Happy Birthday, United States Marine Corps!
Today, 10 November, is the USMC birthday. So, special birthday greetings to all the Leathernecks out there!
As this entry auto-posts on the HQ, the last night is over, finally. In minutes, I'll be holding my honey tight again!! Effie my wife, I love you!! I'll be home in a few minutes!!
After getting skunked on Halo Wednesday, I fruitlessly tried to take a nap. Since I was skunked on sleep, too, I wound up playing a bit of Black Ops multiplayer, trying out some 'Pure Barebones' Team Deathmatch (no attachments, no killstreaks, no perks). I did OK, tho I accidentally got a team-mate fragged when I blocked him on a catwalk where an explosive crossbow bolt was counting down to detonation. Oops. Served him right for being a douchebag, I thought afterward. One game featured some pre-pubescent doucher doing an audition for American Idol, singing a catchy little ditty called 'You all suck, why are you playing this game?' Muted and avoided the little scumbag like a shot. Overall, I mostly did OK. Mostly. I basically just tried to take a good defensive position and pick off one or two enemies before scurrying to a new spot. It seemed to work a lot better than running around being a human target for every pre-teen doucher on Xbox Live. I'll have to stick to Black Ops for the time being, since I'm going to be transitioning to Black Ops 2 in just 3 days. I've sworn a mighty oath not to get too torqued out about multiplayer. I managed to do OK on Wednesday, so, we'll see how it goes.