RANDOM BABBLING!!!

It just seems like it's been a million years since I wrote anything, so I figure I should just blurt out some stuff...

First of all, September can NOT be over quick enough as far as I'm concerned. This month was annoying. Not horrible - just filled with annoyances.
It seems as though Leigh and I were attending no less than thirty-eight birthday parties a week. What's the deal? How come so many people were born in September?! (yeah, I know... lots of people 'celebrating' on New Year's produces many babies... it's still annoying)

So - HALO 3 came out the other day... I was all prepared... had it on reserve at Target... paid for... locked in... all set. I had just finished BIOSHOCK (quite possibly the most cerebral video game ever... viva la Ayn Rand!) so my appetite was perfectly whet to settle in with the sequel to my favorite game. Oh - and did I happen to mention that I now have a big-screen HD television? It was going to be erotic.

So I get home - put the fucker in... and my XBOX 360 decides to shit all over me and konk out. Oh - not COMPLETELY, mind you... THAT would have been far too simple. It plays OTHER games just fine, and it plays DVDs just fine... IT JUST WON'T FUCKING LOAD HALO 3 FOR SOME GODFORSAKEN REASON!!!!

Yeah yeah yeah, I returned the game figuring it was defective... this, too, would have been FAR too easy. I exchanged the four - yes - FOUR TIMES and still no go.

The only moderately good news is that the 'Box is under warranty - but that means I have to send it in and WAIT for them to repair/replace it... which will, undoubtedly, take a minimum of 4 weeks.

Meanwhile, everyone else in the world is playing HALO 3. I hate everyone else in the world. Go to hell, all of you.

Anyway - as you can tell, this has me extremely grumpy.

I was gonna bitch about other stuff (it's still impossible for me to go to the movies without wanting to murder people) but I gotta get back to work.

Since sex sells, here is a completely random drawing of a girl in a red dress.