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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.
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.