Birds of a Feather

posted to Birds of a Feather by Joe (10:41 a.m., December 16, 2009)

In instances where your belongings begin speaking to you, it's best to consult with one experienced in these matters.

So Carwin and I have been experimenting with the much-hyped Google Wave and I must say, it's a swanky little piece of software. We were using it today to toss around my deeply flawed CSS code, which I have been having to learn for work, and it is so maddeningly intriguing. I find myself poring over every little thing like some ancient sorcerer and his arcane text, trying desperately with brow furrowed to make sense of its eldritch ciphers. Hopefully Carwin, a more experienced spell-slinger than I, can take me on as his apprentice.

As far as gaming goes, we haven't had a whole lot of luck at HQ lately. Bobby's XBox seems to have contracted some sort of affliction reminiscent of what Chance has been stricken with, except instead of flesh tearing away from bone, the console seems to believe it's overheating. Since Dr. House only takes human patients, we've had to turn to Superjew for help. In the meantime though, Chance has been bringing his over for us to enjoy the occasional video game repartée, which usually ends up as Bobby and I watching him play through Mass Effect again.

We're all very excited for Mass Effect 2, but I seem rather alone in my lust for the sequel to Batman: Arkham Asylum. I for one was very impressed with Arkham Asylum and would've stayed glued to The Couch if it weren't for the help of my digestive system deciding that if I wouldn't consume food, it would consume my spine. Already people are talking about if Two-Face will be the main villain, if the Riddler will make a return...the very thought of it all makes my venom sacs swell with excitement.

That being said, I'm still pressing on in my search for a 360 of my own (a 360 Arcade is what I'm looking at, but I have yet to compare the prices of one plus its starter package with a full-blown Elite), so that the 362 triad shall be complete. I must warn you, however -- once it is complete and our new tri-headed form comes through that fragile membrane that separates our world from that of XBox Live, you may have only moments to glimpse its radiance before you are obliterated. So I urge you, inscribe this warning into your grimoires of black prophecies so that you may yet survive the encounter. To those foolish enough to do otherwise, you've been warned.

Joe out.

your lifestyle to me seems so tragic