Geek vs Life

Ehh. I can’t come up with something clever about this without it being cheesey. Therefore, [insert cheesey quote here].

California to ban incandescant bulbs.

Back in the day, anthropomorphic personifications were my sole reason to exist. A very early memory in my head is of me walking into the kitchen at my grandparent’s house bawling, and my mother asking what was wrong. “Knight Rider isn’t on!” I cried back. “Why not, honey?” “Because of the following special programming!”

Today, I’m having flashbacks to that portion of my life. I saw this, and wished I had a ton of disposable income. And my old black leather jacket. And a greased mullet.

Playstation 3 Steak Sauce.

Available from Sangatsu Usagi over in Akihabara.

I don’t think the joke will ever get old.

Ok so am I the only one left that sees an army of robots and galaxies exploding at the mention of Cricket?

Apparently so.

Here I was, all excited about getting to blow stuff up, and instead I’m drawn to chugging a Foster’s and yelling at the bloody bowler.

Last year for the annual festival that we’ve grown to love, PAX, we all pulled out our various gaming wangs and compared sizes. Cronotose whipped his out in the line to get in the door. His N-Gage. We stared at it in confusion and befuddlement. Could it be? One of us actually had one of these monstrosities? And worse, why was I oh so tempted to mod it with an external hard drive and a new processor?

We all knew the system was dead. Apparently, we were wrong. It’s a zombie. Instead of revamping the dreaded taco, they’re going to use existing phones and adjust the operations procedures and systems.

Go ahead, Cronotose, laugh at our lack of foresight.