Hey there furs and murrs, Jay here on the dark side of the moon with all that's new.

• 100 litres of (thank god) semi-diluted hydrochloric acid spilled at work last Friday, destroying the server, splashing two staff, making the place reek and causing a lot of cosmetic damage
• One staff member at my workplace has just been diagnosed with cancer, another with a degenerative eye condition, so there's a pretty gloomy vibe there as of late
• Mysterious people have been doing late night construction/renovation work near my apartment... they must die!

Otherwise, I've been occupied with Bethesda's new PC RPG Fallout 3. Starting with a blood stained camera shot facing out from your mother's womb, it tries it's harest to be immersive, and mostly succeeds where Oblivion (Bethesda's previous release) failed. Though prone to crashing, it uses the ever stunning Gamebryo engine to display a far more interesting world than the bland English countryside of Oblivion, has far more quirky writing, as well as a more cohesive art and design path. Eccentric old songs from the '50s as well as a massive library of foley for guns and movement help keep everything sounding right.

It allows one to be so good as to fight for the rights of an androids and slaves in a post-nuclear wasteland, or to continue the mushrooms by nuking peacfeul human settlements, amidst the struggle to restore some life to a mostly charred and barren Washington DC. Allowing one to be anything from a sneaky little thief to butch Hispanic soldier (I named her Vasquez, anyone get the reference?) it honours the tradition of the Fallout games before it while building on Bethesda's previous stock of epic RPGs.

And there's nothing sexier than a personal nuclear missile launcher.

Otherwise I'm hot, tired, sick and bored. But whatever, go play Fallout 3, and good vibes to you all!