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Mad Rain

In your light I learn to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.
But sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

When the coffee is cold and sleep still eludes.... Thursday, March 26, 2009 |

Save the Words is an online Ouija board that brings dead nouns, verbs, and adjectives to life. Each of the words you'll find here was once a living, breathing part of our language. Being a lexiphanic, and at times having been referred to as callipygious, I love this site.

The Reasons I am Sick, and Soon to Die.
An amusing little read.

Idle Monsters who want so desperately to be loved and accepted. I love Jimbo...

Questionable Content; one of many webcomics I love, this one in particular for the music references....and for the AnthroPC's. :)

smART History; self-explanatory, highly addicting...

So much to do....I will sleep when I'm dead....

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The cause of tonight's mass hysteria |

Assembler 3, by Bryce Summer, is a game about TWITCHING RAGE or to be more specific, a physics-based puzzle game with 44 levels, in which you must carefully position green objects within their equally green outlines. It's sort of like you're recreating a crime scene where an innocent wooden crate or barrel was murdered. It was probably done by hanging or drowning, since the outlines are usually located in mid-air or submerged in water. In order to solve the crime, you must stack other crates and girders so they will support the green objects unwobblingly.

Just click and drag stuff around with your mouse; it's very intuitive.

Analysis: What is not so freakin' intuitive is the skittish, cracked-out physics engine, which has a habit of making the piece of flotsam you're holding spin around like the Tasmanian Devil after three espressos, knocking the living spit out of everything else you're trying to balance. It's strange, because these boxes look like they're made from wood, but they feel like they're made from monkeys. Weightless, somewhat sticky monkeys who have no mass but nevertheless contain all of the world's evil.

What is really fantastic is the incessant knocking and clattering sounds that your evil weightless monkey crates make as you fidget and fuss them into position. It's enough to make you cry "Oh glee!" and pop a dozen festive aspirin. There is also a level editor.

Maddening and compelling, Assembler 3 is sure to scratch your itch for GRAAAAAAAGH JUST STAY ON THE STUPID WEDGE YOU MOTHERLESS SON OF A DRIFTWOOD BANDIT PUNCH YOU IN THE MRRAAAAAAAAAAAGH UGLY-FACE! "

***JayisGames summed it up better than I ever could***

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