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Has anyone tried to cook a roast and set the dial to "Broil" instead of "Bake"? Can we get a show of hands?
Just me, I guess.
The interesting thing about the roast is not that it turned into a blackened lump of charcoal, but that it turned into a blackened lump of charcoal shaped something like a giant human heart. It looked like something out of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Anyway, my house still smells like burnt meat. I like to think it's a musky, masculine smell, but really who am I kidding?
And on the same day as the Roast from the Temple of Doom, Eric and I got our butts kicked on Warcraft III twice in a row. Get this: we lost to a couple of guys who built nothing but Chimerae. And we didn't bother attacking them while they were building up, and we had no air defense. Fer cryin' out loud. I'm trying to think of an analogous kind of loss in another game. It's like... I dunno, losing to someone who manages to "Shoot the Moon" in Hearts. But it's worse than that, because on rare occasions Shooting the Moon can be a pretty good strategy. The Chimera strategy is just plain silly. It only works when you play... well, people like us, I guess.
Well, enough self-flagellation. I need a better self-image. Maybe like this guy's! Of course pride goeth before the fall...
Posted by Evan Goer on Aug. 26, 2002 at 7:02 PM
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