Okay, MAYBE it’s not quite that dramatic, but indeed my beloved computer hath kicked the bucket. More specifically, my hard drive. Oh, it spins real nice…it just doesn’t so anything meaningful aside from that. So it’s a really neat automated metal dreidel.

So now I’m stuck on the upstairs computer. For comparison’s sake, that’s like being stuck watching the downstairs TV. Oh, it shows you what you want to see just fine, only it’s the old 27” that used to reside in the living room before being replaced by Mr. plasma screen.

Luckily I like strategy games that don’t push too hard in the graphics department, because aside from sold older stuff (like actually finally playing that Half Life 2 game all the kids keep saying is the greatest thing ever), my ‘pew pew!’ days are kinda over. Oh, and I’m messing around with Battlestar Galactica Online. So, less with the shooting individuals in the face with gory results and more with the overthrowing entire provinces and enslaving thousands of people while I cackle with glee. Yeah, and it’s shooters that supposedly make people go nuts and become violent sociopaths…

Also, thank you to cloud apps and backups. Seriously. This hasn’t been half as crappy as it would have been without my entire Documents folder being backed up online, all of my strategy game installers either backed up on an external drive or ready to roll on Steam, and my Chrome setup being synced to my Google account, meaning the Chrome install up here is now identical to what I was using before. Awesomeness.

The only thing that really sucks ass (well, ASIDE from the loss of the always fun ‘pew pew!’ stuff) is that Windows Live’s newest stuff is for Vista/7 only, so I’m stuck using an older version of Live Writer which kind of sucks diseased yak cock. and if anyone reading this still maintains that Windows XP is the BEST EVAR, fuck you. You’re too stupid to be allowed to communicate with the outside world. Please take up residence encased in rock thousands of feet beneath the Earth’s surface with the other troglodytes.

So yeah, there ya go. And now I leave you with a link to witnessing the dessert version of the Turducken. It’s unfortunately named the Pumpple cake. It’s a giant cake. It has pies baked inside of itself. Actually, that all sounds quite tasty, but the image of the sheer amount of frosting on this damn thing will quite possibly give you diabetes. The 9 inch version will run you $75, requires 3 days notice to prepare, and can apparently feed more than 40 people.