The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Ninth Level of Hell - Cocytus!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very High

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I don't know quite how to explain it. I'm restless. I don't seem to have it in me to pay attention to anything for more than about 20 minutes. Movies are way too long a commitment to bother with. I don't game much because there's only so much progress you can make in 3 minutes. Books work to keep me occupied for a few hours, but I find my mind wandering elsewhere every few pages. I haven't slept well for months. I rarely eat more than 1 meal a day, because I just don't find myself hungry enough to eat more. And I don't do anything about any of this because I can't make my mind up one way or the other long enough to act on it.

So yeah, I suppose my life is one giant flaming mess.

My new IP address is 24.112.155.181 if you're looking for my ftp.

Let me tell you why I suck.

Let's say I'm having a conversation with someone and let's say it's even remotely going well. Well then I get all excited, I'm like JoJo, the idiot circus boy with a pretty new pet. The pet is my conversation. Oh, my pretty little pet, I love you. So, I stroke it, and I pet it, and I massage it. Hehe, I love it, I love my little naughty pet, you're naughty! And then I take my naughty pet and I go (tears dinner roll apart) chhhhhhhh, chhhhhhhhh, OOOOHHHHHHH. I KILLED IT! I KILLED MY CONVERSATION! That's when I blow it.

Thank you, Chris Farley, for summing up my life.

I had an awesome time this weekend. And I needed an awesome time. So now I'll return to the usual depressing tedium for awhile. And think my ass off.

Also, I'm the worst photographer in the world, and didn't take any god damn pictures.

^_^

And I swear, that'll be the only time I ever type that.

Fight Club might well be my favourite movie of all time. And since it's been way too long since I last watched it, I did so tonight. I know. What an exciting update.

A hundred an' fity channels fo' free. An' all the mizovies you can watch!

Trailer Park Boys rules.

Update pending.

Boss 1: Shit Demon

So for kicks, I finally went back to Return to Castle Wolfenstein, and beat it. It seemed a good segue from Spearhead, to a stupider FPS, like say, Serious Sam. And while I knew what was coming, I can't over emphasize how stupid it was that the final boss of the game was Rob Zombie. The original game featured Hitler in a Robot-suit as a last boss. This was nearly 20% less stupid than Rob Zombie.

Boss 2: Super Soldat, aka Nazi Robot of Doom

So the three bosses, in order are: The Shit Demon from Dogma, Someone who is not Hitler, in a robot suit, and Rob Zombie.

Don't get me wrong. Parts of the game are quite good. Namely the 13 minutes between fighting through a crypt full of Zombies, and the appearance of robots. But perhaps I just wasn't in the mood for a fantasy FPS, or didn't quite like jumping back and forth from one, to a good World War 2 game.

Boss 3: The entire game, Nazis attempt to resurrect an invincible, Medieval German prince. And then he turns out to be Rob Zombie. It was something of a letdown.

And that's probably why I'm most disappointed. When you're not forced to fight Nazi Eskimo Hookers, or Nazi Ninjas, or Demonic rockstars, it's a great game. For the first time in history, someone made a flamethrower that actually looks good, and works close to properly.

It was also short, but at least it chewed up more time than Unreal 2.

Oh, it also had the now standard tossed in stealth mission. And it might be the worst stealth mission I've come across yet. In fact, that's why I gave up on it in the first place. There's a 2^nd one tossed in near the end, but that was easy to the point where I didn't mind.

Now, the fantasy elements can be explained away by the not-quite-real ambiance of the original game, so they're somewhat forgiveable, but if ever a game shouldn't have had anything remotely stealthy to it, it's a sequel to Wolfenstein 3D.

I finally know why Transplants reminds me so much of Rancid. There's a member of Rancid. That'd do it. And Travis from Blink 182. Which also helps place why the drummer looked so familiar. Yeah, I'm Smrt. And bored. So I think perhaps I'll do some writing.

I can't feel my lips. Or my tongue. Or my gums.

Oh boy!

Jerry Bruckheimer, Horrible Movie Producer Extraordinare, is making Pirates of the Carribean. And it's coming out July 9. It's looking remarkably Monkey Islandish.

Anyways, there's little doubt in my mind that it will be awful. Even so, I imagine I'll go see it, because I'm thinking it's going to be the fun kind of awful. And if it is the fun kind of awful, than The Haunted Mansion might be livable too.

I'm tired. But I finally figured out why Jedi Outcast kept crashing (no more EAX for me), and after goofing around with models, saber hilts, Omnimod, etc. etc. etc, it's a fanboy's dream.

Oh, and I think everything's in place to go up to Ottawa for Easter Weekend. Yeeha!

Ugggh. It takes an annual reminder, for me to remember why I avoid Arbys like the plague.