March of the Zombies

1. Guinness Draught tastes like the belabored piss of a deranged lab rat with a secret cocaine addiction and his fair share of STDs.

2. Since a Joker costume can get damn expensive, I decided to put my Monroeville Zombies hockey jersey to good use and dress up as a zombified hockey player for Halloween. I took a picture of my face using my cell phone.

3. I’ve started up my Netflix account again. I am currently watching the first seasons of Dexter, Extras, and Torchwood. Good stuff all around.

4. November is shaping up to be a good month for me. I’ll be turning 23 on the 19th, and I’ve got a $400 deposit from Verizon Wireless heading my way this month as well. Woot!

5. I’ve returned to Candy Mountain.

Allow me to preface this by saying that my idea of a good Grand Theft Auto IV session involves the slaughter of countless innocents, wave after wave of police officers and the destruction of every vehicle in Liberty City. That being said, I just had a very disturbing thought — no, scratch that, it was more of an internal discourse that happened shortly after speeding past a playground with a considerable number of police cars in hot pursuit. (In Grand Theft Auto IV, that is, not real life.) It went something like this:

“There should be children in Liberty City. Where are they?”

“Why, do you want to maim and mangle them, too?”

I had to pause for a moment to ponder that one. I mean, it’s not so much that I want to, but for the sake of realism…

Yeah, the title of this post pretty much sums it up.

I found a pretty sweet deal down at the local CD Tradepost; ten Mega Man games in one for the Nintendo GameCube. (That’s right, Joe. I’m finally showing the GameCube some love.) I’ve been waxing nostalgic for the NES games from my childhood ever since I started watching the Angry Video Game Nerd’s game reviews. So, I hooked up the GameCube and took a stroll down memory lane.

As it turns out, memory lane is a long and jagged road, frought with annoying obstacles and pain-in-the-ass robots. I figured that it would be a breeze after a decade or so. I mean, I’ve had a lot of gaming experience since then. That doesn’t seem to matter much, though. Each stage seems to have some sort of insurmountable obstacle, and the checkpoints are few and far in between.

I don’t think I ever called Mega Man a “fucking shit-bag” before today. He was pretty shocked to hear such foul language coming out of my mouth. Regardless, I will beat those games. It’s just going to take some time.

I’ve pretty much decided at this point that I’m going to sell my World of Warcraft account. So the question becomes: How do I go about selling it? I mean, I’m obviously not going to give the login information to anyone until I’ve been paid. Would eBay be the best choice?

I wonder how much I’m likely to get for an account that has a level 70 undead rogue and a level 64 draenei warrior.

Suggestions are welcome. I’ll probably get the ball rolling on selling my account within the next week.