oh wait

I lied: the most important thing that happened to me this week was the purchase of four liters of Passover Coke. Nom nom nom.

We've both been sound asleep; wake up, little Susie and weep

Not much going on here; the big news for this week is that I've been consistently waking up thirty minutes before my alarm goes off. That's just the most infuriating thing. I've been getting plenty of sleep (mainly because I generally end up crashing around 9), but it just feels like such an indignity, made even worse by the fact that it's self-inflicted.

The other big development is that I've been playing lots of Meteos, which is dreadfully habit-forming (as is Apollo Justice, which I started more recently). It's pretty good; I'll withhold Phoenix Wright comparisons until after I finish it.

Exciting times.

Speaking of games, Gugger brought this to my attention, which is interesting both as a matter of game design and for the obvious moral psychological implications.

Lastly--and in memoriam Dave Arneson--I should have known that this would exist, but somehow I didn't.