The race was run, 69th out of 120something in the men's group. A bit harder than I had expected, Aaron was surely annoyed with having such a flimsy teammate. But it was fun! Here's a couple photos taken by wandering professionals.
It sounds so much better at parties than "I work in a call center."
Picked up a tiny writing gig online critiquing video games, which is what I do in my spare time anyway, so hey, free money. CHECK THEM OUT.
I've needed to find this so many times now, I figured it best to get it on paper. This historical document may bring to light the why and how of yours truly.
I think I've been cursed maybe? Circumstantial evidence is there.
New bike frame is finally on its way from the factory, I'll be building it up all by myself, wheels and all. Certainly, I'm deluding myself in to doing this as a very surprising form of suicide.
Jumped into Lost Odyssey at Nate's recommendation. After 4 or so hours, I was appalled to slam headfirst into a stealth mission. DEVELOPERS: NO. THIS IS NOT ALLOWED SINCE MGS. A couple of hours later, an actual emotionally involving death has you preparing for a funeral. This entails a fetch quest, immediately followed by another fetch quest in the exact same area, and then an endless session of copying on screen commands. It made me consider leaving similar conditions in my will so that attendees' last memory of me will be of begrudging annoyance. The game in whole is mildly pleasing so far, but if they keep tossing in these terrible ideas as buffers between chunks of actual game, my rage meter will go up SNK-style.
