Time to Get PAID... (Recovered from LiveJournal)

Isn't it strange, how phrases you always used to say as a kid stick with you for years and years afterwards? For instance, the title of this post, which was lifted from the soundtrack to that early 90s In Living Color spinoff, Mo Money. Come to think of it, I lifted a lot of phrases from that soundtrack... and I didn't even see the movie until a couple years ago. My personal favorite was "I guess it's time for fun and games with the mail boy." Didn't understand it then, still don't today. I guess mail boys just have a lot of fun.

Anyhow, I've had a guilty sort of day, blowing my entire day off in front of the computer, playing Diablo II. This is about the third time I've started that game, and I've already passed up all my previous points. My sternly heroic character has chosen the name "BeastLoad". He's pretty lame, really, and keeps telling me all about how he "can't CARRY any more." Like it's my fault he's an ass and won't organize his new items correctly. God, I am anal retentive. I'm chastizing a video game character for not being organized enough. Yeah, I've got my DVDs, CDs, Dreamcast games and PSX games sorted alphabetically by name. So...?

But yeah, the title of this post wasn't all just a clever allusion to early 90s pop culture. I actually did get paid today, and that feels nice. I finished up another hellish freelance project for Bill Venit today, sent it to press, burned some CDs with the PDF files, and deposited my check. And I celebrated with..... more Diablo!!

I'm farting up a storm, and it's not really the kind of farts you want to stew in and enjoy. So I'll cut this short. Here's hoping I make another appearance sometime within the next few months..?