The Thrill of Victory...and the Agony of Defeat

My four-day weekend starts tomorrow so I'm looking forward to lounging and celebrating Easter with chocolate and num-num fancy dinner. I found that dreaded beetle crawling up the stairs, coming after me. What I love is how my cat was resting right next to it, like it was her Buddy (♪My Buddy, My Buddy, he's a creepy beetle and he wants to kill my owner! My Buddy and Me!♪). Hey, do your friggin' job and kill it! I ended up throwing shoes at it and maneuvering around it to reach the vacuum. I know how this sounds and what you're thinking about me and you're wrong. That thing was HUGE! I could just imagine that thing sitting in my closet and sharpening a knife on its boot, waiting for me to come back:
......no picture? Oh, okay. Well, you can picture it in your mind.
Well, so now the basement is safe. I was playing "Symphony of the Night" before I caught that thing, though, because no one is stopping me from playing with Alucard:

NOBODY! Except maybe those undead brutes in the Colosseum...they slashed up my poor vampire until he exploded into a cloud of blood. Sigh...I need to be more careful. So, that's the most recent saga of my life: bug huntin' and fightin' the undead. I think that looks like this:

That's how Spanky REALLY bug hunts...with a muthertruckin' sword.
On a side-note, I've been reading the play "Volpone" by Ben Jonson in class and I realized that British humor really hasn't changed that much over the years (the play is from 1606). It's a lot of banter that you really have to listen to to get. I'd provide an example from the play but you're better off just reading it yourself. Check out this poster I found for an old performance of it:

Just awesome.