Nothing to put here, sorry.

Well, the replacement DVR box is working so far. Although I just stayed up late to watch the show live anyway.

Shin Megami Tensei and Growlanser Generations came in the mail, but I can't play them until I finish Paper Mario... because there really isn't room to have the N64 plugged in with all the other consoles at the same time, so I need to be diligent about finishing up and getting it back in the closet.

I had a typical dream last night -- I was over at somebody's house, and had some PS2 games and gaming books, and it was really really late so they said I should go get some sleep, but I kept tossing and turning because I wanted to make sure I hadn't lost anything. Then I spent the whole night searching for a couple things that, indeed, had been lost, while the friends kept telling me to forget about it and go to sleep because it wasn't important, and I started getting snappier and snappier as I searched *everywhere* with no sign of the things.

In other words, it's a re-enactment of several things that have happened in real life several times. Grr, I want fantasy from my dreams!

From renarddejoie:

Peace is: The space between wars -- time to regroup and develop your economy.
Violence is: A horrible hack.
Death is: Incomprehensible. But I'm pretty sure it's bad.
Dreams and Nightmares: Rehearsal of situations you predict or fear.
Ignorance is: A state that's difficult to regain once lost. Be careful.
Religion is: A game that some people take way too seriously.
War is: The ugly truth.
Love is: A pretty lie.
Politics is: A shared hallucination, but better than the alternative.
Culture is: Categorization.
Sexuality is: Confusing. Probably meaningless.
Revenge is: Being a sore loser.
Media is: The brains of society.
Internet is: A medium. See above.
Science is: Puzzling at the barrier between us and omnipotence.
History is: A game that some people take way too seriously.
Friendship is: An informal, mutually beneficial, at-will relationship.
Art is: A game that some people take way too seriously.
Space is: A puzzling barrier.
Life is: Its own purpose.

Laundry. Yay!

Due to an imminent rupture in the filthy underwear containment unit, which had been held back for the last several days by jury-rigged stopgap measures (I piled a bunch of stuff on top of it to keep the lid from popping off), I decided it was time to do the laundry. This is the first time I've done it since they installed the new smart-card enabled machines.

The new machines are more convenient, unless you have to run all the way downstairs to put more money on the card because you didn't realize that they were also so much more *expensive*... the stupid dryers still don't actually dry your clothes, though. I considered giving it another hour of drying, but that would have cost another $2.50 and, well, the laundry room closes at 10pm, and it was already 9pm.

Although there were some foreign girls chatting with each other in foreignese (I think it was spanish), who seemed to be just starting a load. Maybe they ignore the sign -- I mean, it's not like there's actually someone from management on-site after 6pm to lock it up.