So major disappointment today. We have a big deadline for the NSA coming up and I was going in to get some work done, but in my absolute brilliance I forgot how to open the door to the lab so after 10 minutes of effort I gave up and went home. Now I’m pissed I wasted 20 minutes of my Sunday trying to open a lock. Ahwell… Halloween Party is this Friday and I must say I am completely stoked for it. I love Halloween not only do I get to look like a bad ass, with the exception of last year. Girls deliberately dress slutty so its like 90% no… 75% hell yeah and then 25% oh god I need to bleach my eyes. I think all the moderately to beyond moderately attractive girls make up for all the necessary eye bleaching. This year I decided to go as a 1920’s style gangster guy. I still need to put my costume together, but since I’m a guy that’s definitely a day before thing. Basically, picture suspenders, beater, black pants, and a sweet old school hat. I still need to figure out what I’m doing for shoes.
Since I never really drink at parties I always have a fun night before pre-partying. So this year, Jenny and I are going to do power hour. Normally power hour is like a quick punch to the gut for me. I feel a bit wheezy but I recover quickly, not like I pass out on the floor and get woken up 2 days later in Texas. Hopefully my tolerance is still up to par that way I can handle it easily otherwise this is just one more sign of my unavoidable adulthood.
On the topic of scary I just beat F.E.A.R. that game is freaky on so many levels. Its like playing through an action movie version of “The Ring”. So at least you have a gun while you are wondering through the levels. Unfortunately there are so many damn scenes that make me jump that I waste half my ammo shooting in to nothing. I’m really interested to see what horror games will look like in 10 years. Will they be so realistic that you’ll need counseling at their completion, or at least be required to wear a diaper to handle any unexpected wetting of the pants? Wow a wetting yourself reference… on that note I’m outta here. Halfcent out.