December 10th, 2004

Hitman

Afternoon

Why am I telling you this? Because this is the extent of my contact with the outside world, 99% of the time. Funny...you know, in a Kult game I ran, a while back, there was an NPC that the characters ran across, and who was both a help and an annoyance. His name was, simply, UnderGround, and he was a hacker...or at least, that was the best they could figure. He always contacted them by computer, and had an amazing ability to get knowledge and take over systems. they never did figure out who or what he was, or what his agenda was...that's about what I feel like most of the time. I'm just words on a screen, sometimes helpful, sometimes cryptic, some annoying.

Thanks to connections (who wish to remain nameless, but you fuckin' rock), I have a copy of FlatOut, which won't actually be released to the US until next year, but is already out in Europe. An excellent race game, it's had me hooked all morning. Between that and Half-Life 2, I'll be occupied for the day (unless work calls, of course).

But first, a couple sammiches and the afternoon flick:
Typing

One Last Tribute To Dimebag Darrell

Let me tell you who absolutely rocks, harder than hardcore.

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As it turns out, she lives not 5 minutes away from from the house that Dimebag and his brother have in Dallas. Since he's a 'local boy made good', there is quite a collection of flowers, cards, and general memorials going up there. She mentioned that she was going over there to get a few pictures, and to take a bunch of flowers from her brother, who is out-of-state.

Now, I've been a huge Pantera fan all my life, and I knew that strangewink and necrobutcher were also major fans of Dimebag's, so I asked her to leave a note that I wrote (using a few words from Bill) from the three of us when she went. The flowers came in handy, as I understand it's more than a bit windy, there, so they held down the note nicely. She got pix, too...

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The note reads:
Darrell -

Our sadness of losing a person so full of crazy energy and so fun, is compounded by the loss of what we consider to be one of the greatest guitarists of all time. We shall miss you as all the rock world will. You'll forever shred in our hearts and minds, and our souls shall hear you forever.

Rock Heaven And Hell Alike,
from Frank, Bill, and Myk
Thank you, Kitty. That means a lot to me; I really appreciate it.