the music ignites the night with passionate fire/the narration crackles and pops with incendiary wit

Just got home. Head sore from being in town all day without much sleep. Got quite a few applications. Got... hit on. That was weird. I waved the guy off. Creepy.

Also dropped by the little video game store in downtown since firefly99 told me picking up the original MGS1 would be worth my time. Mr. Store Owner had three copies of the game.

Mr. Store Guy: I got three. Twenty five dollars.
Lucy: Holy crap, really?
Mr. Store Guy: :rattles off facts about how rare the game is:
Lucy: You know, I often wish you were like every other used game dealer and sold all your old gens for two bucks.
Mr. Store Guy: :grins in a throughly smug manner: Yeah, I know.

And he offered to drop the price to nineteen dollars. Still out of my price range, but nice. I'm gonna try to emulate the game first and if I can't I'll probably cave and sell back a handful of my own games to get it. Damn the pull of MGS. Damn it to hell.

I'm about to either play Mother 3 or throw on RENT. Seems once every six months I rock out to it for a week, then don't touch it again for a long while.

-Lucy

ETA: SPORTS NIGHT BLOOPER REEL! Oh, my lovely foul-mouthed boys and girls. How I miss you. ♥