A new type of lenses. Smoky lenses. When worn the player is protected from being blinded and receives a +2 bonus to the charisma statistic. +3 to charisma if the player is wearing a leather jacket. This item identifies as sunglasses.
My former commute to Usury, Inc. was four and a quarter miles and averaged about twenty five minutes. I burned considerably more calories everyday, nearly two thousand, riding both ways to work. One thing I need to keep in mind is I should continue riding after work until I feel like I've gotten enough exercise otherwise I won't be getting the vigorous physical activity that buoyed me through the summer of aught eight.
Fucking, fucking sucks sweaty and hairy assholes.
-- The Staff of heptapod.org
Ink Spots are singing I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire.
Clocks have been set forward one hour for pernicious daylight savings time made even more egregious by George W. Bush.
Most of late Saturday night and early Sunday morning was spent looking at the source for NetHack. Various modifications were at the forefront of my dream and only one had been truly successful in waking life. For those of you who are curious and haven't already turned away from the purple text which always accompanies this feature and its predecessor 'in yer dreams' I had modified NetHack so all races could play the priest role. The other two projects on my plate were simply making gas spore explosions act as wands of striking destroying fragile items like potions upon impact and I can't fucking remember the last one.
Anyway just scrolling through text playing monkey-see, monkey do in the vain hope of actually programming something since the only formal programming class I took was BASIC programming in 1985.
Soon it was time for Sunday school and they had outsourced the teaching to India. My class was full of the usual hooligans I remember from my time with CCD. One of them was reciting the roll of his sins creating alliterative titles for each, Sidewalk Stephanie who was run down into a metal fence with his car, Road Pizza Richard who is self-explanatory except for the fact this Richard was a pizza delivery guy, and so forth.
I started tearing up in the dream and requested to leave because I couldn't take the fact they would forgive this piece of shit human being who was still taking obvious joy by sharing his war stories and would never show true penance. The instructor told me to sit back down and I noticed it was well past 11:30 a.m. which meant class should've let out an hour ago.
Eventually class let out and I went to my bike which had been robbed of its cyclometer and headlight. Fuckers. Good thing I had the presence of mind to bring the front wheel and seat into the building after I locked up my bike. On the top bar I saw a yellow post-it note telling me that the two kids responsible for taking my gadgets are somewhere in the building and all I had to do was return a gray hooded sweatshirt.
wat.
The garment in question is stuffed into some bare bushes near my bike and I go back into the building against my better judgement. The entrance was near my destination when I was outside but once I was inside the building I had two long corridors separating me from the meeting point.
While wandering through the dark corridors my mind was wandering back to NetHack. Now I was going over another project in waking life for a mutant race. In short the mutant race would gain a random intrinsic every four experience levels and most likely be relegated to people playing as a tourist.
About this time I realized I had enough of this nonsense and forced myself to wake up.
