I think I should rename my site “Dawn at Night” (get the play on words?) I’ve decided not to fix the laptop. To be honest I don’t think it’s worth it right now, it’s actually been nice reading my e-mail from my phone and not replying because by the time I get to *this* computer, so much spam has fallen into the inbox that everything winds up buried. I think my aloofness makes me cool.
Tonight I wanted to kill the cats. Seriously kill. Strangle, skin and tennis racket them. Both of them. I flipped out when I saw that they went to the bathroom right on the outer edge of the litter box. Between the hairballs, the poor toileting habits and waking me up bright and early with the relentless meow’s and walking under my feet because they want fed. I’m quite fed up. Daily I debate whether or not I want to “accidentally” leave the sliding door ajar. “Ooops, my bad.”
I miss my Betta.
…moving on. The Star Wars Galaxy continues to expand and to be honest, I’m starting to wonder if society is blocked. There *is* such a thing as “too much” and I’m starting to feel that we’ve approached that mark. I’m pretty sure a lot of people felt that a few years ago, but when I start to complain, then you know it’s time for society to come up with new references and find another bandwagon for people jump on.
Star Wars Unleashed on PS2 is the latest game that has me cursing “You damned Imperial bastards… DIE sith maggots DIE!” The camera angles *are* horrible and although the baddies do get increasingly more difficult to defeat…. if you wind up dying, sadly half the bad guys are wiped out and you easily make it to the next part of the game. <-unless I’ve imagined it… I personally like to challenge myself. If my butt winds up getting beat because I’ve come across an ambush that caught me off guard, I’d like to increase and better my game play skills so I can feel triumphant when I move on to the next level. Here’s the scenario: The baddies are wiping the floor with me. My heart is beating a million miles per minute, I’m at the edge of my seat frantically hitting the buttons to toss the saber, use the force to push/hit/throw, lightening attacks et al. I’m cursing Star Wars references and screaming at the screen- I’m completely loving it and losing my voice… I’m caught off guard and I die 
The game puts me back in and the count has gone from 20 to 3. “Where did everyone go???” I quickly and easily kill the three nerf herders and move on with a disappointed sigh. Actually this game has had me giving quite a few disappointed sighs.
LEGO Batman had better make up for the disappointments in the current game (that I can’t divulge without spoiling the game).
I guess I’ll go make peace with the furballs- heh.. I think they sensed my blood cooling down because they’re now coming out of their hiding places and approaching me… slowly… as they should.
