Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

Outside, the fog is thick enough to almost make me believe I've woken up in Silent Hill. Only there's still noisy traffic and Pyramidhead isn't skipping about happily flaying people.

This week has been both kind and cruel, and in unusual & gratuitous ways. It has seen an evening spent with an old friend and a mall filled with lots & lots of zombies. (And, much to everyone's amusement, when playing Dead Rising, if you break into the toy store and get your character to wear the big yellow lego-head, it still shows up during the cut scenes. You can't take the scene seriously when it looks like some sort of kaiju show, but that's what's so fantastic about it.)

The week has also seen me sit back and wonder just how in the hell I suddenly managed to get so close to finishing up the 3-years-and-counting SM fanfic "Angel Electric". It's been a long and strange journey for me. I've spent many hours in the company of these characters, and for the most part enjoying the time we shared together. Now I get to show them all how much I appreciated their work...by killing them all off.

Should I be worried I'm feeling rather jovial about this fact?

However, as mentioned before the week hasn't been without its petty cruelties, most of which I won't go into here. It's not that I don't want to rant about them, or that I don't want to rant about them to you specifically, but for the moment it's better to play certain proverbial cards close to the chest if not for potentially legal reasons. Suffice to say, there's someone at the kiosk (not Mel) who's not making things pleasant for...well, everyone, and unfortunately we've had orders by the higher-ups to keep stringing her along for another week.

I can only pray this means we're giving said asshat-employee enough rope to hang herself with. I'm getting tired of this crap, and Mel's bordering somewhere between mental breakdown and killing something.

Ideally the next little bit of nowhere will find the both of us in better spirits, at which point we'll returing to doing what we do best: bitching about Commercialmas and the customers it brings.
posted by Phillip at 5:26 AM