not really evil, just misunderstood
December 05, 2001, 04:18 pmLately in the office, we've been reenacting scenes from the videogame Typing of the Dead. For those who aren't familiar with this game, it's a typing tutor where zombies and other "evil"* creatures are chasing you and you have to type the words that float on their chest to kill them. So, I start creeping my way towards Chris's desk and she'll type the words on my shirt and I'll flail and moan and die all zombie like on the floor. Then daisy (the dog) will walk over to me and try to lick my hands 'cause she doesn't realize that I'm only pretending to be a zombie and dead.
For those of you who are avid readers of The Onion of Greatness!, and particularly are following their stock market advice where they suggest, Invest in your friends' band. They rock. Just in case you're wondering, you can invest in my band, 'cause we rock. And just because I recently acquired a new guitar doesn't mean it wouldn't be happier with a marshall halfstack.
It's almost scary how much the Emperor in Return of the Jedi resembles my late, maternal Grandmother. When we used to eat Thanksgiving dinner with her, I always expected her to just bust out, "Witness the awesome power of this FULLY OPERATIONAL fruit salad!" I think I'm going to Hell for saying that.
Somewhat related: for a good time, telnet towel.blinkenlights.nl.
Finally, for those about to rock... we salute you!
* To quote jerkface, They're not really evil, just misunderstood