I started giving myself an internal mic-delay more than a year ago. Tried to keep spewing daily into text files, but filter what got posted. Most people refer to this as rational editing, others as unrealistic to the blogger/journal-keeping ethic.
I've had a trying summer with minor health problems unworthy of further mention, aside from the fact that I finally multiplexed my blogs and then the juggernaut of posting that I'd primed in the earlier year began sputtering out. I slept a lot, I took my meds, I whined and pissed and moaned. I forgot to eat, I drank a lot of coffee and gatorade.
I did some sporatic freelance work with vigor, had an out of town visitor.
I dunno if it's the sudafed, which despite needing and being doctor-advised to take them every 4 hours, still requires my ID to be swiped whenever I purchase more.
But...the sudafed might've had something to do with it. I know it gives me the blurry head.
But I beat New Super Mario Bros Wii, which is different than NSMB for the DS and shouldn't really be...maybe someday there'll be a direct port of the DS version for the wii itself. But knowing nintendo, probably not.
I beat Super Mario Galaxy, the first one...at least beat the middle. Getting all the stars in a mario title is tougher than the gold / platinum bolt crusade in Ratchet and Clank.
I keep watching, hoping the ps3 keeps getting cheaper. I imagine them dropping the price from $299 to $249 for the holidays. I can't imagine it being less than $269. Used ones keep turning up for anywhere from $175-200 on the low end.
I whine here b/c I thought I had licked this damn sinus infection and now it's gone into my -presently deaf- right ear. dammit.
I'll close the window, turn up the heat, and flick on the wii.
Kevin Smith deserves a Special Internet Achivement award for the smodcast alone. Then the Smodcastle, AFAIK the world's first podcasting theater.
Aside from a consistently quality experience, funny miscellany...the multiplexing he's done hasn't watered it down. I've even got a somewhat derivative idea of my own thanks to Brother Kevin.
if I can clear up this damn head on my shoulders, I've gotta get my ass down to helLA and catch a live smod, dammit.
