This is great.
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I bought the new Simcity game a few days ago …
and because of the server problems they were having just after launch, EA is giving away a free game. I get to chose between eight different games for my computer and I just cannot decide. I have narrowed it down to Battlefield 3, Dead Space 3, Mass Effect 3, or Medal of Honor: Warfighter. I have checked each of these out on wiki and youtube to see which looks good, but really they all kind of meld together for me. Obviously there are differences in the settings (future vs. modern). If Dead Space or Mass Effect was first person instead of third I would chose one of them. Sci-fi sounds better than modern combat at the moment. I should probably just look at the requirements and get the one that would work best with my machine.
Either way, any suggestions would be great.
Today is my daughters birthday …
It doesn’t seem like she has been part of my life for fourteen years already.
Happy birthday Ilaria!
I just want to go home, crawl in bed, and fall asleep while holding my wife …
Yeah, it’s been that sort of day.
Nor really that bad so far, i just don’t want to be at work right now.
Friday night my wife and I went to the Outback …
First time there. I had prime rib and a sweet potato. Just about the best steak I have ever eaten.
My wife and I were invited to one of her friends house for drinks and board games tonight …
for about the third time that we have been over there, the husband badgered another of the friends there to tell racist jokes. Now let me be clear. I have nothing against racist jokes, and it kind of bothers me that there are people that get bent out of shape over racist jokes … or any jokes in particular. If anyone could think of a good joke about a white male, I would laugh and say good joke. Please, lets look at the lighter side of the shit we call life and just go on. Anyway, I digress. Finally the husband badgers friend enough so he begins telling jokes, which prompts this Russian chick there to start telling jokes too. Which she did the other times I was over there and the joke telling began. Let me be clear, when I heard the jokes thirty years ago, I’m sure I thought they were funny, but the husband (who is in his late twenties or early thirties) is laughing like a fucking hyena—like he has never heard these jokes before. Like they were actually funny. I could tell you them, or even one, but that would be giving them more credence than they were ever worthy of. I like going over there and hanging out, but really? Stupid fucking jokes?
Grow the fuck up please.
I got my ring back from being fixed …
I cannot believe how great it looks.
The jerk i work with has the day off …
Great day so far.
Could this be what it’s like to enjoy working. Well that might be taking it a little too far, but how about enjoying who you work with.
Three hours working on a customers web site …
and I walk away $150 the better.
It is, however, a gift card for The Outback Steakhouse.
Nikki Sixx schilling three dollars off Napa oil changes …
How the mighty have fallen.
Bet he’s not all that excited about the drugs now.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before…
1) Show creative to client
2) Client approves and signs off
3) Creative goes into production
4) Client has amnesia, outrage, and a variety of less-than-wholesome opinions
5) Client exceeds contractually obligated revisions
6) Client refuses to pay, demands project fixed
7) Revert project to original form
8) Client has amnesia, loves it
9) Swear words, freelancer develops a drinking problem
Yep.
palate cleanser time!
anyways, i’ll…uhh…i’ll brb.
I swear to God. If I had tits like hers, I would never leave my house.
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And it bothers me that my wife keeps saying …
It’s just a ring, we could get another one. I fucking love that ring. I love the way it felt on my finger. I love the way it looks. This is going to kill me. And goddamn it, I bet she’ll use it as a “sign”, my wife loves trying to interpret things as “signs” even though they rarely turn out to be anything.
I changed the studded tires off the van …
My wife had said to just take the van in and let the shop do it. Her response of “I told you to just let the shop do it” made me hate her just a little. And when she said that I could just go get another made me think “with the way you have been talking lately, would you?”