Have you ever had your brain try to send your lips a word, which on some subconscious level it assures you it is the right word for the situation at hand, and you find yourself uttering a word that you’ve never spoken in 30 odd years or have even heard anyone else use since you were knee-high to a grasshopper?

In a meeting today, as I spoke to several managers, I was trying to describe how a particular piece of programming done by another agency and which we have agreed to now host on our company’s website, was going to be in need of a close review before implementation to make sure it contained no oddities or peculiarities that would prevent it from running properly in our system-based environment.

I found my brain trying to tell my mouth to say the word “cockamayme” but it had trouble clarifying that for me and for the first few seconds I found myself repeating the word cocka, cocka, cocka like some retarded chicken with a hangover. The end of the word finally made it out of my mouth and the more senior members of the group laughed aloud and some said they hadn’t heard anyone use that word since their mother said it to them when they were toddlers.

Two younger coworkers in their mid-twenties stated that they had never heard the word and looked puzzled and asked for an explanation. One of the two then turned to me and said that she thought I used to be cool and knew that her and other young people at work often looked upon me as one of their kind even though they know I’m in my mid-forties.

She whispered that this will all change the moment she informs her younger coworkers that I know senior-speak.

Dear Diary,

Today was productive. I headed south out of Megaton as I had planned. After trivial encounters with the usual suspects (dogs, mole rats, etc), I ended up near Fairfax, where those Outcast dudes were hanging out guarding their precious “fort”.

Not wishing to partake in any of their self righteous bull, I swung east. I came upon a serwer waystation (I think they call them liftstations in some areas). Well, not being one to be able to resist an adventure, I went a lookin’. After killing many bugs and ghouls, I encountered what must have been an insane ghoul. He was wearing a party hat. Was is the operative word here. After looting his nicely stored locker room, I proceeded to trundle all this junk back to Megaton.

Not having anywhere to store my loot, I remembered what the local sherrif had said: “he’d give me a shack to live in if I diffused the bomb Megaton is built around”. Done deal, walked down there, diffused it and no one was the wiser, not even those kooks “Children of the Atom“. Now I have myself a nice little abode, where I store all my shit I’m not ready to sell (hey, it might have a use in the future). Hell, I even got a robo-butler, calls himself Wadsworth.

Interesting to note: someone has put a bounty on my head. Three “Talon” dudes (I assume them to be a bounty hunter group… I dunno, dead people don’t speak) tried to jump me while I was looting the sewer station. Regardless, you know how this ends: their armor fits me nicely I was due for an upgrade, my Vault gear was getting extremely worn…

All settled in to my new shack, I headed off North to Bigtown to clear up some unfinished business. It required I liquidate a few Supers. In the process I encountered a “centaur” looking thing… that ate up alot of my ammo… but as a bonus I picked up a 5mm minigun… suh-weet!!

Gettin’ dark. I better head back home. I’ll come back in daylight…

I know it ain’t normal to see new posts on a Sunday, but I just thought I’d inform you that it’s naturally -35 degrees Celcius right now. Then you can go and add all that voodoo windchill magic onto that.

MY arse froze shut along time ago…

Ok, been thinking about Fallout 3 and I’ve come to identify this basic combat issue that permeates the game and downgrades the happiness experience in terms of immersion and common fucking sense.

To sum it up: killing unarmored persons should not require 3 blasts or more from a combat shotgun… ever.

Someone running around in standard issue Vault-Tec Jumpsuit should fold at the first impact of a round into their body… let alone a shotgun blast from ANY gauge of ammunition. Hell, I put 4 rounds of .32 into a guy and he just kept whacking me with his lead pipe. Try it at home. Get your wife to pop you in the chest with a firearm at 5 meters or less.

You ain’t gonna be chasing after her with a lead pipe. I doubt you’ll be doing anything… ever again.

Well, here we are. The first Friday of a new Year. What better way to start than wasting your time with mindless links!?

Ever wanted to learn how to farm with dynamite? Perhaps you’d like to see how many days are left until the Mayan apocalypse, which is scheduled to occur October 12, 4772. Or perhaps you’d like to learn the Nato Phonetic Alphabet? If so, check out this Lima India Mike Alpha (that means “link”. Thanks to: my wife for this one).

A quick note from Monica Phelan, she send us a link to a women prefer “Blank” over sex’ survey winner: The Internet.
Bill Gates swells with pride, downloads prematurely.

For the last 5 years, I’ve been writing a “screenplay” for a TV series in my basement. It’s really easy to cast for, since it uses LEGO bricks for everything. Byron P. has inadvertently reminded me to get back to work on it when he sent me in a link to BrickFilms.

Tanya Vermani sends us a link to a list of movies based on video games. It’s pretty huge, and if you’re a video gamer like me, it’s pretty interesting. The Bioshock one looks cool. Sure hope there’s plans for a Fallout 3 TV series or something. It’s a great premise…

You from the States? Ever wanted to know why you keep getting other peoples mail? Here’s a handy utility that’ll check how many people have the same name as you: HowManyofMe? Caution, it’s fantastically slow here at work. Thanks to Wilfred Mann for that one.

Charlie McNutt sends us a link to Archive.org, one of the webs best sources for royalty free material. Thanks Charlie, we’ll be using this alot for LabTV.

Shirleen P. wants to let us know that tomorrow won’t be just any old day, it’ll be the “Festival of Sleep” Day! She says to visit THIS SITE throughout the year to learn what holiday/commemorative day is taking place so that you can fire up the oven on “Nation Crown Roast of Pork Day” (March 7) or drop ‘em on “No Pants Day“. I bet if I use the latter I’ll be able to get out of going to work… or at least be sent home Good god, I’m born in “Prune Breakfast Month”…

Finally, Jennifer sends us a link to a Little Photoshop of Horrors! Travel forward in time to a frightening future, where the miracle of computer graphics lets us see what our fresh faced celebrities will look like in the year 2034.

And finally-finally, kudos to Jerome Waslin for naming the correct person who’s quotes I’ve been using at the end of Fridays link posts: Bruce Campbell, star of stage and screen. However, I never really meant it to be a contest, so you just get a harty slap on the back and a “good for you”.

To reduce the amount of email I get, I’ll just let you know who is dropping the line I quote… next time. This week, I’ll close with my last Bruce Campbell quote from Army of Darkness…

“It’s 1300 AD“