For when the metal ones decide to come for you… and they will.

Strangely enough, this morning’s Wired article about Robots Invading San Francisco for a robot battle-royale neglected to mention whether the event was being held in an adjacent hotel to the Old Glory Robot Insurance Convention, which should also be in town. If so, that sure would be convenient.

Well, is back at our place, arriving just in time to watch JT and I play Baldur’s Gate 2 on the Playstation until 2am. I love love love that game. Yesterday’s work crap had me stressing to tear the heads off of something, so JT was kind enough to head to the mall and buy it for us to play. The classes are sweeeeeet in it. JT’s playing the dark elf monk and I’m the moon elf necromancer. Half the fun for me last night was me coming up with a name for every pet skeleton I raised. I want, in fact, to go play it right now, but Mr. T is asleep still.

Well, speak of the devil (and start watching goofy videos off Chalupa too loudly) and he wakes up. It must have been the Chris Rock video, “How not to get your ass kicked by the police” that did it.

Anywho… brunch anyone?