Quick entries tonight?

Well, I stayed out past my bedtime, that's for sure, but I was helping someone celebrate a birthday. And out of the whole deal, I got a girl's phone number.

No, not like that, you pervs. She's taken. Which is unfortunate, because I really like the way her mind ticks. It was a lot of fun hanging out with her and eating ice cream on the steps of the graduate library. I'd say something about all the good ones being taken, but that's not true. It just happens that someone else got to them before I did. One of these times I'll Get There First. Even if I have to use the fragging time machine to do it. Anyway, it appears projects are working out well. Other Projects appear to be working out well, too. I should have all the names I need soon, meh, heh, heh...

So while I was out being my nerdy self, trying to be silly enough to be endearing without being a lampshade or underwear-on-head comic, managing to get through the toast, the roast, and the boast without incompetence, to which I toasted friends, roasted Microsoft, and boasted that we'd be the people to grab not just the pot of gold, but the leprechaun, too. It was a good day. Although I'm still staying far past my bedtime, and I have work in the morning to deal with. The channel does make work easier by giving me distractions. This morning was rather interesting, as we went from contraceptives to DOS-based FPS without shifting a whole lot in the gears, nor particularly batting an eye about it. I think I learned more about controlling the populace in the channel this morning than I did in a large part of my sex-ed classes. Just proves that FLEET isn't an empty acronym. (FLEET = FLEET: Leaders in Engineering Everyone's Tomorrow)

Why am I talking so much about them? It's not like I have an InsidiOS project or anything, right? <_< >_>

Mid-week madness.

< _ < > _ > Looks like the coast is clear. Okay, time to let you in on a little secret. Video games aren't going to make the kids violent. In some way, the work in an opposite manner - we frag bits with virtual weaponry and explodey gore, and even if it's other people we're playing against, we gets the aggression out. Keeps us from shooting up your schools, you know. Pure pwnage is satisfying in some ways, because we know what the consequences of rampaging out here in reality are. So kindly STFU about the whole "Ah! Violent games! Training mass murderers, you are!" this, ya n00bs. Instead, turn your attentions where it is needed most - the places where your children are interacting with other human beings. Raise your child and take interest in them, and you'll find out they're more willing to talk to you about things. Might be that the football game is supplanted by the FPS as a male-bonding moment. Wouldn't that be fun? And while we're on the subject of gaming and the next-gen consoles, would it kill developers to implement these kind suggestions into their games? Develop the sadistic A.I. - just leave a setting for me, since I'm not usually that good at video games that aren't RPGs. Ah, yes, and bring back adventure games, please. I had so much fun playing those on my PC. Now, they don't really exist that much.

And while we're on the "irate rants" segment, note this well - Liberals are tolerant. But they won't tolerate idiots. The idea here being that it is perfectly acceptable to be both tolerant of "alternative" lifestyles and such and still want to hammer into the ground anybody who insists on passing their way of life into law. My "tolerance" insists that I ensure that nobody infringes on someone else's ability to live their life the way they want. I can be tolerant of people screaming at them until they're blue in the face about how wrong and sinful and decadent they are (although the mute button will probably be employed), but the minute one of them lifts a finger to infringe on that right, they give me license to breathe down their neck about it, and possibly take the L.A.R.T. out for a spin or two. Whether I do so or not depends on whether I agree with them that the particular behavior should be regulated, relegated, or outlawed. But I still retain the right to say "no", even if I've agreed with them before. Because, after all, when they set their sights on me, I'm going to want to be able to try and dent the skulls of the T.V. audience, just like everyone else tried before me. I'll fail, of course, but I'll have been ideologically sound. For some reason, that line sounds... humorous. Right before the Thought Police break in sort of thing.

Yeah. So maybe to get rid of the anger, I'll play a quick video game. Of course, maybe, just maybe I'm a robot, like all the rest of you, and it really doesn't matter.

Have you ever met someone who can make technology break just by looking at it? (And there are some who can heal it by threatening it.) Well, someone's running experiments to see whether or not they're giving off bad vibes that do it.

For the curious, although, I’m not sure how many people would actually be curious about it - the designations "furry" and "Christian" are in sufficient combinations that they hold a reasonably populated livejournal community. Okay - it's a very well-populated LJ community. Check out the rules and userinfo to learn more about it. I don't know why I'm posting this, as I am neither (currently) of the two objects being combined. But someone else put it on his "WTF? That's just WRONG" list. And it's not the Christian part he was incensed about.

Dunno. These things happen, ya know. Just got to go with it. Of course, there are other times where I just don't see the signs. Hopefully people stay patient with me while I blunder along. I take those kinds of things a bit hard - because I think I should be able to see the signs. It's even more problematic when you don't have the facial cues to go along with the text. Suffice to say, if I ever was thickheaded, I apologize. It happens to me like that. I don't guarantee I won't be just as thick the next time we talk, but I don't want to hurt people just by being a bull in a china shop. (Which, if I wasn't sure it would earn me a frying pan, I would say was my natural state.) I dunno. Maybe I really am on someone's cosmic sitcom. Or drama. Whichever it is, somebody tell me what genre I'm in...