neurological dryer lint

i've only been awake for three hours and today already sucks. it's a sitcom-ish feeling that something irritating will happen during everything i try to do today. like someone tied a dollar to a string and just as i'm about to grab it, they've been pulling it away from me. all morning. it's exceedingly difficult to "do everything without complaining or arguing". well that's always tough, and occasionally i'm able to hold back, but it's rare.

thanks to TI, south 75 was closed all morning, and so everyone had to stay on 275 east to get to 71 to go downtown. so that plus two accidents meant that what would normally be a 30 minute drive to work turned into an hour and 20.

got in, checked, and found out that the northwest levy failed. thanks, cheapass old people in the district, i can't wait til you all die. way to screw the younger generations for the hundredth time in a row.

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i think i'm done.

hey, edwin and theresa are getting married this weekend, kicking off another season of weddings.

god of war: still fun (read: i haven't gotten to a really frustrating part and thrown my controller against the wall yet, ninja gaiden style). last night i walzed into a room and saw a cute little green puppy... i thought, hey, look, he's cute, hey boy, good dog, you're so adorHOLYCRAPKILLITKILLITYOU'VEGOTTOKILLIT as it mutated into a huge three-headed cerberus. they're pretty tough to kill - and more and more little puppies continue to pop up while you're fighting it, so you have to take all of them out before they can mutate and you end up fighting a dozen enormous dogs that are spitting lava at you. so my dream of killing puppies in a video game has been realized - a dream i didn't know i had until i played it.

guitar hero: still great. GH2 developers - two words: Jethro Tull. let's make it happen.

playing symphony of destruction in GH brought back some great megadeth memories. i remember back in '94 when my favorite deth album, Youthanasia, was about to come out, and companies were just starting to pay attention to the web, their record company, Capitol, put up the first promo site for an album i'd ever seen. it was excellent - you could download song clips (albeit short ones, they were all .WAV's and i had hard disk space for about four of them), they had a telnet-based IRC-ish chatroom you could hang out in... fairly revolutionary for the time. i tried to find it on the wayback machine, but no love.

anyway. something came to me while thinking about those days... literally all of my favorite all-time albums - Weezer's first, STP's Purple, The Downward Spiral, Bad Religion's Stranger Than Fiction, Youthanasia, and of course Jar Of Flies - they all came out in 1994. so maybe the only reason they're all my favorites is that for one calendar year i was incredibly impressionable and the stuff i listened to a lot sunk in as my favorites. or maybe it was just a banner year.