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Warning: This portion of my site is very much XM radio. There are swear words and maybe
things you don't want your kids or yourself seeing.
This is the easter egg where I keep smaller easter eggs, and other stuff that doesn't
belong on the site. Eventually, maybe I'll put a real link here. Probably not.
Also, I'm a hobbyist (read: not gainfully employed) computer programmer, and waste a lot
of time making small apps that do things my computer does anyway, but faster and less
annoying (usually with MFC and DirectX; I haven't swam away to the land of
freedom that is Unix and am still living under Bill Gates' iron fist and rolling his
cigars, although I try to keep my Python/Tkinter stuff cross-platform) under the pretense
of "keeping myself sharp". And Windows pretty much has a habit of making everything as
Disnified and annoying as everything else is getting.
Not that I'll ever, you know, actually make the gobs of money
that everyone who can use things like computers or pencil sharpeners is supposed to make.
And that dream of making that bitchin' mod for halflife and getting a job with Valve that,
you know, everyone else has. Yeah. That's worth the time and sacrifice. I'll get that for
sure. I'm a just quit my job and chase that dream tomorrow.
I'm also a closet roleplayer. Not really into the sword and sorcery, hit dice and
magic items stuff; I was always more a Shadowrun and Cyberpunk kid. Which, unfortunately,
makes me the gaming equivelant of those Emo kids that I hate- or would, if it weren't for
the Magic players. Thank you, Collectible Card Gamers. Thank you for making the other nerds
hate you instead of me. And pick my cotton, bitches. At any rate, I can't play D&D. I tried.
Just the other day, in fact. It's just not fun when the GM punishes you when you run into
the burning building to loot the place instead of saving the shopkeeper. I mean, I was gonna
get around to it. But I'm playing a damn Rogue. What's his job? He steals stuff. He knows
how to climb walls and disarm traps and pick pockets so he can get what you have and he
doesn't. Nooooooooo. I'm supposed to disarm traps. I'm supposed to sit around and drink all
your beer and eat all your doritos and waste my entire evening just in case there's a trap
that comes along to justify my existence. So, fuck D&D.
At any rate,
anything I end up writing with my bare hands for Paranoia (of course I play
Paranoia), call of Cthulhu, or any other RPG, I'll put here so you can print it out and grab
it with your
Dorito-stained hands and use it to pull the eight sider you've been sucking on out of your
mouth without making a mess.
I've been there, man.
Me with a mohawk
My friend meets Chuck Norris and lives
The Scope Moron Trial
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