OMG JETPACKS. AND SHIELD THINGS THAT KEEP YOU FROM GETTING SPLATTERED. AND CLOAKING. AND HAMMERS. And pianos in the background. I like pianos.

My friends saw this PlayStation 3 commercial and decided to do their own parody version. Love it. Except I still don’t understand why they have Pearl Harbor on Blu-Ray. There’s no excuse for that

Zombie fever has descended upon my coworkers and I, ever since we started making teams of four and playing online after work. Yes, we spend 8 hours together during the day, and then go home and spend another hour together talking through our crappy headsets and shooting each other in the face. Then we return to work the next morning and talk about how awesome it was or better strategies to use as a Hunter.

That’s kind of sad, isn’t it? NO. In fact, apparently they played a campaign last night, but I got home too late which made my Friday morning a little sad.

But whatever. My team rules. We’re the only one with girls!! Who wants to play??

I thought it was heartbreaking and funny at the same kind. Kind of like my job.

Anyway, now people are feeling so sorry for the boy and want to buy him an Xbox. How sweet, right?

Yeah, I dunno how I feel about that. Who knows how old this video is, cause it was obviously shot during Christmas. Plus, shame on the video game industry for their exhorbant prices, including their consoles. It’s clearly a lucrative and popular activity, but that only pressures low-income kids to believe they need and want this stuff.

Plus, wouldn’t the kid realize that the box was way too light to be real? Haha.

Yesterday was a really retarded and stupid and horrible day. Except, I didn’t die or lose a limb so I guess it wasn’t that retarded or horrible, and it was really all work related, and I still have a job, so I’m probably just overreacting.

But all I wanted to do was go home, eat steak, drink a beer and then shoot some anonymous nerds on xbox.

Mission accomplished. Except for the beer part. I bought this Hawaiian beer for my Corned Beef Brine (still ongoing…dang, this hunk of beef takes like 8 days to brine.) and I drank some but it was nasty. I need to learn how to drink beer. Why can’t it taste like juice?

And this morning, I feel SO MUCH BETTER.

Next time, I’m going to take it even further. I’ll go home, eat a whole cow, drink whiskey and then shoot some anonymous nerds IN REAL LIFE.

Behold the Halo 3 Laser Tag guns that are finally available for public use:

Hey, so what did you guys do this weekend? Nothing much? Yeah, same here.

Except yesterday, between 11:00am to 4:30pm. We finally took on and accomplished the Endless Set List (on hard!) on Rock Band. Yeaaaaaah bitches! 58 friggin songs on guitar and drums in a row–with only one break, where we sliced some cheese and crackers to munch on. Very classy, I must say.

Now all I have to do is learn how to play on Expert and then we can earn our platinum status.