Saturday, December 29, 2001
|5:12 PM|
I had a bizarre dream in which I had to infiltrate a cult, ditch all of my possessions in the woods and then destroy the cult from the inside. It was a cult of miners who were always dealing with giant subterranean worms. As the obnoxious new guy, I was always on mine field duty, and I had to keep repositioning live landmines until I got sick of it and shot everyone. Not exactly the best de-programming of a cult that I can think of, offhand.
I had to negotiate my way into the cult over a cellphone, and the guy didn't trust me one little bit. It doesn't seem that I would make the best cult infiltrator. I stuttered on my fake name, and claimed I had thrown my wallet in the river when I was asked for ID. I was also the only guy not allowed to carry weapons, and I had to steal a gun by being the only person who knew how to fix jams.
I'm currently not cleaning my apartment or shaving, which I really should be doing.
I defeated HALO last night with a friend. It was an absolute blast, including one hell of a final run for the last ride out of town. They didn't use a convincing enough 3D model for the HALO planet in the last couple scenes, that was about the only dissapointing thing. Madcap slaughter of Aliens is always entertaining.
I keep feeling guilty when I watch violent movies or television shows. I'm trying to track down why.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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