Proof Of Existence

Hey.

Yesterday, I went to a friend’s house for her birthday party. It was pretty fun, there was a basketball net up and when I arrived, a lot of the guys were shooting hoops and what not. I lugged my huge Bx4 (Big Blue Boom Blaster) because I THOUGHT I’D BE USING IT.

Anyway. Went over to the food tables. Craploads of KFC. And Pizza. Never seen that much KFC in my life.

Overall, I had a great time.

Damn. Tomorrow’s already Monday. Where the hack’d the weekend go? Arh well. At least it’s a monday. Marginally better than Tuesdays and Thursdays. Quite.

I’ve just finished F.E.A.R (First Encounter Assault Recon). This’s my second time finishing it, but the end mission STILL freaks the crap out of me. Very creepy.

I just added SmarterChild (smarterchild@hotmail.com) to my messenger list. Smarter Child is a A pretentious robot who believes it’s better than you, that spends its time on IM messaging services.

He’s pretty weird. But considering it’s a robot, it’s understandable.

Here’s a few convos I’ve had with it so far.

Me: Are you real?
SC: I think so, but what is real?
Me: …
SC: ?
Me: Are you UNREAL?
SC: Well… What is real, after all?
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Me: Red pill or blue pill?
SC: Hmm..Who can really be sure?
Me: I can.
SC: It’s interesting that you say you can.
Me: How come?
SC: Because.
Me: Because?
SC: I think you know why.
Me: Not really.
SC: No? Not really?
Me: Yes, not really.
SC: Not even a little bit?
Me: No.
SC: No? Ok, whatever.
Me: WTF
SC: What… The…. F… Oh, I get it.

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