Things are coming up Beav

Well, my new job is treating me well. I'm tooling around in Access and VB, which is nice, cause I'm actually remember a thing or two about it, and in theory, it's where my training lies. I'm slowly becoming the IT golden boy.

In other news, I predicted that Slient Hill (the movie) wasn't going to suck. And apparently, I'm wrong. I'm kind of interested to see what the hell went wrong. Well, I'll wait for Halo? Maybe?

In other news, the original people who made Star Control 1&2 are trying to make a (real) sequel. There's even a petition. So you can sign it, and it may actually be effective, as opposed to buying a 5$ white piece of rubber in an attempt to "end world poverty" when really all you want to do is look like you are "sensitive" so that you can get down and increase your chances of getting some lovin'.

Today's comic is based on an actual event that happened to yours truly. And I'm spent.

Jobs are the new scanners

Yeah, I have a job now, so I'm not an unemployed bum anymore. I was kind of hoping to drag out this sitting around - acting like a bum think for a bit longer. Hell, I'm even getting a retirement cheque!

So now I'm working the Department of Continuing Education here at Cambridge. It's only been 2 days, but it seems pretty sweet so far. And I don't get treated like a total banana-head. Even though I should. Pays better too.

So sure enough, I'm looking for a sweet computer rig' with all of my bling. That way I can play, um, Planescape in all of its glory. Yupers.

*reeally want Oblivion* *feeling the pain* *why am I denied*

Avoid "Many-as-one"

What can I really say about this comic? Does it not encompass the trill of victory? The agony of defeat?

Probably not.

On a completely unrelated note, I've been playing Planescape: Torment. Yes, it's old. But it'll be a classic for all time. Some say it's the best RPG out there, and with damn good reason.

Most RPG's really don't feel like you are role-playing at all, at least, not in the conventional sense. Most of the time, you are just a collection of stats and abilities, and you go and vanquish. Which isn't all that bad. It can be fun. But it plays more like a strategy game than anything else.

Planescape is different. And it's only one of a handful of games that make you feel that the character you are playing is "real". Someone with motivations, emotions, and above all, a past. The story is also amazing, which doesn't really hurt either.

Rest in peace, Black Isle. I hardly knew ye.

Here they come. You could have stopped this.

The UL almost demanded some form of creative outlet. Doodles, scrawls, comics - something had to be created in order to keep one's sanity.

I suppose this comic was made in response to those who would listen in when I would talk about a night out boozing.

"I just can't imagine you drunk." "We should get you drunk!" They'd say.

Do they know of the torrent that would be unleashed? Nay. They knew nothing of the Beav. Hence the comic.

Cameras are the new Scanners

Well, it's post number 50. I'm no Cibbuano, but that's something.

So anyway, I had big plans for this blog. Big, huge plans. Those plans, however, required a scanner. I managed to score one for free (thanks Mick!), but the device is so ancient that drivers proved impossible to find. None of them seemed to work, and I had to sign up for a number of "services" which will no doubt flood by inbox with porn and Penis Mightier adverts.

But all was not lost. I have a digital camera, and its pretty good. It was a reasonable price too, but then the clerk always tries to sell you "bonus insurance".

"Do you want the extended warranty? You see, we already have a bunch of your money, but we really really like it. So how abouts you give up another 33 pounds!" She probably didn't really say that, but that what I heard.

"No thanks."

"Are you sure? It covers the camera for 3 years!"

"I don't even know where I'm going to be in 3 years."

"Are you sure you don't want it?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

And so on. Annoying, to say the least. But I have a Camera, so I can post stuff like this:



Shelley, my co-worker made this fine piece of art. It was during my WOW binge period, as you have no doubt guessed. I do not have a "I Smell" t-shirt, but I probably should. Turns out there is something about the Library that required it employees to have a creative outlet.

So, did I "create" anything at the UL?

Of course I did.

Not the mack daddy

It was a crazy week. I left the library. So I had a leaving do on that Friday. And it was fun. And there were hugs and presents, as I was reminded of one the things I'm going to miss most about the Library: the people.

And we go "raging". Which as far as I can figure out, means we go to a dance club, dance and drink until I feel too old to continue. And I did.

So I'm wondering about downtown Cambridge, my mind clouded, ready to go home. On some level I realize that if I spend too much time wondering about, I'm gonna wake up being spooned by a hobo. But I'm hungry. And the van of life is there. I order a chili cheese dog (it sounded like a good idea at the time).

I notice 2 young women exiting a cab, and two young men approach them. The conversation went something like this.

"Hello lay-dies"

"Hi"

"Wheers me hot dog?" That was me.

"So ladies"

"Yes?"

"You interested in partying with a couple of A-Level Cambridge students?"

*long pause*

"Um, no thanks we'll hold out for the PhD students."

"BUAHAHAHAHA!" That was also me. I spilled some chili.

"Um.. you ladies are shrewd."