Sometimes, I hate living.

And sometimes (far too often, if I were to be honest), I'm a complete and total fucking dick. I don't know why anyone puts up with me. Especially Stephanie.

I'm beyond tired.

Counting down to 7-3-0

Started off the day with a horrific dream involving zombies. And these particular undead weren't the typical movie kind. You know, the not too bright, move rather sluggishly kind? Nope. These folks ran. And on top of that, they were smart (one of them had invented some sort of handheld contraption that shot nails out of it...much like a nail-gun, but different). Which made them fucking creepy as goddamn hell. After much running for my life, the survivors of the neighborhood I was in gathered together. Turns out, I was the oldest still living person for miles.
Which put me in charge of a group of terrified children. Not what I wanted.

The parents of these youngsters began to track us down, and luckily around that time, the alarm went off. [shudder] Freakin' zombies.

After waking up and assuring myself that that particular world was limited to being inside my head, I fell back into a half slumber and had a Buffy dream. (Although since I wasn't sleeping-sleeping, I was not exactly dreaming-dreaming, either) Suffice to say that this Buffy dream is going to be a fanfic someday. Probably the first one I'll really write. It's not particularly good, but it is funny. And I think I'll title it "Counting down to 7-3-0" because it ties in nicely. [grin]

I woke back up in time to shower and eat breakfast, then headed down to work for the training session. It was scheduled for 3 hours, but wound up taking only 2. Everyone who was there agreed that we'd indicate on our time sheets that we'd been there for the 3rd hour, though. Woo-hoo for group fraud!!

On the way home, I was all worried that the odometer would hit the all 1 mark before I had Steph's camera with me. Luckily, it didn't. I got home with 5 miles (exactly!) to go. We decided to go out.


Woohoo!! All 1s!!

Out - we went to Pier One (heh. "one"), and some craft store, and Barnes&Noble wherein I looked at a history of the world book that cost like 90 dollars, but was immensely interesting. I got to wonder why the Australian people seem to be the only ones who never attempted farming. Maybe Lisa's got some insight on that with her books she's been reading. Or perhaps Jupe knows. Or maybe someone else will make something up.

After B&N, we drove to..where'd we go? Oh! The mall. Wherein we ate at Red Robin (meh. It was overpriced. Shoulda gone to Chevy's instead. But at least it was better than Denny's. Note to Denny's: your BLTs are not worth six dollars.) then we walked around for a while, and went into the Sanrio (Hello Kitty) store. And bought more junk. Yippie! We could (and probably need to) use a snow shovel to clear a path through the amount of stuff we've already got, and then we go to a corporation run store and bring more into the house.

For all the talk of Ishmael-ian things we've been doing, we certainly haven't changed our behaviour. Yet.

Now we're home, and I've got work in the morning, and Stephanie needs to load the pic of the mileage so I can edit it in.

And I've still got a billion other things I want to talk about. (Wal-mart, a note that Jess left me a few days ago, religion, my CAST ending [thing is still open, people get your entries in now!!], etc.)

Huh.

So, apparently, there are some 70 sextillion stars in the known universe. That's 70 with 22 zeroes after it.
or
700,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 different stars.

Holy fucking hell.

What else?

I don't know. I was in the mood to blog earlier (we had a very full day) but now that I'm here, I'm really not. I guess that's because it's after midnight and I have to go into work tomorrow (on what would've been one of my days off). Training and all that. Extra money, which is great. If by great I mean totally not really worth it in the long run. You can't take it with you. Or, I guess you can - you know, if you have yourself buried with all your assests.

I was going to respond to gaffer in the "Wal-Mart" thread, and I still might, but since I've not been online all day and not to the WD in nearly 24 hours, I'm sure it's exploded into some ugly mess, as gaffer threads are wont to do.

We got another call from Oregon today. This apartment might be better than the one that requires three times the entire six month lease, but it was hard to tell from the short message she left. I guess we can always call her back. [shrug]

I can't believe that it's already the end of July. That means Saren's birthday is just half a month away. And after that, the holiday-end-of-the-year-blur starts up. Sheesh. Time is funky.

Canker (??) sores are irritating as hell. I should put on the medication and stop bitching about it.

"toady"

Speaking of Wal-mart (I was!! I swear!!), we went there today, and while there I had lotsa stuff to blog about in mind. Religion (at Wal-Mart!?! Surely ye jest, P@!!), the evolution of the word "family" in modern times, and of course, gaffer's thread and my reply. (Guess I'll have to either post it like I said I would, or get around to blogging it here, since I've mentioned it so many times now. [wink])
Um...where was I? Oh! Yes, I had all those blog ideas, and of course, now, I'm blogging about none of them. Oh well. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe threemorrow.

We had a very busy day (as I said before) but I think Stephanie did a much better wrap-up then I could (or will). The homeless men made me consider publishing my homeless blog entry but I guess that, too, will have to wait for another day.

Sheesh. Looking back over this entry it's mostly - "I shouldn't be typing this now, since I'll do it later."

But you still read it. And that's another minute and a half of your life you'll never get back. Ha!

You ever have days where you've got a million bajillion things to say, and absolutely no drive to say them?

Yeah.

Well, ask (and do the work myself) and I shall receive.

I went searching for stuff to add to my "Clutter" section, and found two new additions. The first is the link to blogtv, which is really nothing more than another blogring, but it's got the cute graphic of "snow", so I couldn't resist. Plus, there's only 85 people on it right now, so I feel like I'm getting in on the ground floor.

The second one is one that I doubt many people will use, and it is kinda big so I might remove it eventually...anywhat, it's the Babelfish translator. Simply click on the image of the flag of a particular country and the text of my blog will be translated to that language! Huzzah!!
(I think I might try to learn myself a new language that way. [smile])

I also found a lot of stuff that was Lame-o Patame-o, so of course, I didn't add that. There were also some really nifty looking guestmaps (seems Bravenet doesn't have the monopoly on them) but I like Bravenet's the best. There was one called IndyJunior that costs money, but it was sweet. Oh well.


In other news, mayhem should be banned. He's too fucking hilarious and I'm incredibly jealous of his wit. Luckily, he can't read, so I'm safe in saying this.

I want more junk to put in my blog. Odd, I don't mind accumulating digital garbage, but the stuff in Real Life is bothering me.
Also, it looks like the move is going to be ...well, a move. And as I think everyone knows, MOVING SUCKS!
But, once we get there - YAY!!

Hmm. I still haven't finished the CAST. You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna leave it there, and let people continue to add on to it. And then, in a few weeks' time, I'll gather all of the entries and put it up as a single post along with the ending. Yeah. That'll work.

My belly is bleugahi.

Tonight's Futuremama was brilliant. I totally think someone on the staff has read Ishmael. [grin]
It's a true pity that there's only 2 more new episodes left.

It's coming up on the new Fall Season, so all the TV stations are starting to promote their upcoming shows and the season premieres of the returning favorites. I'm finding myself not really moved. Seems like each year I find less and less on that appeals to me. Eventually, I'll give up on network television altogether. I mean, when I was in my teens, I watched A LOT of television. Now, I still do (but I'm paid to do it). But really, I don't watch that much tv at work. Yeah, I'm supposed to, but Pfft!

Let's see - what else?

Yikes! Saren's birthday is fast approaching. Never enough money, never enough time.

Oh! Also - mileage is currently at 110975.

Miles to go before we sleep. 36, in fact.

We gave away a lot of stuff today. And the house is still cluttered.
How did we accumulate so much junk?

I invite everyone down to rummage through our house. Take whatever you want.

In other news, my legs are incredibly sore, just from jumping for about 3 minutes straight. I'm old.

Hmm. I was going to finish the CAST, but my brain is on limited creativeness right now. Thank you to everyone who's played. I think I'll do more of them in the future. Or, you know, other people could do them too. That way I'd be able to be on the other side. And I could throw in my bits of stories. Yay!

Hmm.

Haw. (heeeeee!!) I'm hmming and hawing. God, I kill me.

Bother. Stupid work.

My newest gimmick.

It's a Continue A STory. (CAST) I'll start a tale, and then you fine P@riots can add on to it. (assuming, of course, that Haloscan is working.) There are some rules, but they're rather easy to abide by.
1) You may add on a section up to 3 times - but you need to have at least two other people put entries between yours.
2) Don't end the story. That's for me to do.


That's it. The story will, no doubt, end up going in some very odd directions, but that's the appeal. Have fun.

And with that, I'll get the story going....


Melody Sacks was dead. At least, her persona was. Seattle, as she was calling herself now, had left Melody behind in the town of Amarillo Texas.
The task of creating a whole new life - on paper only, thus far - had been ardous, but now that she was putting her long-standing plan into action, it was, she had to admit, worth the wait. She had 36,042 dollars (cash), and three different credit cards (all in the name of Seattle White). The driver's license she had informed the world that she resided in Santa Fe, New Mexico. She glanced at her watch: 2:17am. Well, in a matter of a few more hours, she would be living in a small studio apartment there. Several hours from then would be when her parents would notice she was gone, but she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
An REM song came on the radio, and Melody - Seattle, she corrected herself - reached down to turn it up.
It was then that she hit something on the freeway, causing her car to do a 360 degree turn, before stopping. The engine smoking, Seattle did a quick body check (she was okay) and then thought to check on what she'd smacked into...

I remembered the two things I wanted to mention yesterday.

The first was the BIG IMPORTANT NEWS STORY OF THE DAY!! - which was, of course, the fact that the US killed the sons of Saddam Hussein. Erm..yay, I guess.
Everyone else seems to be all excited about it, and I realize that they were very bad people, but the gleeful exubarance of the whole thing leaves a bad taste in my mouth somehow.

The other thing was my idea that eventually, they'll have the internet on contact lenses. That'll be keen.

My brain is in a weird moode (moode?!?!) right now, so forgive me if I jump around a lot. Consider it a peek into the way in which my mind works. You've been warned.

Some things I said earlier:

"The supermarket's floors, instead of being linoleum, should be sand. That way, you could just poop in the aisle, and bury it like a cat, and keep on going." (Steph did not agree.)

"They should have Police Goats." (and really, they should. Police Dogs are all great and all, but imagine how much fear a few Billys would put into the hearts of criminals.)





Some things I did earlier:

[-] Mowed the front lawn. I've not done that in at least a month - and holy fucking shit was that thing foresty. I was (still am) wearing shorts today, so my legs wound up getting all greeny due to the grass I was trudging through. After I finished mowing, I hauled out the weed whacker, and that resulted in further greenness of my legs.
(Well, at least they're not white anymore.)

[-] I did not mow the back yard, because that is going to require chainsaws. Or perhaps Chainsaw. Soupy, do you feel like travelling down to Las Vegas in order to do yardwork for us?

[-] Ate at Rufio's Ha-Ha Grill, which was deliciously delicious. I think I will buy some gift certificates for Jamie for when she gets back to the states.

[-] Went grocery shopping. While there, I did something incredibly stupid (and rather funny - in hindsight). As we were walking down the aisle with the Pepsi 24 packs, Stephanie asked me, "Want or don't want?" Not answering her, I simply grabbed the case by the handle and removed it from the shelf.
At which point, the case tore, and 24 cans of Pepsi fell onto the ground. One of them exploded, spraying Pepsi all over my legs (remember, I'm wearing shorts today?) and the floor.
I know there's some sort of joke in here about the new WB show, Pepsi Smash, but I'm too lazy to make it. (and see, another reason to make the floors sand)

[-] Read some more of My Ishmael. I'm nearly halfway, so I think once I'm done with that I'll move onto something non-Quinn. Maybe I'll work on the WD Book Club at that point.





Some stuff I thought today:

[-] Heee! Squibbons!

[-] Lame-o patame-o! They should've had it get eaten by the MegaSquid.

[-] Dude, *all* life is intelligent.

[-] I'm hungry like the wolf.

[-] I should go back. No...I shouldn't. Well...maybe I should.

[-] Oops! I need to answer that email.

[-] I dunno. Maybe she just doesn't like me anymore.

[-] Pfft! We're totally not moving to *this* apartment.





Etc. (stuff that just didnt' fit into the other categories - in other words, the real blog entry)

I've got a gimmick in mind for my blog...I'll most likely have it started in the next couple of days. There's an unrelated gimmick that my wife came up with, but the details on that one are still foggy. But once they become more clear, I'll be talking about it here (and possibly on the WD in Testing) in order to get more people involved.

I do believe I'm done. But not. I felt that I had a lot more to say, but I can't remember it. I hate that feeling. Oh well.

I'm out like a trout.

heeeheeeheee!!

I'm just giddy. Heee!

Random thoughts:

Happiness is like peeing your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the warmth.

If you came into a room and discovered that everyone who had been in that room had been slaughtered, you'd most likely freak out - probably vomit, maybe faint, definitely increased heartbeat. How would a nonhuman react? Like a dog, or a cat or a monkey? (If the room was full of slaughtered dogs or cats or monkeys, that is)

When I was younger (I'd guess this memory comes from when I was maybe in 5th grade?) our teacher had the class come up with "ways to save the planet". Which is, actually, a pretty good idea. Asking children, that is. Children, for the most part, are going to think differently than adults. And different ways of thought are what we need.
My idea was to make cars that run on garbage, and to have a garbage bag placed onto the exhaust pipes of all vehicles. That way, the bags would fill back up with the "waste" and then be reused. [grin] Sadly, I don't remember what my classmates came up with. Figures. Something from my formative years in school that I should remember, and I can't. [doh2]

The other day (Thursday, the 17th) we had the "training" of the new switcher. Basically, it was simply an introduction to what it's going to be like. Apparently, it will (eventually) be fully automated. A "higher up" from another Sinclair (the company that owns the stations here, plus like 60 others nationwide) came by and (re)assured us that the "rumors" that we'd be replaced by the machines were completely unfounded.
At which point, if I had been gutsy enough to do it, I would have asked, "Then why do it?"
Why are they automating the stations at all? Because they can? To save money? To make our jobs easier? What is the purpose of taking this task that is perfectly able to be done by humans, and instead have it done by computers?

Of course, I kept quiet.

My oldest friend, Jared, called me today. Apparently, he has my cap & gown from when I graduated! I didn't even remember that I had been allowed to keep it, let alone that I still had it. (And, I guess technically, I didn't) He found it stowed away with a lot of his junk from High School. Weird. He'll be giving it back to me in the next couple of days. Yay, I guess.

Hmm. I guess that's all. Man, I need to really work on my conclusions, don't I?

Ugh. My dream last night was weird. All I really recall was watching a movie at a Blockbuster Video on the tv screens. The movie was set on E.T.'s home planet - so every character was one of the E.T. aliens (anyone know what they're called?).
But it was set in a concentration camp. Kind of a combination between E.T. the Extra Terrestrial and Schindler's List.

It's difficult to believe that creatures like E.T. would be cruel to each other like that.

I told all this to Stephanie, and she scoffed and said that E.T. was probably just a child. And that maybe his planet was going through a "children's holocaust" (a deplorable phrase if ever I've heard) so his parents left him on Earth so that he would be spared.

I dislike this version of the movie.

Hmm. I thought I had more to say, but apparently not. Maybe later.

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you will be smited mightily because God likes
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My day so far:

Was woken up around 10 am by a phone call from Oregon. I talked to Apartment Girl (I forget her name) for a while, and in the end it seems their policy is that if we move there without a job, we'll need 3 times the amount of the lease in order to secure the apartment.
She said that she'd mail some information to us, which sounded good to me but I could not remember our home address for the life of me. It was highly embarrasing. I ended up going over to the bookshelf and glancing at the envelope from a card Chandler had sent us in order to spark my memory. Doh.
Oh well. Hopefully we'll get some Oregon based apartment info in a few days.

Oh yeah - funny (sorta) sidenote: Originally Apartment Girl asked for Stephanie. I told her that she was sleeping. At the end of the conversation, when I gave our address, after I said "Las Vegas", Apartment Girl kinda giggled and said, "Well, that explains the 'up all night'" Yup. We're really wild.

I fell asleep again, and had a mild Harry Potter dream. I all I really remember was that it was about the title for Book 6. I guess it's going to be called Harry Potter and the Fall of the Fire ...or something like that. It's definitely got "fall" in the title.

As an aside to this I must say to the Potterverse - "Get out of my dreams....and into my car."

Around 11, I got another phone call. This was from some guy trying to sell me something. Bah. I must remember to use that anti-telemarketer joke. "Why would I want to buy this when I'm going to kill myself as soon as I hang up with you?" [grin]

Sometime around 11:30 there was a knock on the door. It was FedEx, delevering the package that Annika had sent us. Excited, we opened it up...and found another package. I opened that, and discovered a video tape of The Wizard of Oz and a cassette tape. The tape was a mixed tape of "Driving" songs.
The cool thing - if you start the tape after the third roar of the lion at the start of Wizard of Oz, they match up perfectly. =)

The Wizard of Oz is a great movie. Saren had never seen it, so we all watched it today. I dig the fact that there are still parts that make me laugh. (Scarecrow, to the Wiz, after getting his "brains": "How can I ever thank you?"
The Wizard: "Well...you can't.")

After WoO was done, I washed some dishes, while Harper helped dry them. I had Ben Folds playing at the time, and I tried singing along with Still Fighting It, and my voice cracked. Stupid emotional me.

I read some of The Holy (by Daniel Quinn ...[insert blog readers shaking heads in dismay here]) and was, as per usual, floored by some of the things that are totally obvious, but mostly unexamined. Although I must admit that this book is much more ...subversive than his others. (At least so far) The "preaching" (heh. Pun.) is not nearly as loud here as it is in Ishmael or The Story Of B.

I then had to It was then that I decided to go to work. On the way, I popped in Annika's mixed tape. I'm only five songs in, but I like it. A lot. Annika picked some awesome tunes - and they're all (so far) things I've not heard before. Not only that, but they managed to a)make the drive to work seem short and b) distract me from my usual lines of thinking while I'm driving to work. Yay!!

Since I've been at work, nothing "exciting" has happened.

I went ahead and counted how many switches I make during a typical Friday. It's 49. That means that I have to push the "take" button 98 times in 8 hours. If we round that up to 100, and we be extremely generous and say that it takes 3 seconds to do that, that's 300 seconds worth of work. There are also 9 tapes that I need to cue up. If each of those takes a minute (and again, that's being generous), then that makes it 14 minutes of "work" in an eight hour shift. [eyebrow]

Of course, as Stephanie pointed out, the monitoring of the on-air product could be considered work, it's just not an "active" duty.

I guess the only other blog-worthy thing to mention right now is that I saw Metallica's newest video. It's set in San Quentin prison, and it's far too long. It's also far too crappy a song. But the video is interesting in that it seems to point out oh so many flaws in both our prison system, and our society (which, of course, is a prison in it's own way). Of course, I'm probably just projecting. [doh2]

WITHOUT A DOUBT

That was the 8 ball's response. What was the question?

My brain is oatmeal. I'm hot and I cna't think clearly at all. I was going to blog about stuff, I really was. But I just can't seem to get the thoughts coherent.

I found some pretty neat things. The current population of the world is 6.3 billion. I found a clock that updates it by the second. I was really thinking of adding it to my blog, but I couldn't fiugre out how to do it. [frown] But watching the numbers increase is highly hypnotic.

136 people have come into the world in the past minute.

Today being a Thursday, I worked the early shift, whihc means I got to see talk shows that I only watch once a week. I'm still of the opinion that the Jerry Springer show would be equally (if not more) entertaining if all of the "guests" were replaced with chimpanzees.

And John Walsh made me want to hit my head against a wall - repeatedly. His show was about school truancy. The whole hour people spent the time trying to "solve" the "problem" by insisting on more of the same. ("The schools don't have enough security guards making sure the students stay there." AAAAAAARRRRGGGGHH!!) I also noticed that the few times they actually talked to the students, they were rather dismissive of their opinions (not unusual. Our society generally treats children and teenagers as secondary citizens) and that they, of course, didn't offer them any solution of not going to school. ("We must make sure that our children are educated.")
The other thing that ticked me off was John Walsh's "fact" that increased truancy has a direct link to juvenile deliquency and/or crime. Where's the proof of this?
And actually, the proof is going to be flawed. If you've been truant, and you get into trouble with the law, of course they'll have a record of it. But if you're truant and stay out of trouble, that doesn't go into the database.

I was going to make an entry about religion (cuz it's been a while), but it'll have to wait. I'm too tired to do it justice.
I was als ogoing to ramble 'bout population growth (as you can see, I started to) but I'm not feeling up to that either.

We'll see what tomorrow brings.

You can't handle the truth!!!

(That's the MP3 that's running right now. Jack's speech from A Few Good Men)

I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. Earlier tonight, my boss called. Apparently tomorrow is when we're starting to train on the new switcher for the new building. At 3:30. So, after I get off work, I've got to go drive down to the new building and spend anywhere from 1 to 2 hours being trained. Not fun.

Well, the training itself might be fun (depending on your definition) but the fact taht I've got to spend extra time away from my family doesn't exactly fill me with a warm feeling.

And not to mention that tomorrow is a THursday - which means UTP@ will be making an apperance. In fact, it's nearing midnight now, I should be asleep - if I were asleep, I would be - but nope. I'm up and blogging nonsense. [doh2]

Saren won the 'war' game (heh. War Games. "Would you care to play some tic-tac-toe?") earlier. I was close, but not close enough. Isn't that how the losers' histories always go, though?

I have a book picked out for the WD BOok club. Now, as long as I don't criticize myself to death over it before I make the post, we'll be ready to roll in a little while.

I can't believe it's not even been 2 years since 9/11/01. Weird.

I don't know why I just hought of that.

"Without you everything just falls apart." ~ nin, Perfect Drug
Yay for songs that remind me of Stephanie.

I'm slipping itno UTP@ mode, I can already tell. I should be sleeping, but I feel taht if I log off, I'll be missing somethign vital. I should keep Strong Bad's words of wisdom in mind; "Just remember, the Internet is a place where nothing ever happens."

Oh, hey! Bally, if you're reading this - dont' forget to sign my Guest Map. I don't have any British representatives yet. Bloody hell! [grin]

Steph already made mention of it, but I feel it bears rrepeating on my site - the other day she contacteda bunch of apartments (boa??) in Oregon and asked them about their policies of moving there w/o a job. Several have gotten back to us (more or less good news, if you're wondering) but the fact that they're calling and emailing really makes it that much more real. Yay!!

Okay, I've got to wake up in 5 hours , so I'm done.

You know, people underestimate the value of a good ramble. (Buffy Summers)

Words to live by, Buffy. Words to live by. (And this quote is certainly funnier with S7 as hindsight)

So, yeah, I'm gonna ramble.

I finished reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix last night. Yay!
Although now I've got that horrible "I just finished reading a book, and now I don't know exactly what to do" feeling. Which is ridiculous seeing how we went to the library yesterday and picked up at least half a dozen books that I should get into. Not to mention the books we own that I've never opened.

I was going to discuss HP&tOotP (which would mean whipping out my BUST [Butt Ugly Spoiler Tags [grin]]) but I am not in the mood. Maybe in a few days. [shrug] I enjoyed it, it was a good read, I guess I just don't feel like blogging about it right now. Ya'know?

Motherf... pop up ads are annoying.

Blogspot should be pleased with themselves. Several times now I've actually clicked on the ads that have appeared at the top of my blog. (And once on Stephanie's) They were: The Cellar (a forum), Mindsay (where I created another blog - it's at pshift2.mindsay.com) and now I've clicked zeal.com. On Stephanie's I clicked the IshCon.org link, and I'm totally going to join that forum as soon as I get done blogging.

Now if only they'd stop putting backstreet boys fan fic up there...

My brain is scattered. I can't seem to concentrate on my entry.

OH!! I totally forgot that last night, after finishing HP, I went to sleep and around 9am I woke up with a start - my heart was pounding and I was sweating pretty badly. I had dreamt that Voldemort was going to kill me. That's the only thing I could remember from my dream.

So I've taught Saren this game that I played as a kid. But I don't know if it was something that I invented or not. I can't seem to find any information about it online. The game, which I have dubbed "war" (not the card game) goes like this. We start with a piece of paper. We fold it in half, and each of us then draws a "city" on our half. The drawings can have anything we want - people, cars, houses, hospitals, tanks, airports, helicopters, forests, lakes, rivers, bridges, whatever. But each side must have a "headquarters". The HQ is a sqaure with an X in it. You can place it wherever you want in your city.

Once both cities are complete, we take turns "attacking". The attacks are where the sheet of paper is folded in half, and we take our pen and draw a small dot on the paper, pressing hard enough for it to indent on the other side. We then open up the paper, and wherever the indentation is on the other person's city is where the attack hit. If it hits a person, that person is blown up. If it hits a building, that building is demolished (scribbled out). The goal is to hit the headquarters before the other person. (Hitting the HQ blows up the whole city)

Anyone ever heard of that? Or was I just incredibly demented (and a wee bit talented) as a child?

Okay - Saren's done with her city (or just about) so I'm gonna log off and go blow some stuff up real good.