Gah. I always "love" the feeling when you're getting ready to leave for a convention. I always either end up over-packing or forgetting something.

Let's see...

•L5R deck for Friday's qualifier... check.
•D&D 3.5 PHB so I can make a Pathfinder Society character on the car ride in... check.
•Warmachine armies and Remix... check. Gotta remember to dig up a tape measurer.
•Dice... ... ...where's my dice box? Gah, think it's downstairs.
•DS... check.
•Clothes... check.

I think that's everything... anything else important I could probably pick up there.

Hopefully I can actually wake up tomorrow morning... hooray for having to get up in five hours....

On a completely different note, this arrived a monthish ago. Had ordered it back in February.

Not much of a post, but it's mostly a reminder to everyone that The Venture Brothers, Season 3 begins airing Sunday.

And the first episode's online on Adult Swim's website right now.

Man, I can't wait for this.

(Original source.)

Y'know, I'd so play that.

Hooray for boredom.

Sat around and have been going through my RPG shelves, and scanning them into Delicious Library. The product.

It continues. Basically, the Boston police arrested the guys who worked for the ad company who did the ATHF signs, on the pretenses of it being a "bomb hoax." (Which sounds like it's going to be thrown out.)

They had a interview with the suspects, and their lawyer told them to not talk about the incident. So, the entire interview had them talking about haircuts from the 1970's.

*goes back to running over zombies with a lawnmower*

Screw the Yules, indeed.

Not really much of a post, but finally sat down and worked on my CoV Mastermind's (The Precipitor of Cyriss, a level 19 robotics/gadgets MM, lives on Virtue) costume.

( Pictures behind the cut... )

Y'know, I'd post a rant-thread-post-thingie about how my camp-out for the Wii ended in horrible failure...

...but, I'm not pissed at the moment, since I've got a invitation to the Uru Online closed beta sitting in my inbox. :D

Mo.
Ther.
Fucker.

Was in a pretty good mood today, since in my attempt to make some Wii-money, I was able to sell off a bunch of old GameBoy games and a GBC for $60 to a Forumopolisite.

Then, I got out to my car to leave for class. I park on the street, since there's nowhere else to park. It's one of those streets that's designed for it, though, with the street being wide enough for the normal traffic and the cars parked on the side. I was pulled up as close to the curb as humanly possible.

I get out there, get in, and glance over at the driver's side rear-view mirror.

It's completely smashed. Like some car ran into it and drove off.

My dad's making a police report as we speak.

Cockballs.