Binky The Rabbit

Lesson.

Federation.

Catching up, about to make food and listen to the radio.

Film.

Hunting. (Job and house)

Pronoun.

Fuck you! I'm off to Dingwall!

I'd wager TF2 is an example of what happens when Endless Tinkering goes wrong. Granted I haven't touched it in 4 years, but even in 2012 (and only after a year of playing it), the amount of content that was locked behind a (vast) paywall made it feel like I wasn't there to capture flags and control territory, but to pimp out my characters either by grinding or giving Valve a disgraceful amount of money. I used to think the Hat obsession was a funny little joke, but it's turned the game into a giant materialist vanity project. All in all, the general attitudes I got from playing TF2 put me off online gaming and I doubt I'll ever really get back into either. That said, I don't hate it, but the charm has long since worn off.

Fellatio.

The first five minutes of Endless Ocean on the Wii.

The Family Party Wii menu music. Gosh, you can really tell it's Nintendo. The bassline's pretty sweet though.

It's nothing special to be honest. A little bit of dizzy, a touch of out-of-body, sorta like watching everything through a TV screen, and a bit numb. I'm sobering up now, but I'd say I had enough to enhance the evening, but not enough to go overboard. Like it was a band night out, and the slight intoxication kept things from becoming boring. If I'd drunk anymore I'd probably stop being aware of my surroundings, which is when things start going downhill for me.

2 Pints won't usually get me drunk. I can never usually be bothered to drink enough to get drunk, but tonight I decided to make the effort and got a little tipsy/merry/loose/happy. If I wanted to get steamin', I'd hit the shots. But I've been down that road enough to stay away.

Which is why I'm iffy about developing AI to the point of self-awareness (if it's possible/probable). It wouldn't be long before a machine kills a human out of self-defense.

Mediocre.

XsxgcLf0TSY Giving myself a nostalgia trip here.

(Describing my night in one word) Tooooooooon. Also, 'Beer'.

Currently in my stomach: 1 Pint Coors Light 1 Bottle Doom Bar 1 Bottle Blue Moon 1 Pint Trooper. And a slice of pizza. Been a long time since I had a night on the toon.

Been a while since I had more than two pints in one night. Wheeee!

Foruming under the influence.

Burnout.

Cholesterol.

It's a long read, but here's a piece about the excitement over Obama, and how it morphed into the disappointment held today by many. I'd extract a bunch of quotes, but it'd make this post excessively long. Another piece about Jon Stewart highlights the general feeling: