PixlBit

Left that particular boss behind a while ago.

I really liked the two instrumentals. Most of the rest weren't really my thing, and Lisa Mitchell's voice really wasn't my thing. But thanks for the exposure to music I wouldn't have come across otherwise. Nice selection of stuff here.

All I seem to be doing lately is sleeping! I've still got the summer cold from hell, three sick days last week, good thing I have plenty of sick time in my account!

I need to get back to The Orange Box. It was one of the first 360 games I bought, and I've done nothing with it, lol.

Maybe she's just not cut out to be a gamer? I've never played Mirror's Edge, it just never caught my fancy, but I can't imagine it could have been game-breakingly difficult. And that comment that "more women would play this if it weren't so difficult" comment makes me want to swat her upside the head with my kevlar chainsaw gloves after I've used them on a long day bucking up firewood.

The original Zork, but with graphics! That would be amazing!

Good luck, Peter! See you when you get back to us.

Yep, won't be buying into the next gen of consoles, either.

Naw, they didn't steal the plumbing, my dad was planning on redoing that the following summer after he retired. Unfortunately, he died before that happened.

They didn't really point at the door and chant. That's just the Irish storyteller in me coming out. I have awesome co-workers and an amazing boss and we're a very close-knit crew, so even if they had pointed and chanted, it would have been jokingly. And Jason knows ain't nobody can compete with Gibbs, lol.

I like my new neighbors, they're very quiet. As opposed to the ones in the city, of which the landlord and his wife were the noisiest. She kicked in his door once before they were livinbg together. Screeches like a fishwife at the top of her lungs, vaccuums at odd hours like 5 am directly over what she knew to be our bed, etc. He liked to gun his Harley outside our open kitchen window and frequently drove home the one mile from the bar so drunk that he dumped said Harley in the driveway not once but twice in the same evening. I still think he was the one that clipped my truck and never said anything about it. Oh, and the party girls on the corner with the non-stop stream of frat boys in and out of their house, all yelling at the tops of their lungs. Nope, don't miss any of them in the least.