Doghouse

Yesterday, as Marc and I were leaving home from work, we got into a little argument about which car to take. He wanted to take the RX-8; I said that we should only drive that car when we really need to, since it gets worse gas mileage and uses only premium gas. He insisted on taking the car, even though he gets to drive it whenever we don't carpool, which happens fairly often. I put on my grumpy face for the drive down to my parents' house.

Later that morning, he sends me and e-mail saying, "Before you get all huffy about me driving the Mazda to work, look at the numbers. There isn't a huge difference in driving the Mazda to work, especially when you consider the haircut you get every 8 weeks or so."

"I'm sure this will put me in the doghouse, but I couldn't resist!"

Attached was this picture:

I replied, "Bandit's not using his crate right now, so that works out well for you."

Incidentally, the story behind Bandit not using his crate is because I sprayed it a couple days ago with a flea and tick spray that he hates, and now the butthead refuses to go inside it.

Games

I came across a couple of games that are kind of neat - you have to try to get yourself out of this room. The second one is the sequel, and kinda creepy.

The first one:

Crimson Room

Note, at one point you'll need a code, and unfortunately that part doesn't work. Highlight after this to see the explanation and for the code: The webpage doesn't work - the code is 1994.

This is the second, tougher room:

Viridian Room