Had a great time with the Sinister Posse TM last Saturday at DisneyQuest. That accursed mouse has struck it rich again. I liked all the hockey games in spite of my total ineptitude. And I loved all the retro 1980's-era video games, I'm still addicted to Tempest after 20 years. The Pirates of the Caribbean game rocks. To my embarrassment, it turns out that I can't handle any of the VR-type games where the display moves but I stay stationary. No puking, but my stomach indicated that it was very unhappy. How wimpy of me.

But it didn't at all spoil the day, especially when the Browns beat the Bills, though there had to have been some computer chip-inspired luck involved, considering I was randomly pushing buttons.

We were there to celebrate Jeff and Sev's birthdays. I'm sure there is some cosmic significance to the two men in my life being born on the same day, same year. Perhaps it's to disprove astrology once and for all.

In other news, my Check Engine light has returned, glowing, ominous and taunting all at the same time. Damn.