And, as an added bonus, Dana zisforzillah will be making dinner one day this week.
So, for my b-day, I decided to buy myself something nice. These. By the way, Chief Value.com might sound like a shady place to buy from, but these fuckers take this shit seriously. I ordered it on the 12th and got it on the 14th. Speedy fellas. I'd held off for the past few months with playing some of my PC games just till I could get these things. I'm anal about that, I guess. If I can't play a game the way it's meant to be played, then I just won't play it at all. No sense in going through an experience (especially one such as Myst) if you can't enjoy the FULL experience.
Thank you, Dave i_hate_it_here, for the quick little email I got this morning.
Back to Atrox...it was still just as good this year as it was last. New things were added, some had been lost along the way. I miss the 10 ft. tall creepy fuckers, but oh well. The clown room (why the fuck does every one of these things need a clown room...after Killer Clowns From Outer Space, clowns no longer were scary. Now, clown rooms are just annoying) was new. And well, that's all I can say about the clown room. Still....the production values of this place far exceed anything else we have here that I have seen.
If yer near Birmingham, give it a go. I think we're going to try for a second trip.
Anyway, a pretty good birthday all around. It actually snuck up on me and I didn't realize it was today until just before bed last night - I got an email from some forums that I must have joined ages ago and they sent me a birthday greeting. I suddenly thought, "Oh hell...that is tomorrow. I completely forgot."
I forgot my own fucking birthday. So, all you psych people out there...what does that mean...if anything at all? I'm kinda curious.