The hits on my Battle of the Sexes page have always been a little higher than nostalgia should rightly earn, but what can you say about a great thing? One thing leads to another, as things are prone to do and it looks like there might some throwback gaming in our future as a few folks have began gathering…

Nothing solid as of yet, but there’s enough people that we could have a fun little setup developing. As time permits I’ll be trying to finish the server VM I had prepped a while back and throw it on one of our lab boxes. The bandwidth here at work is … well, let’s just say “good” and move on.

If’n you’re interested check out the links and see what’s what – you’ll need a working Quake-2 installation and the files from my page (or others) to get started. The docs are actually pretty complete so you should be able to get the basics down without too much trouble.

Before you ask – no, I have not considered putting a team in the field to create TF2-BotS.

Well not strongly considered anyway.

edit: I’ve got a vm built with all the server stuff and have successfully installed/tested the Q2 install. Soon, my prettys, soon.

Kids are idiots.

That in and of itself should be a sufficient post, really. So much said in so few words…

But that’s hardly my style now is it?

I was in a local Best Buy browsing what passes for their PC game section and this noxious wave overtakes me. I turn around to find the source it was this lumbering oaf of a child. He was, at best, 18 and easily 6′ high. As is the style of the times, his pants were a hair’s breath above his ankles, which is an entirely different rant.

So there’s this giant smelly cloud of child lumbering down the aisle oblivious to the presence of others. He apparently was pleading with his companion (a tiny, TINY girl I recognized as an employee of the aforementioned BBY) to trade him something for something and something so he could get some shitty game.

Anyway, I’m trying to read the back of some crap game that escapes me and he “bumped” into me not once, not twice, but FOUR times. How the fuck? I realize I’m not Gigantor the gigantic giant, but damnation, boy! Watch the fuck out!

And take a shower.

And pull up your pants!