How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?

One problem that I often confront is that I am writing this blog for two very different audiences. And things that might be new and interesting to one are very frequently old hat to the other.

For instance:
Here is the best movie trailer ever
Here is a thing with robots
Also, because this is kind of a multimedia post (or so I have just decided), here is a song that ig made recently and who uh probably doesn't mind my posting it here
(credit for the first two links goes to Jann and Simon)

In other news, GOOD GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THE DEAL WITH VEGETARIAN BACON?
I was pretty pleased with its sausage counterpart, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Maybe I was unduly influenced by its appearance and behavior when raw, but it resembles nothing quite so much as bacon bit flavored Fruit by the Foot.
Jesus Christ.

Actually, that reminds me of this. In fact, I would sooner apply bacon flavor spray to Fruit by the Foot than ever eat that Phosphoric abomination again.

So yeah. And in the next post I will do my best to equalize the balance of interesting news.

Imagination, life is your creation

So, I'm still thinking a lot about my Urb. He recently endured a humorous incident that I considered sharing with people, in much the same way that I might tell a long, pointlessly boring story about my pet, except of course that most pets actually exist.
Even so, an idea came to me unbidden: I'm not using this blog for much, why not let Chris (his name is Chris, that being the default) have it instead? Writing a blog as a fictional character is certainly not a new idea (do I really have to link to Achewood again?), but still it amused me for a second. Nonetheless, I resolved that I could never do that, because it would be the most horrible thing ever. Not even in a funny ironic way...it is more like the sort of thing that only the very worst human would consider doing.



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Thursday 15 September 2005

Today was a little bit awkward. I had been looking forward to installing my new hot tub at the apartment, and when I arrived, Roxanna was waiting for me. I invited her in to watch some TV, even though it had been a long day and most of my meters were well into the red.
After TV and some impromptu dancing, I was fairly well-entertained, though exhausted, hungry, and rather unhygienic [isn't that always how it is? --ed.]. So I set up the tub, planning to unwind. Unfortunately, it didn't fit in the side room as planned, and I had to temporarily place it right in the middle of the living room, where it crowded the entryway to the kitchen. After a quick soak (which nonetheless managed to damage the tub somehow), I called the janitor to clean up and decided to make some food for me and Roxanna.
Long story short, I found myself stuck in the kitchen, pinned against the door by a certain very unfriendly cat. I couldn't open the door because Roxanna was standing hungrily on the other side, and she in turn couldn't move out of the way because she was trapped in the aforementioned entryway by the janitor, who insisted on trying to squeeze past all three of us so he could wash my dishes (since this, I guess, was more far urgent to him than either my personal needs or the ankle-deep pool that still surrounded the hot tub). After repeatedly struggling with the door, Roxanna and I eventually gave up and spent several minutes shrugging at each other, as my sleep and toilet meters inched further and further towards critical.
Finally I grabbed a second door, pulled it from its hinges, and, in a last-minute act of desperate remodeling, created a new exit from the kitchen. I made a mad dash for the next room, but hadn't taken three steps before peeing myself and losing consciousness.
It was not Chris Urbie's finest moment.

mood: auto-urinating [img="oops.gif"]
music: The Black Eyed Peas, apparently




Wow, I feel like I just violated my readers.

Say something once, why say it again

Aw jeez, three music quotes and two of them are the Talking Heads. This title is doubly appropriate, I guess.

Despite my sense of obligation to this blog having been renewed by Adam's not-so-recent link here, I still don't have much to say, though as my posting trajectory no doubt reveals, I have become increasingly comfortable with the idea of running a traditional style blog. Lord knows I find myself sufficiently captivated by the web-digested details of other people's lives, so wotthehell. We'll see how things go.

In the last few days, things have been going sharply in the direction of video games. What with the problems I've had finding a working computer (I shan't tell you where I'm posting from right now), and with my research project being kind of "up in the air," to put it euphemistically, I am momentarily finding myself in possession of easily-frittered minutes, nay, hours, of free time.
Previously it had been Nethack (an excellent and very clever game), but this has since been displaced by my newest fascination. See, in my ongoing effort to participate in trends long after anyone has stopped caring about them, I have finally climbed aboard the Sims train and whoo doggies is that game addictive.

The absurdity of a game designed to be just like real life has already been discussed ad nauseam, and frankly, I am no closer to figuring out why it is so delightful. I suspect that the lack of effort involved is an important factor (cleaning my own house requires time and labor, whereas cleaning my Sim's takes little of either, and yet it provides a similar sense of accomplishment). Lack of accountability is another. Also, there are clearly defined goals with immediate rewards (The version of I am playing is "The Urbz," in which, much as in real life, one's purpose is to ingratiate oneself around town by imitating people's clothing and dance styles, and then performing favors for them). On a more superficial level, it also appeals to my paired fondnesses for interior design and pictographic communication (A recent conversation: "[headphones]" "[turntable]" "[anarchy]" "[no anarchy]")