tekHedd – the blog

This weekend I bought a bass in a hurry in a pawn shop, as I had (ahem) forgotten to bring a bass to a show in another state.

Ibanez DB700 X-Series And Happy Bassist

Score!

I am so ready to ROCK now.

Well, actually, that statement is generally a lie. It’s not just that I have really no way to read your mind, it’s that we probably don’t even use the same referential framework to have thoughts with. How would I know what your thoughts mean? If we grew up speaking the same language, there may be some common ground, but in general it’s fairly pointless.

I’m willing to bet that if I could know what your thoughts are, you’d be thinking something along the lines of “Tom has abandoned his blog”. Nothing could be farther from the truth! There’s simply nothing happening. Oh sure, I’ve moved my home to a different house, my web host was invaded and rebuilt, and I’ve made some miracles occur at my job. In boring, non-noteworthy ways I’ve been very active. But, in all the ways that are important, there’s nothing happening.

I haven’t found a new video game to play. No arrests. Same cat. Everything is pretty much the same.

I guess it’s time to post a rant.

Well, let’s see, a lot has been going on this month, hasn’t it? Oh sure, there are all those normal things that happen in life, but then there was the huge vaserv hack, which took this site (and my email) down for a while. (I still love you fsckvps, even if you have changed owners and will probably start to suck now). It’s always fun to lose your email and order new credit cards.

Game-wise, hmm… I picked up a copy of Hired Guns: The Jagged Edge, which is turning out to be a fairly good strategy game, and have finally been spending time on Wipeout HD. Wipeout is one of those games that’s so fast you can’t think while you play it or you die. Sure, a lot of the tracks are familiar if you played it on the PSP, but still awesome. Oh, and Matt Hazard. If you’re an old school gamer it’s laugh-out-loud funny. At least rent it.

Also, I am temporarily taking care of the blind, incontinent dog, which is something of a challenge. This is why I am not a professional caregiver. Speaking of which, I think I smell pee. Got to go.

*sigh*