his is about the time I say something along the lines of, "Yeah, it's been a while since the last update." Instead, maybe I'll say something like, "Eat an ass!"

i've been what can be best described as "exceedingly busy" the last couple of months. Hopefully, the River Muse will flow a little more freely now. We'll see how long that goes.

As far as my "To Do" list, I've yet to see either X-Men: The Last Stand or Mission Impossible III, which reminds me of the old school Impossible Mission computer games everytime I hear the title. I actually beat Impossible Mission 2. Hah-hah! Not so impossible mission, I wot!

Speaking of, I've started playing Half-Life 2 again. I had to load it up for a refresher since finding Half-Life 2: Episode 1 on the store shelves (closely followed by -- coincidentally enough -- Episode 2). I forgot how bad-ass the striders are, especially when you first see one on patrol in the beginning.

What a creepy-ass game. The random G-Man appearances remind me of Jack's dad randomly popping up in the fourth and fifth episodes of Lost's first season. You'll round a corner, the spooky fucker will be there -- watching -- only to walk off and disappear (literally disappear) around a corner.

The game gives me the same reaction as when I watched Signs for the first time. I don't really think something's going to jump out from behind my shower curtain when I'm dropping a stream of number-one in the toilet, but post-Signs viewing made me check behind the shower curtain anyway. I love psychological thrillers. Jump-from-dark-places thrillers, such as Pitch Black, however -- not so much. I tend to just get incredibly annoyed.

Of news regarding the links to the right: the "Ann Coulter Tossed My Salad" link has since ceased to work, as the author, Digicat, decided to take down the blog. I'm still not completely understanding why -- it was quite popular.

I have since replaced it with San Antonio Rock City, an excellent comic by Mitch Clem (of Nothing Nice To Say fame). If nothing else, Mitch and his girlfriend remind me of a good friend and his new wife back in Chicago.