Dirty Little Secret

Patrick Swayze, teengirl heart-throb actor, died recently from cancer at the age of 57, I think. I'm saddened by this. Keep it a secret, but I thought Patrick was a pretty good actor. A friend of mine tried to help me hook up with this friend of hers that was a lesbian. It didn't really go anywhere, as you might imagine, but they both forced me to watch Dirty Dancing and I thought it was a really good movie. So now you know, don't tell anyone, like I just told you, random person reading my blog. That's my only guilty girly pleasure, I'm not a fan of Gilmore Girls or anything, Who said that? (Nobody technically, I'm writing all this.)

Some guy in my computer lab was telling me that Final Fantasy Dissidia was a really good game. This is a request to any of my friends reading my blog. Any of you played it? Post comments if so. I'm not dying to know, I don't have a PSP and don't really intend on getting one.

I think the DS is a better system, the games I've seen played on PSP have long loading times and often small text. I'm not that fond of the touch screen, but it's better than the Wii motion controls. However, I think the DS's combined screens have more area than the single larger PSP screen. Before I saw the PSP in action I thought it was going to be better. I liked the UMD media better than the tiny DS cartridges and the media capabilities of the PSP were attractive. I liked the PSP's joystick, but my friends have told me it messes up often.

Today was really dull. I sat through two classes of teachers telling me what they were planning on assigning at later dates and going over material we had already covered. I went to the ACM meeting, but the only interesting thing was that the fighting game tournament they were planning on hosting has been postponed. Woo hoo. But hey, maybe I'll have a more entertaining weekend. Oh yea, Friday, well it'll be over with before I know it. I watched an episode of SG-1 about a computer virus alien that infected the brain of Major Carter, (she's hot) but it ended with them beating the virus and getting Carter back and there really wasn't anything interesting in between. I think there might have been some message about making peaceful contact at any cost or something, but it was more about seeing Amanda Tapping shoot lightning from her fingertips. Yeah.

And then...

I warped back to warp point resting in the hallway before the refractor room. Last time I was in the refractor room and had an urge to jump out. As I suspected, the ninja-robot was standing directly behind where I was standing before I warped. I could see that if I had so much as blinked instead of warping I would have been sushi.

Now was my chance, probably the only one I would get. I charged the thing with my sword raised high and my pistol firing shot after shot towards the thing. The robot took the first shot in the back, nothing he could do, but he whirled around and blocked the next shot with his sword. Yea, they do that. He retreated into the refractor room, lept onto the wall above the door and continued to climb to the ceiling. I kept a sharp eye on him and fired off another round. He jumped onto the tower in the center of the room so fast it was just a blur flying from one side the room to the other.

He stood on the wall as if he was standing on level ground and held out a single hand.

"Enough." His voice was deep and sounded synthetic.

"Your ability to move faster than my sensors can indicate clearly outmatches my own abilities. I will surrender, for now. I must seek out new abilities to better protect the main power unit."

He didn't realize how my warping power was limited. He couldn't, N.O. can't be detected by machine. Most people can't feel it at all. He tossed a small orb down in front of me. I tried to shield my eyes, but I was too slow. The bright flash disoriented me and when I got my vision back, he was gone.

"Does someone need my help?" a brassy superhero-ish voice rang out behind me.

"Captain Comic here and...AHOY! Firstmate Keelhaul! You've taken too long getting back. Do you need HELP?"

The guy sounds like a Buck Rogers knock-off and his pirate lingo is so forced that it sounds like he's desperately trying to fit in. Besides his demeanor, he's a good captain, and I could have used him in that fight.

His blond wavy hair looks like it was squirted out like toothpaste. His large muscular physique is wrapped in a glaring red jumpsuit with oversized white gloves. A big "Blastola Cola" endorsement is pasted on the front of the suit depicted a soda can with an explosion on it. He's always smiling with this huge Colgate smile that either says he's a really good guy or says that he likes you, a lot, too much.

"No thanks cap'n. I had deal with a ninja-robot, but it's taken care of. My contact was killed, do you have an urn? I'd like to take her ashes to have someone look at them."

"You cremated her? Man, you work FAST!"

"No I... Nevermind, have ye an urn or not?"

"I've got a tupperware container on the ship, but let's get this haul of booty here first."

"I want fifty. I did most of the work."

"Twenty." "Forty." "Twenty-FIVE!"
"..."
"Forty it is."

Until next time fellow pirates.