~fastus

So, here I sit, aging. Skin cracks and peels off of the bones like plaster off of ancient walls. The brain machine now reduced to a group of delicate gelatinous bags floating in cerebral ooze. Bones brittle and dry like those found buried in sand. Eyes dry like raisins, while the mouth and tongue secrete a kind of putrid yellow slime, dripping slowly onto the once white apron, now yellowed with age.

Now I has a nice new 22" widescreen LCD, as opposed to my old scratched-up 17" tube of cathode rays +1. So don't you go expecting me to produce any more 1280x1024 walls, I'm either making 1680x1050 (my LCD's native res.) or 1920x1200.

Also, just bought myself a Dreamcast for $15, accompanied by a bunch of what appear to be pirated games. By the way, Quake III is SUPER hard to play with the Dreamcast controller.

"Oh my god, what grim facade do you meet me with in my wakefulness?"