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A series of slightly humorous, completely unrelated things that I'd have blogged about over the past few weeks if I had time.

• My desk is now a fortress. I have arranged two monitors, my speakers, my computer's case, a coffee tin, and a lamp in such a manner that my cat is completely unable to get up here and climb all over my keyboard. This took forever, but I think I've finally got it to where it's impenetrable.
  EDIT: Nevermind. Somehow he hurdled the monitor fence. Stupid ninja-cat...
  
• Terra drew me a picture of a fairy riding a unicorn, which is stabbing a care-bear. It is awesome, and is now taped to the side of my PC so I can look at it whenever I'm feeling down.
• I've said it once before but it bears repeating: I have a new PC, and it is glorious.
• Despite a concerted effort, I am utterly unable to convince Windows Media Player that Blind Satellite's "Flight School" is, in fact, not performed by Voices of Masada, and does not belong on the Dark Awakening, Vol. 5 album. Windows Media player continually renames the the song Flight, and claims that it was composed by Leydon, Martin, and Shah. I cannot seem to reorganize it under a different album, no matter how many times I edit or redownload it.
  
• [two witty and poignant cents in on the gay rights/religion debate on Kurtharsis]
• A little while back, I learned how to say "crossdresser" in sign language, when I saw a crossdresser walk past a deaf couple.
• The weather sure has been nice lately
• I met Theo's new lady-friend. She is quite the hip individual. 4.6 Megafonzies.
• I should be studying right now
• I've been going to quite a bit of theater lately. I saw Arabian Nights (awesome) and Winesburg Ohio (also quite awesome) at the KC Rep, but neither holds a candle to Bare, which I saw at the Unicorn. Bare was a rock opera (a real rock opera, nothing like that crapfest from Twisted Pictures) about a gay couple in a catholic high school. Every single moment of this play had me completely enthralled, it was funny, tragic, shocking, and thoughtful in all the right ways at all the right times, and if you don't like it you must be stupid. However, aside from just being good, this play was culture. This was one of those things that you feel like you're somehow improved as a person for having born witness to it.
• Note for the above: The version of Bare that I saw was without any nudity. And this isn't like the time I didn't notice the blue wang in Watchmen, there really weren't any exposed penises. I have confirmed this.
• L4D is qutie entertaining, now that I have a PC that can run it, but the lag I experience makes it border on unplayable. I'll be almost done healing myself, then a half second of lag will make me start all over. Or I'll be the one responsible for holding a particular bottleneck for the rescue, and then suddenly the screen will freeze for a few seconds, and then there's 50 zombies through the window. It doesn't happen often, maybe 2-3 times per play-through, but it's all manner of annoying.
• For the first time ever, I'm seeing how Twitter might have been useful to me at some point.
• I should really be studying now.
• When my PC crashed last month, I lost all my music. We're talking like 6 gigs of music. I now have almost nothing. If I manage to visit STL in the Summer, and I bring my PC, I hope somebody can help me fix that.
• [something clever about this whole pig flu thing]
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  I recently cracked Fallout 3 back open, and played through the Operation: Anchorage expansion. It's basically all combat. One thing I found especially interesting was that when I normally play games like Fallout, I will go out of my way to be the good guy. I will pass on rewards that I really would be better off taking, give up cash that I needed to repair my weapons, and reload a game over and over until I can get through a situation without anybody getting hurt, all for the sake of being the good guy. Long after I've maxed out my "good guy points," and the game has reached a point where it does not recognize my good deeds, I compulsively play light side. Although I think I'm an OK sort, my real-life self is hardly the Last, Best Hope for Humanity, and yet whenever video games present the moral choice, I genuinely feel guilty if I don't act like a total freaking boy scout. But when I played Anchorage, that changed. You see, in the game's storyline, Operation: Anchorage is a matrix-like computer world that you have to enter and defeat for some arbitrary reason. Since none of these people were "real", I didn't mind letting team members die, and even shot one myself at one point. This is utterly absurd. In an imperfect simulation of real life, I am a much nicer guy than I am in reality, but in a perfect simulation of that imperfect simulation, I abandoned my moral compass entirely. The absurdity of this situation astounds, and yet persists.
• In case you didn't hear me the first time, watch There Will Be Brawl right freaking now.

Okay, I think I'm done.