Wherein Taco fakes a real blog post

For the past week or so, I've been fighting off some sort of nasty bug. I'm slowly losing the war to congestion, sore throat, and general malaise. Spent the whole weekend hopped up on Nyquil. That stuff is evil. Whee.

My home network has gone to shit again. The bad behavior started on Friday. At first glance, it looked like the network would just periodically up and quit. After a weekend of playing World of Warcraft with TitanPanel's performance widget turned on, though, it looks like my latency just slowly degrades until my VoIP router can't handle it and craps out. I reorganized the network a few times to isolate the problem, and eventually got it down to my laptop directly connected to the cablemodem, which still exhibited the problem. Said cablemodem is an ancient piece of hardware, and the only piece of network equipment that hasn't been replaced since the Big Lightning Strike of Last Summer, so I reckon that's the culprit. That means I'll have to deal with Time Warner's customer support, though, so that'll be fun.

Blue suggests just calling and asking if I can swap out the old hardware for new. I guess I'll try that first.

Ran into a really old friend recently. We talked a while, and he's so pompous and full of shit that it boggles the mind. I find this absolutely hysterical, because I myself am incredibly pompous and full to overflowing with bullshit.

I went to Barnes & Noble this weekend to pick up the new Chris Moore and the new Dan Simmons. They had neither. Le sad. I picked up a new copy of Watchmen instead. Haven't read it in ages... last time was late high school or early college, I think. It's better than I remember, and that's pretty crazy, because I remember it being goddamned awesome.

While I was at Barnes & Noble, I found a nice leatherbound notebook and pen set tossed into the 50% off table, so I picked that up. A couple of years ago, I started carrying a note pad everywhere I went so that I could jot down ideas I had, and that worked wonders. Lately, I've found that I come up with lines, paragraphs, and even whole passages that I like for stories that I want to write, but can't remember them when I sit down to put them on paper, so maybe this will work as well as the tiny notebooks. It seems to help so far. I've managed to pen a few paragraphs of a short story I've been tossing around my noggin for a while.

I guess that means I'm done sulking about all my friends writing better stuff than I do. I still reserve the right to sulk at any point of my choosing in the future, so neener.

You heard me. Neener.

Blue made some eyeball jewelry. I immediately purchased the awesomeness and gave it to wifezilla for Valentine's Day. Wifezilla is thrilled with it. I wonder sometimes if it should bother me that I do shit like give my wife a necklace of eyeballs for Valentine's Day. Then I space out because of the Nyquil and the next thing I know, it's Monday, I'm at work, and wondering how the hell I got here and where my pants are.