For those of you who know who I am, I have finally decided to abandon my ancient settings and switch to my preferred handle. Falconpunch is dead, but the guy behind the keyboard is the same.

What the fuck, man? I thought we were brothers. We've been to the ends of the earth and beyond together. You and I have slain dragons, mammoths, giants; sometimes we've slain all three at the same time. We single-handedly won the war for the Stormcloaks, and even though you were stuck on a rock most of the time, you helped me drive Alduin from our world. I thought I could count on you to help me out with some light crime. But the second I try to make a quick 1000 gold from the Dark…

My mom asks me what I want for Christmas. I say nothing really, but there's a good deal on the LotR box set on amazon. A day later, she sends me the order confirmation via email, along with a list of BluRays my sister has queued up in my parents' amazon account. I buy the one I suspect she wants the most, though I'll be very surprised if she doesn't end up with the whole set by Christmas day.

My mom tells me we're planning on going to Leavenworth this year. Leavenworth is a…

After much waffling and hesitation on my part, I finally set up my Blogspot account. Don't worry- you don't have to read anything! It's all pictures! Some people even think they're pretty good. Check it out if you have a minute: http://dvermeul.blogspot.com/

Because in it's own incredibly subtle way, it's taking a stab at religion. The way I see it, "Great Pumpkin" has a very simple message: If you base your life around a fictionalized story that promises pleasure later for sacrifice now, you're going to miss out on a whole lot of fun for absolutely zero payoff.

You can't beat the Christmas special's score, though.