch it all out again.
Oops, looks like a mistake...where'd that button go? Ahh, there you are, my love!

Jason

P.S. I just found out the other day that its possible to be so tired that you get all the way to whimsical...

Meganifty...

I got ahold of some older games the other day, and it was interesting how compelling they still are. People always say that older games were better, but I kind of just shrughed it off as a cliche and as 'Good-Old-Days-itis' . But I'm starting to believe it myself.
I was playing 'Danger Dave', an astonishingly primitive game that could have probably played on the Apple IIC I had when I was like 10, and having a damn good time doing it. This game has no story, no advanced graphics, the sounds it makes are like various pieces of silverware being rubbed against each other and after finishing, my eyes felt like they had retinal burn because of the harsh colors. But I couldn't stop playing, and I was swearing profusely at the trickier moments just like I do with the new cool games.
I'm still can't wait for the Playstation 3 to come out. What a sucker...

Jason }:)

P.S. I think I figured out a way to deduct the cost of constructing a home arcade machine off of my taxes. Ain't America great?

Wackadoodlicious....

I see a land far away. A land where dreams flow in streams, and thoughts breed like locusts. Creation grows swiftly, rising tall to the sun of inspiration. Spirits of fire walk this land, smiting the unwary traveler, driving flames into the flesh. Predators stalk and prey flee, joyfully, for in this dance is life, and all it holds in its grasp. The air glimmers ceaselessly with the sparks of potential, making each breath a fountain of color and light.
Yes... a truly wondrous place. And there is a hole. The hole shouldn't be. The land should heal itself, as it has always done in the past. Yet still it gapes. And grows, if that is the right word for an increasing abscess. Its almost like something gnaws from beneath, hungry, ever hungry. Lean closer, if you would see what lies within...


}:)

Ironicish...

Things have been going a little wonky recently. Examples?

1. I moved into my shiny new apartment, el cheapo w/ heat and hot water and annoying neighbors included. And the for last two days the hot water was turned off.

2. The guy came to hook up the Internet(mucho importante!), the cable, and the phone (which I barely use). And the genius forgot to hook up the phone. Now, I have to wait like a week and a half for a new appointment and I lost the phone number I gave to everyone.

3. My nephew and stepbrother graduated Eighth grade and had a party together. I showed up approximately 24 hours late, having got the dates mixed up.

4. My main job is suddenly going out of its way to screw everyone. They already rewrote our overtime rules, and last I heard they were trying to get out of paying us holiday pay for working the 4th.

All in all, it adds up to one thing. I must sacrifice a chicken tonight for this curse to be lifted!

Jason }:)

P.S. Just kidding about the chicken thing....ignore the large knife in my hand....