Picspam, day of twelfth-level infamy edition

Yes, not only is it Pearl Harbor Day, it's also querldox's birfday, so hippo birdies, dawg. (Hey, it's an easy date to remember.) To celebrate, birdies, squirlz, geekery and some Super-specific geekery, to boot. ( 38 pics below.... )

In lieu of content, blathering

Finished Call of Duty 4. Not bad. I wish its multiplayer was as versatile as UT3, but its singleplayer was perfectly cinematic and engrossing (and occasionally distressing). While I didn't like the original COD, this iteration I found quite pleasant. Portal is still my game of the year, though.

New first: trapped in traffic behind a truck with Texas plates whose driver was -- and I'm so not kidding -- flossing. Okay, maybe that's permissable on I-70, or somewhere else where traffic is not an option, but not on a high grade between traffic lights. Fool.

Am raising heartburn and tummy troubles to fantastic new levels. If only I didn't have a completely dysfunctional relationship with my GP's staff. Self-medicating to normal, and again I'm reminded that I should've GMed a fantasy campaign based around the names of prescription medication; Zantac the Barbarian would r00l. (Today was the departmental potluck. I had to bail.)

But classes are over now. Just one week of finals and then the long happy winter. Glee.

Now back to COD4. Cluster-bomb-grenades make me very happy.