...proper motivation!

Here we see our Levelord, the Good and Humble, inspiring the Great Castle to produce an entire set of incredible Condition Zero levels.

Don't laugh, it works!

I have a good excuse, though, for the miscall.  No sleep.  The first thing to go with fatigue is the brain.  Then come the auditory hallucinations, followed by the visuals, and then the visits from dead relatives and friends.

I had been up for like 30+ hours when I did that update.  Not complaining mind you, but crunching has its toll.  Strangely fitting word, 'crunching'.  Sounds bad at first, really bad, ...then you remember that you like crunchy things like breakfast cereals and snacks, ...and chocolate covered Iranian frogs.  Hmmm...

...anyways, ...that was the second time last week I worked a double day.  The first, I call it Tuesnesday, ended with some comedy.  Actually, I feel very bad about it, but it was funny.

After being at the office for two days straight, I finally got home at 7am.  I fell asleep immediately, of course, then woke up an hour later strangely alert and perky.  That seems to happen often after long periods of no sleep.  The perkiness lasted maybe an hour before I fell back asleep again, this time for about 6-7 hours.

I woke up to the phone ringing.  Figured it was the office calling.  It wasn't.  It was some god damned telemarketer.  They hung up just as I got to the phone.  I checked my caller ID list and found it was one of the names that pop up about once a month.  Half delirious, I wrote the number down and started to call them back.

The line was busy, naturally, but I kept hitting redial.  After 5 minutes, I got through, but nobody responded when I said "Hello?".  They waited a few moments, in silence, then hung up.

I repeated this cycle, calling until I got past the busy signal, and a few more speechless pick ups.  Finally someone answered.  They seemed surprised.  I mean, who would be calling them.  I proceeded to go ballistic telling them to take me off their list and stop calling once a month.  It was dinner time for normal people, for one thing, and for me it was precious sleep time.  She insisted that they do not have a list and that each unsuccessful call is followed by the name and number being tossed into the trash can.  Ya, sure, bitch!

This is when I really hit the fan, ...me being the shit, that is.  I used just about every four letter word I could bring to mind.  "There's no need for all that, sir", she replied.  I got even more crazy.  I finally asked for the name of her organization so that I could call the Better Business Bureau and file a complaint.

In a calm voice, she told me she was with the Shriners Hospital (they provide free, specialized medical care to children).  Long silence on both sides of the phone.  I apologized, explained my situation, hung up, and have felt like a complete heel ever since.  Why is it the one time you finally break and let it all out, it's at a charity group rather than some mortgage company or pest controllers.

The picture above, by the way, is of our Blessed Levelad at the age of about 5-years old.  The carpet he is sleeping on is in my living room still today.  It is really weird to stand on it and have just one of my feet occupy the same area as my entire body did back then ;)

...I'm sitting outside catching a smoke, just as the road crew pulls away this morning.  I could actually hear the child in my head screaming and kicking because I wouldn't bend over and write "LEVELORD" in the fresh, virgin cement.

Speaking of virgins (sorry, can't pass up that link)...

...I am also amazed how so many things in life, completely different from sex, remind me of sex.  I mean, I catch myself using sex as a metaphor for almost everything, ...and if not sex, then food, ...which itself often comes right back to sex, ...but, anyways,

Where the hell were you other lasses a few months ago when I was so lonely!

The bird in the hand?  ...with jet black hair? ...I've been with her before!  She's great, and I've been waiting for years to get back with her again.  Years, ...but, hmmm, ...this redhead, never had one of THOSE before.  Shit, that blonde is nice, too, with a great rack to-boot.

When it rains, it pours, ...but it's always better being wet than dry!

I don't know.  I check the site once a month or so, and had just about given up hope.  I mean, I have put special crates in my game, and even mentioned them in a recent interview, but I figured they were gone for good.  Gone for good, how fitting that would have been!