Distress Signal Three: Electric Boogaloo

Well, apparently the computers here at the Academic Lab have a nasty habit of chopping messages - this is mildly hilarious, because students who do not have computers are encouraged to come here to type papers as opposed to Blog Posts. Needless to say, I'm much happier that I lose my opportunity to talk about Curry and Steak, as opposed to the entire half of some Med Paper.

I got to play Killing Floor for the first time in a year yesterday, with Toramaru and John. I did awful. I tried to play Berserker, and I basically jumped in the way of everyone ever, and tried to arm-wrestle Fleshpounds. They couldn't break my Nippon Spirit, just my Nippon Spine. For the first time in ages, though, my Steam-Page says something other than, "Games Played: ___".

While that was the most mindless fun I've had in about a year, things are looking grim for the Craptop once more. I got a call late after prepping the house for a buyer with my mother, where he basically said:

"Um, Zack? Your Hard-drive won't start, for some reason. I've taken it out and plugged it into a bigger computer with hopes of jolting it back to live."

I'm kind of crossing my fingers, because if it can pull a Zombie and come back from the grave, it'll have Windows Seven, which means I can once again clink around in MSPaint and post Blog-Doodles as opposed to just "So, I cooked this today".

Or maybe I can do both.

Either way, it's a big "If", if John can't salvage it, I don't really know what to do - I might try to sponge my Father's, if he'll let me. That'd give me until the end of the week, though, because he's deployed at the moment. He'll...probably be pissed-off, too. We haven't been answering his calls in protest of, "Hey, I love you guys, but I'm going to stay ripped the hell out of mind around you, because yeah."

It's like Cake - "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps", y'know?
I hope everything works.

I recently made filet mignon, with a nice bed of mushrooms and sauce which was kind of inspired by Nyabi's fondness for such things, and vegetable beef curry, because Sailors are so Hollywood, and Murasa's where it's at.

Speaking of things Nyabi inspires, awhile back he ordered something called a "Chicago Dog"?
I did, too, after we finally finished making my sister's room presentable for the open-house. (Which meant cleaning behind her dresser, hanging curtain-rods, and doing all the laundry she replaced her carpet with) Of all the celebratory hot-dogs I've had, that is probably the first and best.

Also, in finale, Sparrow has encouraged me to read, "Storm of Iron" from the Warhammer series. I'm just nerdy enough to try this, so I'll be hoofing it to the local library to see what we've got. If they've got nothing, I'm going to look for Dune, because Paul Atreides has a cool name.

All this said, I have to get to Microbial.
Take care, guys.