>I finally got my Doom3, legitimately. I’ve been playing a bit of deathmatch. It’s somewhat interesting, the tournament mode is where it’s at — only two people play at a time, others queue up and play the winner. The server responds well, and you get to rest inbetween matches while seeing how well the other people play. It’s such a detailed game, just watching the people pull out their guns, sneak around corners, and set up traps with the shadows is quite entertaining.

When I went to my Dad’s to pick up “my birthday present” it was quite the experience with the step-mom. I suppose it ought to be called the “Doom Visit”. It was harsh. She was in rare form, disagreeing with me about everything, especially all the computer knowledge that she thinks she knows. She rattles off terms, and that may work for my father, but I’m not impressed, you don’t even know what you’re talking about, you’re speaking gibberish.

Whenever I’m talking to my dad all I hear about is how he has no money because she’s not working, things are hard, yadda yadda yadda… then when we’re talking about getting his computer upgraded, she has to have all the same upgrades on her machine, even more “because I’ll be working with pictures”. You haven’t worked with pictures yet, you’re full of crap… and why do you need all the same stuff as him? Jealous much? You’re not pulling your weight, would take at least a horse or two to do that… once you start working, or manange to bambooze the government into giving you a check — then you can talk.