It's been a while since I've played Arm (www.armageddon.org) and I seem to have forgotten how much of my time it used to take up. Once I quit, I'd spend hours trying to figure out what else to do, alone, before I'd decide to go out or something. Don't get me wrong; I dig solitude. That's why I do it. But there's a difference between being alone and being occupied and being alone and being bored. So I'm occupied again. Damn, it sure is about as fun as I remember. The good old days.

I bought some prints at the convention. I saw a lot of people. I went to shows. I got beat up by a chick with a stick. I'm so tired at the moment, I'm not exactly sure how long I've been typing this. Feels like hours, or seconds.

I leave for Atlanta the day after tomorrow, very damn early in the morning. I do hope to have some fun and get in some trouble. Why do you never write back, diary?

Wicked slick. I'm going to DragonCon this year. I'm modifying my friend's spoon so the design is a bit more clear (connecting the dots). I'm digging Frank Zappa. I'm the queen of france.

I've become both excited and disappointed with the computer gaming industry. Operation Flashpoint 2 has been on my mind all day and night since sunday, because the first was such an amazing game. It helped quiet my desire to join the Marines a while back, yet was still fun as sin. But I cringe now at shots of Aliens Vs Predator: Extinction. The AVP strategy game I've been waiting for for so long shouldn't look just like starcraft given a warcraft 3 makeover. There's more to the license than that. I need to buy a scanner.

Built a fence, smoked, wrote up a character for a spetsnaz campaign set in the vietnam era. Exciting day. I need to buy a scanner.

No longer will you be sad and empty, dearest diary.

I have lost my pencils. I had derwent sketching pencils that were used to produce most of the drawings on my page. Now all I have is twenty boxes of 12 Portfolio Aquasketch Drawing Pencils. So instead of my F to 9B spectrum, I have 240 6B pencils. I'm also coughing a lot from sandblasting in a giant hand-made cabinet at work. Silicosis for everyone!

So it's a good day, in all.