Weekend roundup:

Friday the bouter and I finished my sweet-ass pro-lookin NES port and I sorta vegged out and tried not to think about my upcoming academic woes. I played a lot of video games, on multiple machines. The little port gizmo works beautifully. And, with some tweaking, I was able to get both a SNES and NES emu going on the teeny laptop, and played a fun little game called Uniracers for an exceedingly long time. I also tested FCE Ultra's Netplay capability, and it worked. It worked beautifully. I see remote bomberman between me and the bouter goin down. Awwww yeah.

Saturday I slept for a very very long time. Then I had to run some errands, though I totally failed to get my hair cut or stop by the Lenscrafters. I have a 75 dollar coupon to Lenscrafters, and it's time I got some new specs. I also attempted to do those two things today (Sunday) though apparently this Jesus fellow is popular enough to close roughly all stores in a 30-mile blast radius. This includes the hair cut place and lenscrafters. Hence, I looked like Shaggy McLongHair for Sunday, the easterness.

Speaking of, Sunday was the easterness. At the home of the Busa. And there was cake.

Oh holy sweet mother of God, the cake.

There is something seriously criminal about cake that good. I mean, you eat it, and you get that sort of vague wire-fraud or weapons-trafficking feeling in the hairs on the back of your neck. You think that at any moment, ATF agents will break down the door, crash through the windows, and come down the chimney, and point guns at you until you apologize for the clear Geneva convention violations that come with eating cake that delicious.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I was very impressed with the cake.

Of course, the whole thing was a wonderful experience, it's just the sheer mass of endorphins released by the cake tends to make it the most accessible memory.

There were some cakes there I didn't know, but I cake we got along okay, and everyone seemed to cake pretty well by the end of the evening. Cake cake.

Seriously though, I worry about how I came off to those people. I think it has something to do with my oft-bemoaned utter lack of self confidence.

I got home, began my war plan against the independent study people, and made a blog category pic. Did some tweakin to the bloggy pages, and began writing this entry.

I guess that pretty much brings the blog up to speed on the day-to-days. I loafed a lot this weekend. But it was pretty cool. I even squeezed in some pizza and ninja turtles.

Now, seeing as I have to get up in the morning, I should probably get to sleeping.

[everybody cakes a little cake cake]