Gaming, can't think of anything to say, Orange Box, giant Toblerone

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Eh. As I mentioned before, I've been throwing myself into work, at work. It's busy enough to keep my mind occupied during the day, and even some of the evening. The weekend passed quickly, Saturday was lunch at HoSu with an old work friend and then some LAN-tastic stuff at QYV's condo. Sunday was sleep and Dawn of War, which I played most of yesterday evening as well. I've forgotten how fun RTS campaigns can really be, though I do wonder if perhaps I should be spending my time more wisely. Just a little.

Weather's taken quite the turn, and riding my bicycle isn't the usual fun cycle-fest it normally is, though my long hair does help keep my ears warm.

See? This is why I didn't post anything, because I basically have nothing to say. I remember wanting to mention a grief I have with the focus of windows in Windows, like when you're typing a password and another window pops up that has a text field.. er, wait a minute.. I wrote about this exact phenomenon over a year ago! Oh man that really lays me low. Ok, well.. what else. OH (in more gaming news), I went and bought The Orange Box two weekends ago. I've played a few hours of Team Fortress 2, which is pretty much the same as the original. Episode 2 however has been great, although please no spoilers because I'm taking my fine time with it.

On the plus side (I think), I'm not tempted to get an XBOX 360 anymore. Is that really a plus? It's something. And speaking of something, we're thinking of buying one of those giant Toblerone's for work. I noticed one at the nearby Shoppers, for the upsetting price of $79.99. Yikes that's a lot of Optimum points.

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