Need a light? Edit: As a fair warning, it's possible that this post may remain at the top of this blog until the release of the promised land. So until I'm ready to replace it with what will no doubt be a screenshot or unit description of the flowing milk and honey, I shall simply insert updates as edits here. Monday: It's rare that I get chance to say "It's Monday. I'm a dumbass." I completely forgot the significance of today until around 7:30. I haven't watched the Heroes season finale yet, and it just went off the air, but I WILL watch it tonight(I love tivo.). However, I won't post my impressions for fear of ruining a second of it for those who can't see it tonight. So, I shall simply post a prediction: It is awesome. So far the new Wainwright album certainly isn't letting me down. Unfortunately, America is letting our dear Rufus down, but then, who isn't let down these days? So far the only song I can't stop listening to is Going to a Town, but the album overall at least sounds very pleasant, so I'm sure at some point it will be glued to the CD player in my car. With that, I must leave to eradicate the uncontrolled Garm Brood. Let us all have a moment of silence for our dear fellow Cerebrate, Zasz. /cry Edit: It took me a day or two of playing, but my micro's getting stronger, my resource management is returning, and I finally have a pretty strong Protoss building order. I think it's high time I abandoned the Zerg, as they simply don't have the power I'm looking for. After a nearly five year hiaitus, the time when I can honestly say that Mastahblastah is back is fast approaching. I'm in U.S. West realm by the way, just because. Incidentally, I STILL say Carrier/Arbiter combos are the exclusive end-game build for a Protoss player. When you support this with an Observer or two and some Archons, it's still very difficult to put a stop to for most players. Early game, the Reaver drop still hurts like hell but it leaves you a little too vulnerable for my taste. But anyway. It is four o'clock. It is time to fuck the bitches. PEACE, MY KEGGERS! | 
