I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting the links lately. I know that many of you come here just for them, and it’s not like I have stopped finding weird stuff - it’s just that I’m too god damned lazy to update the list. At this point I could transition into my spiel about the new version of this site that I’ve been working on forever and how it makes use of a wide variety of acronyms to make the whole thing easier to do, but honestly - I’m as tired of hearing about it as you are.

Chris has the plague, and I am trying my hardest not to catch it. I’ve been popping echinacea and vitamin C like mad and going to bed earlier than my parents (hi, parents!), but I woke up congested this morning, and am now filled with fear. I’m certain that the solution is alcohol - so certain, in fact, that I’m going out with my NYU crew in a couple hours to see what we can do about that.

As you’ve probably gathered, there’s nothing especially awesome going on in my life right now. My grandfather had a bad fall and is in the hospital, which has me worried and depressed, but it looks like he’s going to be okay. Other than that, it’s pretty much just the daily grind. I get up at 5 (well, 5:21 after I’ve hit the snooze a couple times), take a shower, bitch and moan about being up so early, do my morning work for my secondary gig, then get dressed and go to my full-time job. Then it’s work, coffee, work, lunch, work, coffee, work, home, Warcraft, dinner, Warcraft, bed. Good times! What keeps me from getting too bored is the one and only Chris, who is easily the best thing in my life. I never get tired of spending time with him, and look forward to seeing him every night.

Also: everyone is just fucking thrilled that the weather is getting warmer, but of course as soon as the highs start getting in the 50s I start thinking about spring, and then - summer. The death season. Even when I’m trudging through a foot of slush and it’s negative a billion or whatever, I’m still happier than I am any given day during the summer. Bring on the nuclear winter, I say.

Sometimes Chris and I will see an ad on TV for a game we own, and remember a time when we played games other than Warcraft. It’s hard to believe there actually was such a time, and that it was less than two months ago, but there it is. It seems particularly funny that we once believed it when people said San Andreas was the most immersive game they’d ever played, with the biggest environments and the richest interactivity. I mean, what?

So I scored my mount a couple days ago when I hit 40, and I didn’t even have to employ any unorthodox methods in order to gather all that gold. It’s my sincere hope that all of you under level 40 (or who have not yet saved up the requisite money) are seething with jealousy. And of course those of you who hit 60 weeks ago and are currently doing instances on the fucking moon or whatever - well, fuck you.

Because I heard the title track from Green Day’s new album somewhere and it stirred fond memories of seventh grade, I decided it should be one of the albums I bought with an iTunes gift certificate I got for my birthday. At first I was a little disappointed, because apart from the title track itself the album doesn’t sound much like the Green Day I remember from junior high; it has troubling overtones of lawnmower rock¹ that made me inclined to dislike it. But I’ve listened to the whole thing a couple times through now, and at least some of the songs have grown on me. Given that I was never an enormous Green Day fan to begin with, it’s probably unlikely that I’d be one now, but it’s not bad.

¹ Lawnmower rock (see also: pussy rock, wuss rock): generic rock with a whiney and/or angsty flavor; the kind of music that would not suffer if one were to replace all the lyrics with things like “Fuck you dad, I don’t want to mow the lawn todaaaaaaaay/No I’ll never let you take my car awaaaaaaaay.”

Sort of an overall crappy day yesterday - didn’t get enough sleep Sunday night, some confusion with my bank, horrorshow commute on the way home from work, and then a really unsatisfying couple hours of Warcraft. Trust me to find the worst pickup group in the world to finish off Gnomeregan (which I didn’t even do, because the two people who started the group hearthstoned out halfway through when they didn’t get the drop they wanted). Chris and I ended up just drinking some wine and bitching for a while, and I felt better by the time I went to bed. I guess as a crappy day it could have been a lot crappier, but I feel that any amount of crap is just too much crap, really.