When did computers start changing colors? In the early days, all computers were some form of the color white (ivory, off-white, bright white, not-so-bright white, etc.). Nowadays, all I see is black computers. Black towers, black monitors, black mice, all black. Sometimes manufacturers mix it up a bit with silver side panels, but it is still primarily black. I don't necessarily have a problem with it, I'm just wondering why they switched. Maybe, by making the change, they are trying to separate themselves from the obsolete crap of yesteryear. I'm thinking that in ten more years, computers will cease to be black and start being wood-paneled. Not truly wood-paneled, it would probably char, but imitation wood-paneling. This would separate itself greatly from the black and white pieces of rubbish from the previous generation. If some big companies did this, others will follow, and consumer, such as myself, will think it's very nouvelle vague and lap it up. I'm looking forward to this revolution, if only to justify the purchase of a PC skin. (Note: it took some effort, but I think I succeeded in not making any racial jokes in this post. After all, how many black computers do you know that eat fried chicken?)

Last night I took out my old high school yearbook and flipped through the pages again. It's always fun. Here are some data that I pulled from it that I thought you all might be interested in.

• Signatures - 51
• Number of teacher signatures - 5
• Number of guys professing love to me - 3 I sincerely hope they were joking
• Number of phone numbers given - 3
• Number of phone numbers from girls I had a crush on - 1
• Number of phone numbers I've actually called - 0 I'm such a schmuck
• Number of e-mail addresses - 2
• Number of "hearts" - 8
• Number of doodles - 5
• Unpaid debt reminders - 1
• Number of times pictured - 6
• Number of times pictured w/ Hawaiian shirt - 3
• Number of superlatives I won - 0

That was fun, wasn't it? Stay tuned tomorrow when I hope to have something better (maybe).

What do you think of when you see the headline "FBI tries to fight zombie hordes"? You, like me, probably think of vast numbers of the undead walking the Earth and being systematically destroyed by men in black suits, shades, and telephone cords (well, maybe if it was the secret service). As it turns out, this article from the BBC was actually talking about computer zombies. While this was still of interest to me, it certainly did not pack as much punch as an article about undead millions storming the beaches of Normandy. We can only hope that this never occurs, but it would make for an interesting news day.

I also found a fun little computer game that's free to download on one of the blogs I frequent. It's called Chalk, and it's sort-of an arcade shooter. I say "sort-if" because the character you play as doesn't really shoot anything. You see, the game takes place on a big chalkboard (natch) and your job is to go from stage to stage and destroy obstacles, deflect bullets, throw enemies, etc. with chalk lines you draw. It's hard to explain, but I can assure you it's oodles of fun. If you have a little bit of free time, you may as well plop it on your computer.

I am still waiting for the last two episodes of Code Geass to be released. It is now summer, and I am growing impatient.

Note: This video has next to nothing to do with the plot of the actual show. It's just funny because it makes a serious war drama look like a run-of-the-mill harem comedy.

So, a friend of mine pressured me into playing
another visual novel. The only one I had played before was Tsukihime, and while I did enjoy it, I had no intentions of playing
another one. Nevertheless, I started playing Wind – a breath of heart – and let’s just say that I’m hooked. [Wind] is just a fun way to spend several
(read: too many) hours. What is it about these types of games that is so
appealing (besides the sex scenes)? I suppose it’s because it’s a refreshing
mixture of passive and active gameplay. Most of the time you’re sitting and
flipping through pages of text with pretty pictures accompanying them, but then
you have to stop and actively decide where you want the story to go. It’s like
a choose-your-adventure book without all of the “skip to page 45” rubbish.
Perhaps it’s because the stories are more fantastical and imaginative. They
don’t have to necessarily make sense, but they are fun. Perhaps it’s because
the people who play these “games” are nut jobs with no lives that seek some
sort of fulfillment. Who knows. Personally, I’m in it for the sex scenes, but
I’m not going to speak for others.

Well, for a moment or two, I thought I had
decided on what is officially the best thing since sliced bread. Unfortunately,
research cut that dream short. Recently, I started to use a shoe horn. It’s a
small device that allows you to easily slide your feet into a shoe. It’s great!
I love it. Sadly, the shoe horn was invented before sliced bread. I should say
“waaaaay before sliced bread.” The shoe horn was invented during the 15th
century, and used to be made out of wood or ivory. Nowadays you can still get
them in these materials, but my personal one is made of plastic. I still wonder
why people consider pre-sliced bread such a big deal. Slicing bread yourself
isn’t necessarily hard. You save maybe a few seconds in the toast or sandwich making
process. Anyway, I must reenter my pensive state and continue trying to
discover the true answer to what’s the best thing since sliced bread. I’m torn
between the zip-up tie and the pre-soaked disinfecting wipe.

More parents you don't want to meet on career day

“Thank you Dr. Williams. That was Howard’s mother everyone,
a doctor at the Tri-State Hospital of Podiatry.”

The class applauds tiredly.

“Next, we have Richard’s mother, who is a lawyer at
Schlatomy, Schlatomy, and Schlatomy.”

“Um… actually, mom couldn’t make it in today, but I did
manage to bring in my dad.”

“Oh, okay then. Let us meet Richard’s father, Mr.
Schlatomy.”

“Actually, his mother and I aren’t married. You can just
call me Redd.”

“Ah, my apologies. Well Mr. Redd, why don’t you tell the
class what you do.”

"Hm… really, all I do is go around the country scraping a
living by selling sperm to various hospitals. I guess you could say that I am technically this kid’s father, and it
has been proven, but I really haven’t been around for him. I just happened to
be in this part of the country again when this guy’s mother ran into me at the
hospital yesterday. The doctor introduced us. We both thought the doctor was
joking, but he assured us that I was truly that chick’s donor. It was rather
awkward. So today, this kid, Richard, visits me and asks if I could attend this
school-thing. Here I am. I didn’t really attend much school; I dropped out
during my second run of eleventh grade. The money isn’t great, but it gets me
by. It sure beats doing regular work, that’s for sure. Plus, it’s incredibly
enjoyable. All I do is see the doctor, he gives me a little cup and some
magazines, then I-"

“Ah… that will be enough Mr. Redd. Thank you for your time.”

“But I was just getting to the best part. You want these
kids to know about their options, right?”

“That was Richard’s father, class.”

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Sorry guys, I didn't have anything really planned out for today. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

I felt like doing some Harvest Moon fanart too, so here you go.

It combines Harvest Moon and Star Wars into one picture!

This post best read in the form of an English golf announcer.

Welcome, friends, to another rousing round of high-speed
golf, the game where players try to get their ball into the hole before the
others can. It looks like our first team is teeing up and… yes! Look at that
drive! William sliced it slightly, and that may cost him some time, but – oh,
would you look at that! William whipped his driver at Reginald’s kneecaps and
darted to his cart. Reginald topples over while Cooper and Miguel dash to their
own carts. And there they go, just tearing up the fairway. William is flying to
the right while Cooper and Miguel battle it out down the center. They’re
getting quite aggressive as they ram into each other at speeds exceeding nine
miles per hour! Would you look at that? The two reach their respective balls
and are preparing for their second stroke. Wait. What’s this!? Reginald is back
on his feet and rams his cart directly into Miguel. Miguel is knocked down and
appears to have grass-stained his slacks. He’s getting up now, but it appears
that Reginald has parked his cart over Miguel’s ball. Cooper, taking clear
advantage of the debacle, has reached his backswing and – oh! – he gets hit in
the elbow by a well thrown sand wedge. With the advantage his, Reginald gets
his ball airborne moments before being fiercely tackled by an irritated Miguel.
Stay tuned as we continue the live coverage of this already exciting game!