This was all covered a long time ago in the dark ages of adultromper.com, but deserves a little re-tread.

Valve, went to some kind of crazy game making university saw some promising folks and hired them to make Portal.

Portal is better than horseradish cheese.

Portal is good in every way and makes me happy.

It is a Triumph.

Below is a very interesting and educational review of the package which contains Portal (The Orange Box).

I saw for the first time today — all the way through — the movie “The Departed” and while the whole movie is an excellent cinematic experience the last 15 mintues are 100% Pure Unadulterated Pwn’age. PERIOD (Caps lock is cruise control for awesome btw).

I’m Totally Serial Folks.

Also I took 15 minutes off of my 3.5 Mile run wohooo, I still run like a broken down old man though.

As mentioned in the first post way back when, this site has a history – or more appropriately a genealogy.

It began many moons ago as adultromper.com, a website which for whatever reason received a great deal of traffic from lonely Russian gentleman looking for american women of negotiable virtue.

Sadly they found me, but were kind enough to click on the now absent banner ads.

Which brings me to my point.

Welcome people of Fairbanks. Perhaps you’re intertron warriors scrounging the series of tubes for /b/ posts kindly filtered of pron, then again maybe you’re philosophy students wondering when I’m going to bring up old Scottish arguements about  a priori/a posteriori arguemnts about experience and what we can deduce there from.  Somehow you’re all from Fairbanks.

Well, if you’d like your very own humesfork.net email address write me up a comment or send me an email. Google loves you.

http://www.stephenjaygould.org/ctrl/treaty_tripoli.html

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Sounds like dangerous un-American propaganda.

I wonder who this “Adams” fellow is anyway!

Probably a Commie infiltrator.

 

The most dead of all possible horses (or most dead/not dead of all possible cats).

Some Ideas will never die, and this can be a bad thing.

In search of access to the super-highway of tubes I was forced to come to the substandard coffee shop.

Kaladi Brothers,  by far the superior purveyor of cafe, lacks free wire-less access.

Even more insanity.

How hard can it be to shop some banners?

Another Day, Another Slice of Delicious Horseradish Un-dyed Cheddar Cheese.

Oh but how the Cheese turns so quickly against you!

Never Mind.

A blissful day of peace quite and laptop updating has left me for plans on Saturday.

I’ve just got to survive the week.

It’s true I forget things, I’ve spent too much time underwater.I love this new blog, I love my Picture Posts and I love you, well maybe not You, but you know, that one Girl.

Anyway.

It Should Go Without Saying, I can take apart a remote control and I can even put it back together.

Well, I’m not entirely sure about you, but I’m some kind of grownup American man-child vicariously living out a fantasy life, loosely based on the Greek conception of universal competition and measuring (that is Agonism for you low brows out there) through gaming.

Enough about that.

So there’s this whole billion dollar market out there where idiot spoon fed MBA try to trick me into buying their game #57 that’s got nothing new, with dated everything that they whip twice yearly out of shackled programing wage slaves.

They’ve (the drooling MBAs) created this kind of marketing platform called Gaming News Sites, where there is a direct correlation between dollars spent and review scores. This is plain obvious, even to the most myopic mountain dew chugging 12 year old.

But there is a breath of fresh air out there. Yahtzee on the Escapist Magazine is unique in that he gives nearly everything a bad review. Including some really awesome games, like The Witcher for instance. It is a crazy awesome RPG, head and shoulders above other titles. The Witcher is like some old school game created by a spooky gifted writer/programmer in his garage during breaks from working at McMeat-ies. Yatzee hated it, but is still plainly a genius. Watch the review, you’ll laugh till you stop.

The world is not a very happy place all the time.

Meetings, running from capitalist dogs , trying to take over the world, vital life sustaining cheese shortages, no paid holidays and bosses whom I’m supposed to supervise. All of these things conspire to make me unhappy in the pants. I almost forgot google being unwilling to let me have an adsense account because I used my name on a business adsense account, and further more not letting me delete previous account because it’s registered under a google email address.

INSANITY!

Well, on to the rapidly retreating point.

It makes me happy in my pants to know that there are a few people out there who can look me in the eye and see I’m smart enough to pound two rocks together to make a spark (and apparently a run-on sentence as well). It makes me happy to go on an afternoon run, it makes me quite happy to laze about with my googely bear watching food network.