Super Mutant Soup

Oh no... The beast has returned. I haven't dived into a video game coma for what I believe is over a year. I've been away. I've been in the garage playing with my power tools. Creating objects to make my house a bit more functional or my pocketbook a bit less scrawny. Regardless I've been creating blister, calluses and gathering skills and tools to my ever expanding domain. Something changed. I was sick yesterday. I actually had an injury which prevented me from walking normal. It was both bizarre and nearly impossible to rely here. Regardless, I'm fine now. As a consequence though, I stayed home from work rather than go there in the buff. I'm sure my co-workers are pleased that I made this choice.

So. I'm not ill, but still unable to go to work. So I sat in my office and fired up an old game. Fallout 3. I'm back. Sweet Mercy. I forgot. Computer, I love you. I'm sorry I was absent for so long. I spent over 11 hours of sick day game play.

So I fired up the game, and started to recall this game I completed over a year ago. I roamed the District of Columbia wasteland in the year 2277. Apparently the USA and China went to war in 2077 and blew the world to absolute oblivion. Like rats and cockroaches, the human race survived. You and your family were lucky enough to survive in an underground bomb shelter for the last 200 years. Well, now you have emerged. And the wasteland will never be the same.

I'm a little do-gooder on a mission to find my lost daddy. Seems simple enough. Well... in order to find him I have to complete a couple hundred quest. Each quests allows me to be good or bad. So there I am, in scavenged armour and 30lb sledge hammer ridding the former US capital of horribly mutated irradiated men, crazed post-apocalyptic nuclear winter type animals and authoritarian robots. I spend my day, drinking radioactive colas, trading scrap metal with dirty traders, hacking computer terminals, picking locks, disarming mines and searching the rumble for useless items for others. Items like, sensor modules, power armour, satellite dishes and the Declaration of Independence. It's a real hoot.

There goes another 40 hours of my life.

Look! Stupid Pictures!

Yeah! It seems my exhaustion has addled my brain. What was that? It was always this way?

Saving a few bucks on airfare...

You tell him he looks stupid. Well? Go on!
Ballet never seemed this interesting to me...

You tell me what this one means, cause I'm not sure.


This is the fist morning in what seems like an eternity without coffee. Here I am at almost 1:00 wondering how I'm suppose to get through the next 5 hours. Today, starting at Cisco configs is like holding up the world. I suddenly feel quite bad for Altlas. Poor soul. Though unlike Atlas, I have no merciful Perseus willing to exchange information for a quick release from my suffering. Ah for another Gorgon head lying around the office! Of course if I am to be turned to stone then what would I do with those free movie tickets in my wallet.

My poor wallet. Sitting alone on the bedside table wondering why I left him behind. "WAIT!! DON'T GO! Sigh...You took the phone, your mp3 player and even that good for nothing blue tooth headset you're forced to carry. Why am I not worry of your morning preparations?" I'm missing it right about now though. I'll tell you what!

Believe me the coffee break (what a horrible use of that phrase) was not my intention. I fully planned to worship at the alter of Starbucks this morning. Seeing as I was exhaustion from the events of my household, that I have zero intention of barring here, I was already quite late to work. My lovely and equally tired wife made me a lunch but we agreed to forgo making coffee.

"No biggie, I'm already late. I'll stop at the Starbucks."


I just took a little cat nap. I need a gizmo so I can sleep at the office and no one will know. Nevermind. Thank you Internet!

Oh look. Only 4 hours and 15 minutes left.

Vintage Computer Ads

So... did you clear a warehouse for the server?

Talk About User Friendly!

Portable? With a back brace...

You're going to love all the wasted man hours!

Bargins Galore!

Compact? Seriously?

If Bill said it, I believe it and that's that!

I love the idea that this was 'micro' anything!

Very nice! Yes, the computer too..