SPORE Chimerae

Each day brings us one step closer to the release of Will Wright's SPORE. When it arrives, I intend to make all sorts of horrible amalgamations of once god-fearing animals. The following list is by no means complete. Help me think of more!

• boarilla
  
• bumble badger
  
• girafferret
  
• koalapotamus
• labradorangatan
  
• porcupython (thanks, askaninja!)
  
• sharktopus
• slothtopus
  
• snake-topus
• yaktopus
  

Star Wars Mural

Cloverfield Concept Art

I found this. I don't know if it's real.

Eastern Standard Time: Day 1

My vacation started June 21st. I was going to fly out to see my friend, a grad student at Princeton, NJ.

After a short hop to O'hare, I would catch my connecting flight to Newark three hours later. I waited around for two hours and, on a whim, asked the fellow at the gate desk if my flight was still on time. He informed me that it had been canceled and I should check with so-and-so at some desk somewhere.

Turned out they transfered me to a flight that had already left. Suck. The best I could do was get on another one early the next morning. I called my sister, who thankfully lives in the Chicagoland area, and she picked me up. Unfortunately, she couldn't drive me in the morning so I had to call a cab to take me back to the airport.

New Computer

My computron broke last week; it just decided not to start up anymore. I'd been saving up for a new one anyway, so this was my opportunity. My friend came over to help - I'm glad he did. It turned out to be a bit more complicated than I thought.

It works now though. Good times.

Food Poisoning

If you ever have the choice between food poisoning and death, well, just be sure to think it through. My vice got me in big trouble a week and a half ago and I missed two days of work.

Monday I was up all night with my head over a trashcan. It was horrible. Tuesday my face is all red with broken capillaries and my eyes are horrifically bloodshot. Nearly two weeks later and I still look hungover. Wednesday I called the health department. They asked what I ate, what symptoms I had and when I experienced them and then told me they'd send somebody over to inspect the place.

I like to think I saved someone else from a fate worse than death. My sacrifice will not be in vain!

Snack Box

Our office used to have an honor-system snack box on top of the soda machine. The lady who used to supply it stopped doing so. There has been a void in our lives (and stomaches).

Monday, this void will be filled.