On another sidenote...I have no life. Hence the 3 posts in little over an hour.
Anyway, I found proof that violence is indeed the answer. At work, there's this ketchup pump we use (eeeeewwww...ketchup....), and it broke earlier today. Approx. (I can't spell the whole word...) 2.3 minutes before that, I burnt my hand on the oven. In a fit of rage, I threw the pump at the wall, and it shattered into tiny little bits. As punishment for breaking it (again), I had to repair it with no knowledge of how to repair it. While "repairing" it, heard several bits of it snap, but figured "Hell, the thing was broken twice already, so I'm not gonna break it." (Also my philosophy with my computer. Just ignore the cracked casing.) And poof. Somehow I had magically restored it to its former ketchup-pumping glory.
OK, back to playing NWN and BoF3, while reading J&N and constantly repeating "Kung Fu Fighter Remix" on my CD player and drinking the mind-altering combination of orange juice and milk. Ahhhh...revolting goodness...
Joe's like, the complete opposite of everything that's my hero...but I like him anyway, just because he's Joe.