Food poisoning sucks

Why did I eat so much salsa as a snack earlier tonight? I know that too much salsa makes me somewhat ill.

For the next hour or so, I’m in Korea. Seoul/Incheon airport, to be precise.

The first thing I saw when I got off the escalator was a Caribou Coffee kiosk. Globalization!

Pffft, they didn’t have those at the Chosin Reservoir when the Jar Force was encircled there back in '50.

That’s North Korea, JMJ. Please check your facts before posting nonsense to Internet forae, as I always do.

The plural of forum is fora. Or forums. Not forae.

Two groups of fora = forae?

Unless you’re in Australia, in which case it’s Four-Ex.

So we make a foray into the fora?

Although Tim Elhajj
Is not averse to vadge,
He was well-known in the Navy
for ladling man-gravy.

As for Bill Dungsroman,
It’s anus he’s at home in.
While addressing me as ā€œJarsā€
he’s thinking of my arze.

Not to mention Brian Rubin
who’s prone to rectal lubin’.
He might well seek employment
in such bottomless enjoyment.

Libertarian Brett
never made a woman wet.
He and lefty Dawn
really ought to get it on.

So I’m playing Space Ranger 2. I had it when it first came out but for some reason never got into it. Then I lost the play disk. Got it from Steam for five bucks, what the heck.

Anyway I’m playing it again and I piss off some guys in green ships. Everywhere I go they blow me up. Time for a cheat, says I.

I get the money cheat. Use ā€œbigmoneyā€ but nothing happens. Then I use ā€œhugemoneyā€ now I have like 100,000 credits. Cool, now I’ll show those guys.

What’s that on the top of my screen? The word ā€œcheatsā€ in red. I kept looking at that and realized that it would be with me for the rest of the game. Accusing me. Staring at me. JUDGING ME!

So I reloaded an earlier save. No fucking cheats. I’ll do it the right way and suffer.

I AM NOT A CHEATER!

At least not in this game…

Hahahahahahahaha

So glad that I could amuse you Brian. ;-)

A bunch of crows had a big Crow Meeting in a tree in my backyard today. I now understand why groups of crows are called a murder. Terrifying.

Was looking at the box of chocolates the real estate agent gave me for the purchase of my house. It is a nice sized box with the following:

  1. Lower half of foam peanut things
  2. Layered on top is shredded plastic (about 1/4 of the box)
  3. Then the chocolates occupy the rest. Which isn’t much (1/4 of the box roughly).

Real Estate agents… heh, bless em. I’m glad it is better than nothing, but the least they could is forego the packing material and just say ā€œhere, have a small selection of chocolates in an oversized box.ā€

Today (well, in 12 minutes) is my birthday.
Today is also the 1 year anniversary since my brother committed suicide.

I really don’t want to answer the phone today.

Thats pretty crappy Kerzain. But happy on the birthday side, anyway. Do the best that you can.

Seriously? The same day? Jeez. That’s awful.

Had nothing to do with me, hope I didn’t come off that way. I was rather brief. Was mostly about his lifelong unhappiness and problems with alcohol, culminating with a recent breakup right before Christmas, leaving him unable to spend it with his girlfriend of a few years, and her kids.

He lived in another state (away from our parents), and I hadn’t seen him in ten years. He was supposed to fly out the following day and spend Christmas with them.

I hate to sound like I’m looking for a pity party (honestly). I’m just spending Christmas alone this year (wife is out of town till next week), and felt like venting.

No, it didn’t come off the way. But that close to Christmas and on your birthday? What horrible associations you must have with both things now.