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“No man’s knowledge can go beyond his experience.” — Locke

Inspired by Savant, he of the bald head and oddly familiar website layout, Lum’s House of Cheese is now on the air, narrowcasting to broad minds everywhere. Yes, now you can listen to the same horrible 80s dance covers and German teeny pop that I inflict on my coworkers! Expect it to continue until it stops. Remember, Lum’s House of Cheese: rated by Live365 as “similar to Gay San Francisco!” Good thing I’m secure.

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Speaking of gay, Kingdom Hearts – so done with. In typical Squaresoft fashion, the ending made no sense whatsoever. On the plus side, I didn’t have to actually kill any angels, unlike every other Square game to date. So now I’m dorking around with equal parts Divine Divinity, Warcraft III, and the beta from work. Oh, and waiting for Hearts of Iron, the WW2 game from the people who did Europa Universalis. Because any game that actually has Kenttaetaeydennysprikaati as a playable unit has GOT to rock the house hard.

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The world is becoming more ironically obvious. I just heard from CNN that the sniper currently terrorizing, um, HERE, “just doesn’t care”. I keep having visuals now of a militia type in camo and an SKS rifle waving his arms in the air like he just don’t care after a successful tag. I’ve found myself looking around before filling my gas tank. Unfortunately, I still do care, apparently.

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We’ll close with a rare mail in my box about THIS site (as opposed to my day job):

Good God, Scott, it hurts to see you typing this stuff.

I mean sure, we’ve gotten over UO, and pretty much every MMOG, as none of them offer anything but a level treadmill… (if you’re still at Mythic, tune them in to this…’we don’t really want a level treadmill, and that’s pretty much all that’s on the market… break new ground and win’… (remember who told you this…and cut me in when you get rich)

But you used to write fire. You’re a witty guy, a smart guy.. I know, I’ve seen it.

Just because the old ‘community’ vaporized, doesn’t mean you need to pander to it’s remains.

You’re too smart to be posting this gook on a webpage with your name on it.

I haven’t written to you in about two years. You wouldn’t remember who I was anyhow. Or care, I hope.

Anyhow, I hope life is treating you better than this website suggests.

Funny thing is, life IS treating me pretty well, which is why this site happens to be so banal. Misery makes for better writing. I’ll try to endure some pain post-haste for your benefit, k?