Call fo Duty 2: Modern Warfare

This game has sucked me in. I am loving it. I played multiplayer today with Matt and got my bearings, now I'm working through the campaign. I'm not terribly good at it yet, but am holding my own mostly. I'd love it if I wouldn't have to break the dogs' necks so often.

I DLd the Mortal Kombat pack, just the trial so far... I LOVE MK2 on SNES and still have it (and what's more, it's operational still). Not sure I really want to buy it for xbox but we'll see how the trial goes.

The Baconing continues to be greatness.

I had a scary moment with my xbox this week: I left it running to DL a game while I went out to symphony. I got home 4 hours after I had set it to running, and found it off. This is strange. It's not overheated, the power box light was still yellow, everything seemed normal, except that the controller wouldnt' turn it on and no amount of mashing the power button the box would cause it to light up. Panic is building, but at least it's not the red ring of death. I get online and look at the Troubleshooting options, and after a lot of back and forth between computer and xbox, the problem was solved and life resumed as usual. It was a tense 15 minutes though!

My parents bought a house in my hometown, so they're nearby now, at least for the winter. My sister and brother and their families came over to see the new house today. I brought over some food to my parents and when I got there was surprised to see my siblings and parents all having a nice little party. No one thought to invite the black sheep I guess. Anyway, I brought food so they let me in. We got to talking about paint choices for the dinig room... my parents had picked out this awful light brown shade "to match the floors and window shades". I think it's too much of one color and said so. My sister in law, whom I don't get along with very well, said that brown wasn't bad, and that they should make sure the use the same paint schedme throughout the entire house or else "nobody will ever buy it because people aren't going to buy a house they have to repaint themselves". I think that's total crap and I said so, then she started "proving" to me what she's right. (Except that she's not.) I went on to give my opinion (note I didn't say "fact") that I think each room should be painted to whatever color suits the person who lives in it, even if it's not the same as the other rooms. I think the furniture and purpose of the room can dictate the color just as much as personal taste. She said I was wrong and that I have no taste (hmmm.. that's the second time I've been accused of that- although last time it was from a stranger pretty much, and they commented I have less taste than a color blind transvestite, based on my shoe choice, which they never actually saw in person). So at that point I decided I couldn't be trusted not to say vile things at her so I grabbed my plate, purse and water and took off. I say good bye and shut the door just as my dad was coming in from the other room, asking "are you leaving?". I feel really bad now because I didn't hug him goodbye or anything, but they had known I was leaving soon anyway since I teach piano Monday nights. I also know that my tongue can turn poisonous around my sister in law so the less opportunity I had to say anything awful, the better.

There's more to write but it's a school night and I'm up way to late as it is.