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It's been nearly six months since my last haircut. People have started to notice. No less than three female friends have spontaneously offered compliments on my hair; I note this because it has historically been women who dictate the shape of my hair, and therefore this is a major reason why I haven't hit the barbershop.

I need to shave more often this way. It took me a while to get up to speed with this. With short hair I can let some stubble grow and look vaguely manlier, like that one Dr. House LJ icon you have. With longer hair and stubble, though, i look like some sort of dirty clown. Picture Ronald McDonald with three days of growth on. Hi kids.

Should I cut it back down to size before all these business meetings and mixers I have coming up? Probably I just think too much about these things.

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rserocki looked up the correct gesture for using the magnifier in Trauma Center — you need to draw a "C" around the bit to magnify, not a circle, even though your dumb nurse tells you to draw a circle. I got through the operation pretty easily with that information.

Actually, I can't help but notice that your nurse isn't depicted as wearing a mask during surgery (even though the player-character is) and also you have to visually find and pick up all the tools yourself, instead of just holding your hand out and saying what you want like we've all seen 'em do on TV. Stupid nurse, spraying mouth-cooties into my patient and not handing me things!

However, I did figure out tonight that the protagonist's name, Dr. Stiles, is probably a play on "stylus". Clever. (And it spells "DS" too.)

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When I have more time and less to do I shall launch a society for the advancement of applauding during movies.

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I had two dreams this morning.

First was a good dream. I was simply a passenger on a big jet, and enjoyed a few flights. All were smooth and relaxing, despite my nervousness about such things. Towards the end of the dream the pilot got fancy and performed backwards and even sideways take-offs and in all cases the experience was like riding a vast, flawless glass ramp into the sky.

Then I dreamed that I was home and Dick Cheney (who, for some reason, had a syrupy Southern accent) called me on the phone to gloat about how I had failed to detect his scheme and he was now free to carry on. I had no idea what he was talking about, but felt terrible about it, sure that if he was taking the trouble to call me then I must have been tasked with the mission to stop Dick Cheney and simply missed the memo. I asked him what he would do now, and he chuckled and said that I didn't need to know.

Apparently what tipped him off was that he had, from afar, noticed me reading some false Wikipedia pages that he had planted to entrap and confuse his pursuers. These were two pages on webcomics that my dreaming self had, in fact looked up prior to the phone call. The pages were bizarre: one looked as if someone had simply moved the discussion page onto the content page, and the other featured only a bland publicity photograph of a senatorial-looking black woman and some text about her, as well as a simple map of U.S. with the larger states labeled in blue MS Comic Sans. Through traffic analysis Cheney saw me spend time wondering at those pages, and then move on to something else; from this, he concluded that I was on his trail, but then got thrown off, just as he had intended.

Volity whee

The first because-I-said-so Volity Games Night is happening tonight. Grab the latest Gamut and log in, and come by the devchat (link at the bottom of the Game Finder window). Gamut lets you create a Volity Network account when you first launch it, if you don't already have one.

Note this is not a betapalooza, in that the Volity Games crew is not guaranteed to be around, and we're not doing anything special at 1000 Volity Towers (though I suppose you can come by anyway if you'd like, as we always like to witness unfiltered reactions to Volity gameplay). It's really more of a be-in to counter all the people showing up in the devcaht, one at a time, sad that there isn't anyone else to play with. "Well," sez I, "show up Wednesday."

Me, I'm gonna be up until gord-knows-when writing and then formatting a complete business plan draft for our meeting with an angelic representative tomorrow. whee