Now all that has to happen is that Mom and Brian read this and get pissed about the things I think about them. Mom, of course, is two thousand miles away, with very little influence left in my life, but she is my Mom and took care of four kids and none of them died, so I can't hate her. Brian is near, in my fuckin' face many times, but I've known him a while, long enough to know that he's got a worthwhile creative side, and real loyalty beneath his meretricious exterior. Even if I want to hit him a lot.

Oh well. I never said I was going to play the be nice and social to be popular game. In fact, I think I said I wasn't going to play it. As a result, I'm not real good at getting a job. You say social skills, I say superficial pandering. Of course, if I'm genuinely impressed by someone, it takes no effort at all. All I need to do is apply to a company where I'm genuinely extremely interested in working, whose desired candidate has exactly my skills. Ooh, there's another problem. I hate talking about my skills. Dad says that trying to err on the modest side was not a good idea. Ok, this week I'll be Mister Badass.

(Well, wasn't that ironic.) No no, it's not ironic yet. You see I had typed out this paragraph about how I had installed the 4th generation Browsers, Netscape and MSIE on Nerve. I described how Netscape was a relatively painless installation. They offered a Browser only version (No big suite of tools that aren't quite as good as the ones I already use) and it didn't require a reboot. MSIE, however, was twice as big to download, put weird menus on my desktop, and generally made itself annoying to me. I have everything set up the way I want it already. I don't want anyone associating themselves with any file types without asking me. I don't want anyone putting funky menus on my desktop if they are calling themselves a web browser. It's as if a game put its level select screen in the startup sequence after installation. Sheesh. So anyway, I had Navigator open (and PS4, and Cakewalk6)(And TextPad) and then I opened MSIE4. Screeech. System halted. No warm reboot. No blue screen. Rigid death. I lost this paragraph. It looks different this time. This is not making me want to get the linux version of the browsers for Nerve's alternate identity.

Oh, I found out from the TA website that I was actually SECOND in the TA tournament. The very first guy that I killed won first. What happened is that since Brian and I were the only two left standing at the end of the first game, they made us fight each other in every game after that, while Mr. Ian whatever got to play against the not-as-obsessed other competitors. This means Brian and I had lots of ties while he had commander kills. They even put a picture of all of us on their WOTC Page. In the second picture from the top, that's: Famous video game designer Chris Taylor, one of the guys who was easy to kill, Brian, Ian, The other guy who was easy to kill, and Me.

I think Mr. Potato Head needs to go away now. -- Kris, during lunch, at Burger King