Tires

So who knows the best, most anonymous way to get back at someone who let the air out of your tires?

So this cinches it

I’ve been toying around with doing a documentary on Everquest, and specifically, the weird culture surrounding it. The MUD people. Evercrack, as it is so lovingly called. The game that has broken up marriages (plural). The very real addiction that it is to some people. I’m interesting in trying to bring a critical eye to video games, in hopes of helping to validate them in some way.

At the same time, I’ve never made a documentary (though I do have a favorite), and I’m pretty clueless as to where to begin. But I like the subject, and I have the benefit of the fact that Verant (the developer) is in San Diego. Like I say, I’ve been toying, and you’re all welcome to chime in as to the value of such a project (asscheeks akimbo, as Jon Stewart once said). Oh yeah, but the all important link that made me think of all of this again. Fascinating freaky stuff.

Painball

I’m writing this tonight because tomorrow I probably won’t be able to move… A few of us went paintballing this afternoon, one of the perks of not really having one employer. Besides some fairly serious bruises, I’m in pretty good shape but I do not look forward to tomorrow. I wish I did things like this more often but something tells me the fear of getting pegged in the face might outweigh the initial novelty of being in a reality-based Quake match. I think had we played capture the flag, I might have been a little more helpful to my team, because as is common knowledge, my Q3ACTF flag-defending skills are, quite frankly, off the charts.

The sun will become the anthem of your underground

So I pulled out my Saves The Day CD today and all of a sudden I want to drive to Vegas. I mean, I wanted to go to Vegas this weekend anyway, and it just so happens that Saves The Day was the official band of our car trip this past summer to San Diego. So hearing it makes me just want to get in the car and driiiive….