“See those things over there?” Sam asked, pointing down a surprisingly pristine sewer tunnel. Shadows lurched and shifted in a rolling mass, not quite yet exposed to the flashlight Sam sliced through the darkness. “Kinda.” Ben squinted where Sam was pointing. “What are they?” “Hell if I know. There’s a lot of ’em, they’re coming this way, and we’re in the God Damned sewers. You stay here and get autographs, I’m getting the hell out of here,” he quipped, already moving toward another open tunnel.

Well, I’m now all moved into my new apartment and all that remains is the laborious unpacking phase. I’ve got an RCN tech coming down tomorrow so I have internet access, and I’ve already managed to get my bedroom, bathroom, and the kitchen situated. I still have no couch, but I’m working on that, and I even have a small idea of how to arrange the front room so I can keep my preposterous collection of books.

Isn’t this a beautiful piece of equipment? I did a few songs to ensure full functionality, and it surpassed my every expectation. It’s so sensitive, I could breath on it. The arrows are indented just enough so it seems like an arcade pad. I removed an arrow to see how they were made, and found half an inch of plexyglass backed by felt. Not exactly the arcade design, but very impressive!

I’ve spent most of my time after work packing, but I did read an article about Sony today that raised my ire. Apparently global workforces are a great boon to industry, but if those same workforces import hardware at lowered costs, laws are mysteriously broken. Fancy that. Due to a series of lawsuits filed against Lik Sang, one of the biggest game and hardware importers has been forced out of business by none other than Sony.

Well, Ryan came down for the Chicago Marathon and all he wanted more than anything else was to qualify for the Boston Marathon. In order to do that, he had to run 26 miles in three hours and ten minutes. According to the electronic chip they assigned him, he ran it in three hours and twelve minutes. Even accounting for the extra minute Boston allows, Ryan’s time was still thirteen seconds too long.