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Well, while surfing the interwebs for newly uploaded stuff I came across this. As I suspected it was one of these, but I still hate IGN with a burning passion. They almost gave me a heart attack, I mean seriously, as cool as it would be, I don't think you can make games that classic into movies and get away with it. Mario tried that and we all remember how bad that went (if you don't, go here and be sure you prepare your preferred means of suicide to be ready for when the movie is over). Ugh.

But it's okay, everything will be alright. There is still some good, decent, and beautiful stuff left in the world. For example, I was overjoyed to find that one of the Sorian AI I was fighting named its Colossus Fir Bolg. It makes me glad that someone other than me knows things like that. It also named its Monkeylord Shelob... :)

Well, I must admit that as of recent I've been omitting, redacting and otherwise lying to you more often than normal. Life's been getting tougher, but faint rays of hope glint and glimmer through the dark cloudy sky. I've still been on a job hunt, found a few I actually meet the requirements for (no one wants english majors :'(...). But if things work out I'll more than double the average starting salary of an English major right out of college. Keep your fingers crossed!

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Captain's log, supplemental: Well, I'm awake, and I have run out of interesting things to do, so I suppose writing can tide me over for a bit. I found under my pile of papers I call a desk, a box of half full girl-scout cookies, thin mint to be exact, and quickly made them empty. But now, I am getting heartburn, so I'm thinking about getting some tums. I know this train of thought really is not interesting to you, but maybe it will be if I ramble long enough. So here's a deep philosophical question for you, what do you do when...? That's right, it sounds incomplete. The reason for that is, because it is. I have several things I don't want to think about and issues I am avoiding specifically. I think I can sum up my problems with the umbrella term "women." Now although I'm being overly technical, I believe this term encapsulates the basic essence of my problem. So... if I'm not allowed by law to kill one of them, or all of them for that matter, and they seem to choose to insult me in every way at every turn, my only logical recourse being to whine and sob as I cry myself to sleep and write bad internet literature, then what is the proper choice of action for me to take? There is one I trust, but what I trust is that she lies to me. The others smile, some promise to be kind, but in the end I am here alone in the dark. I guess I'll just have to accept that I am either incredibly boring, or a terrible person, or really ugly, or just so cool that they can't but fight over me which is why I always go on dates where they don't show up, because they stalk me and fight each other for me and in the end kill each other off. It would make perfect sense as more often than not they never contact me again (which makes sense as dead people really can't send emails or texts) nor do they go over what they were doing when we were supposed to be meeting (it makes sense that they wouldn't want to show the weakness of admitting to being jumped by crazed David fans). I was thinking that I'd have to give in and accept that I'm a bad person, but I like the thought of being so cool that people fight over me better... yes... Sorry ladies, but if you train real hard, maybe you can be strong enough to make it to more than one date with me. And if you need help, I'd love to teach you some Jiu-Jitsu... I'll be waiting.

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Ahhh, sweet sweet awesome.