“Back in the Day”, I remember playing countless hours’ worth of B17 Bomber on my old handed-down Intellivision. I was never very good at the game, and since I’d lost all the little plastic inserts for the horrid Intellivision controller, I only had a vague idea of what the controls were. In the end, I had much more fun distorting the in-game voices by half-unplugging the ‘voice-synthesis’ module.

My sad heavy-metal fetish shows itself again: I’m listening to “I Am The Black Wizards” by Emperor. [I don't think they noticed the disagreement between subject and predicate.] Anyway, the song starts out ‘YYYEAAARRGHGHGHGHHHH’. And then there’s some metal solo… then ‘UURGGH…. URRGHH… YEEAAAARRGGHH!’

You’ve just got to love songs that start out with screaming. I mean, what more could you want from a band?

If you exclude, of course, music.

“Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the black hills consist of black souls, souls that already died one thousand deaths. Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed their black art. Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold. Far up in the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot reach. The wizards, my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age will escape my wrath. I travel though time and I return to the future. I gather wisdom now lost. I visit again the eternally ancient caves, before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the mortals “discovering” my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown to me. Once destroyed to feast upon the screaming souls that was destroyed in my future. How many wizards that serve me with evil. I know not. My empires has no limits. From the never ending mountains black, to the bottom lakes. I am the ruler and has been for eternity’s long. My wizards are many, but their essence is mine. Forever there are in the hills in their stone homes of grief. Because I am the spirit of their existence. I am them.”

Stop laughing. I’m sure they took themselves seriously.

Is my Blog HOT or NOT?

Definitely hot, because I follow all the memes.

Beth: YOU HAVE VOTING PRIVS AS A SPONSOR.

Beth: VOTE FOR ME>

Me: OK I WAILL!111

Beth: AER YOUJ sINGEL

Me: HELLO IAM ON TEH INTARNET!11 IAM FROM AOL WHICH ISS ONT EH EINTERWEBNET!1

Me: PLEASE HAEVE SEXES WITH ME!1

Beth: lol…..

Me: so anyway

Me: find me someone to have sexes with

Me: what’s gabe doing?

Beth: YOU CANNOT HAVE SEXES WITH HIM.

Me: I WILL CALL HIM NANCY AND DRESS HIM NICE

Beth: I DON”T CARE.

Me: awww

Even though Doug thinks I need one of these in my apartment, I usually don’t drink plain coffee. How sad.

I hate Macromedia Flash. More precisely, I hate almost every instance of Flash I have ever seen, with the possible exception of Praystion.com. Why this abject loathing of Flash? Advertisements. One of the worst ways to try to sell me something via website advertisements is to plaster thirty swoopy dancing bouncing Flash ads over 80% of a website.

Since my primary browser is Mozilla, I normally block banner-ad servers as a matter of course. [Right-click the banner ad, "block images from this server".] However, since Mozilla is still somewhat retarded, it isn’t possible to block Flash ads from the right-click context menu. Heck, it’s not even possible to find any information about these ads. Even better, Mozilla offers no Plugin preferences in the current versions.

Here’s how to remove the Flash plugin for Mozilla in OSX:

In Finder, open /Library/Internet Plugins/ . Find the ‘Flash’ plugin. Delete it. Cackle with glee when Flash ads no longer appear.

Absolutely gorgeous: pixie-small with big brown eyes, pale complexion, and her black hair tied up in a red kerchief that matched her red lipstick.

“Having a good day?” I asked.

She grinned and rolled her eyes, “Good and bad.” She whispered, “I hate the guy I’m working with.”

I smile sympathetically.

“But today’s my last day, which is fun, but sad in a way.”

“Going to a new job?”

“No, I’m going to college.”

“Really? Georgia Tech?”

She looked down and out and away for a moment. “Actually I’m going to Boston University.”

“I don’t know very much about Boston, except that the traffic sucks.”

Again that brilliant and expressive smile flashed. “Yeah, during orientation the guide told us to be especially careful not to get hit by cars or trains.”

We both laugh, and she hands me my coffee and with the transferral of the plastic cup from her hands to mine, the tiniest of all relationships was over.

“Well… Enjoy your college,” I say.

“Thanks!” she said, and smiled.

I will never see her again, whatever her name is.