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Monthly Archives: May 2008
Junk
I spent a good part of the day attacking the RV garage.
You have to understand: we bought this place because it was a steal, and because it had a killer view. Did we need all this square footage? Did we need an RV garage? NO! And while those things are nifty-cool for resale value, they have led me to accumulate hundreds of pounds of junk.
Trouble is, it’s not really junk. Much of this stuff will have value to someone; I’m sure I could make a bit of money hosting a yard sale, but that’s not my goal. My goal is to get rid of all of this junk before the big move. Relay for Life is coming up, so perhaps I can donate everything to our hospital’s team.
I found some neat stuff amongst the dirty cages, computer cables, stuffed animals, Legos, and cat turds . . .
Kid, meet candy store
Necessity is the mother of invention . . . which at Chez Walnut means, if Jake hogs the gaming computer, I have to look for older games to download for this one.
That brought me to Game Downloads, where for nine bucks I can download freeware, shareware, and abandonware for a full month, no limits. I’m downloading Neverhood right now. It’s a claymation game for PC (and that’s unique thing, all by itself) released by Dreamworks back in 1996. Meanwhile, I’m also working my way through GD’s abandonware list, which includes such remarkable finds as all three Discworld games, Frederik Pohl’s Gateway, and the original text-based Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy!
Sad thing is, by the time I finish downloading Neverhood, it’ll be time to make dinner. And the whole point of this exercise was to find a game I could play to kill time until it was time to make dinner.
Live blogging tonight . . . unless Neverhood totally rocks.
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Nothing on Flickr . . .
So let’s see what’s on The Smoking Gun.
Hey! He stole my name!
It’s fun to speculate on their crimes. The dude above shoplifted some elevator shoes. These gals got caught fighting over meth lab equipment. This woman assaulted her hair dresser. And our front-pager stole my breath. (Sorry, sorry. Eeew . . . cheese.)
Hat tip to La Fark.
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Thirteen photos for my mom
As y’all know, I decided the other day that I would put together some sort of photo montage for my mom for Mutti’s Day. (She hates it when we call her Mutti. I have no idea why.) Why not kill two birds with one stone and share those photos with you?
If you’ve seen some of ’em before, well . . . sorry.