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Again with the multitasking

I didn't pull this off too well last time I tried it, but we'll try it again. I'm currently:
  • watching "All Quiet on the Western Front"
  • doing Work work
  • listening to Sarah read celebrity dirt out of "The Academy Awards: The Complete Unofficial History"
  • blogging (clearly)

All Quiet is an amazing movie. Dark, terribly sad, still relevant. . . problem being, the version I'm watching is on VHS and unrestored, and while the picture isn't bad the sound is muddy as hell. I should be giving this movie more attention than I am, but too bad so sad. I'm not generally an elitist, but today I'm making an exception.

In entirely unrelated news, I'm a little obsessed with the whole genre of Tower Defence games. right now. (If you don't know what that is, just follow the link. Wikipedia will explain it better than I can. My gateway drug was Desktop TD, which I sucked at. Then I moved on to Vector TD (mastered in short order). Lately it's been Flash Element TD, which I can't beat to save my live. Many an hour has been lost to defending my towers. I could have learned a new language, built a church, or painted a self portrait, instead I've sunk 70,000 some odd hours into killing creeps.

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Jorge said…
You ae a pusher. A PUSHER!
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