Why does my sign in page for Blogger still tell me they are planning an outage for November 14th, 2005? I mean, they could send Michael Biehn back through time to stop the outage, but that would only lead to Terminator 3 and PG-13 naked female terminators. They specially make them without exposed boobs to better blend in with today's PG-13 society. Plus if you show Arnold actual naked tits, you are likely to cause some kind of singing episode, so we really don't want that at all.

The vacation looms on the horizon like 9 days of unorganized time. I have absolutely no idea what I should do over my vacation. I was thinking of watching a couple of new movies in theaters, but I'm not sure I have the money for such an outing. I am excited about not going to work for a week, but I equate that to someone getting cured of cancer and being happy they aren't dying anytime soon. I mean, it would be nice to be happy because you can go on living, but you can't do that without something to do, all you can do is just not die. That's my vacation, spending a week not working. The hardest part will be not playing xbox for the whole time and really wasting an opportunity. Although with a week of straight play, 24/7, I could be so goddamned good at Call of Duty 2 as to cause them to release a patch compensating for Jason. Imagine that in your update notes, compensated for Jason. Now Jason won't kill you every time he sees you, it's been reduced to every two out of three encounters. (This is truly me being full of myself. I lose much more often than I win, and die at least as often as I kill in that game. In straight deathmatch, I finish between 2nd and 4th out of eight players. Unless they're what I call clancocks).

That reminds me of all the nicknames I have for annoying behavior. There's a particular level with a silo in it that you can climb on top of. Those who do are towerbitches. I sometimes use towerwhore, but whore is usually saved for shotgunners. Then there's those camping motherfuckers who can only go on a killing spree when they hang out on a turret and catch those of us with real skill off guard. These are the turretfags. Much like the rocketfags of Halo2 (sing it like the Elton John song Rocketman, because it's you, you're the Rocketman) these people have no real skill with any weapons and must rotate from turret to turret to gain any points whatsoever. Then there's the camping cockknocker. We all know about campers. They sit in corners with shotguns and wait for you to walk by and not check your "danger corner." These are most often run into in levels with lots of houses.