Temperpedic Tempenade

Car = fantastic (even though I have to put air in the tires cause it got cold very suddenly.)

Job = moving along well (reasonably)

And the meat of the thing. - Contrivance.

Cherchez La femme people. I really have less to say about that particular topic than first assumed. The point, however, has pretty much been made.

Real quick: Mirror's edge is fantastic. The first person platforming truly carries the torch lit by Portal. The P.A. crowd is fast to denounce the story mode, but its quick and engaging and (at least to me) genuinely fun. Continuing this theme, Fallout 3 is earthshaking (just don't finish the story mode).

Thus ends the review portion of tonight's missive. I'm going to assume your forgiveness. Deal with it.

News that has me planning a trip to a state I know no one in: In much the same way that NIN is the brainchild of Trent Reznor, Puscifer is the playground of Maynard James Keenan (Tool, APC). Maynard now has an ostensibly Puscifer related store in Arizona. Puscifer merch, locally grown coffee, limited edition memerobilia of Maynard's choosing that is replaced regularly. Basically a mecca towards which people like me can flock (or at least plan a sensible vacation around). Now, If I can manage to find an acceptable reason to go to a desert, I'll be all set.

On an infinately sadder note, today I purcheoused the Wrath of the Lich King expansion for World of Warcraft. Having quit this exostential leach of a game months ago, I was just getting used to having free time. Alas, like all deeply unbalanced addicts, I backslid. Not unforgivable, but very very sad all the same. I absolutely refuse to comment on how much fun the new Hero Class is. REFUSE.

God bless the fermentation process and all it does for us.

PRAISE HOJO ect ect, you know the drill.