- Bomb Texas for freedom -

In roughly 25 hours from now, I’m going to have my hands on a $120 dollar cat helmet, with some story boards, special DVDs, and Halo3.

Woo hoo

Sort of.

I realized I have to prepare for the video game event of the year, I mean if microsoft can get the royal swedish ballet team to perform interpretive dance in honor of this game, I can at least put a couple of hours in for getting ready.

Although I would be amiss if I didn’t discuss Marie.  What happened, didn’t she make contact for Halo3?

Well sort of.

We caught up with each other in Dublin actually.  It was pleasant walking along the Liffy, and just hitting pub after pub.  But when my time was up I had to go home, and she stayed in her underground base in a xbox live center there.

We didn’t discuss Halo3, and we didn’t discuss my acquisition either.   Although I knew she knew, I think somewhere it broke her heart.

She committed suicide a month later.

I thought about her all day today, and no matter how much I love the girl I’m with, it’s sort of hard to get a wild sexually promiscuous freedom fighter out of your head.

So I spent the day thinking about her as I got ready.  I set up curtains to block the sun from the TV and I thought about her burgandy colored hair.  I bought three bottles of game fuel, and I thought about how sweet she tasted.  I bought mouse traps and I remembered how she had a pet rat.

Ah yeah Marie.   I loaded up batteries in my controller, oiled up the holster, and tested and retested my connection.  3mbps download, 727k upload.
Just the way you would have wanted it.

Maybe, if is my last fight sweet-heart, I’ll see you in the great beyond and you can tell me if it was worth it.

Especially if I’m paying 120 bucks for a cat helmet, even if I don’t have a cat.