Vice City, where sex is the only real vice.

What I find most amusing about the whole Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas fallout - the one about the code that allows you to engage in sexual relations with the "Coffee Lady" the news has been talking about lately - is that 4 out of 5 players of the game had no idea the damn cheat existed. Until newscasters and talking heads took it upon themselves to tell people how to do it. I know in my house my brothers were quick to locate the code online, although I can't say if they've tried it our not (they haven't played VC in some time).

I think GTA: SA is a brilliant waste of programming code; I can see the escapist appeal but I'll never really get it or any games like it. But some geek discovers a hidden sex code in a game where you can pick up hookers and blast random people away at will and suddenly the Powers That Be are clamoring to tighten regulations on ALL games? Get the hell over yourselves. Why can't parents take responsibility and stop buying games of this nature for their 12 and 13 year olds? Why can't the government stop treating its citizens like incompetent drones and point the finger at the parents once in a while? I can't tell you how many young kids I saw pre-ordering the game while their parents stood idly by during the time leading up to its release.


Let's see what else follows because of this.

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So, my day in a nutshell:

PLUS - Got off work early since the afternoon class was cancelled.
MINUS - Tested positive for exposure to TB.

In my on-going admission to Pace/jump through hoops nightmare, I've "failed" my TB test and so must go and get a chest X-Ray before I'm allowed to proceed with classes. I don't have active TB, since I'm not sick or coughing up a lung, but I was more than a little surprised when I heard the news (only at first; I mean, I take the subway with 1 million other people every day...it was bound to happen). Oddly enough, I was feeling a little congested, phlegmy, and cough-y this morning, right before I went to get my test checked and I didn't think anything of it. Turns out it was a reaction to whatever was in the subcutaneous shot the NP gave me.

Tomorrow, instead of joining my siblings on the beach on the day I took off, the day that's most likely going to be the hottest day of the year up to now, I'll be chilling in the free chest clinic taking in radiation and picking up the pills that I'm supposed to swallow for the next six months. And, oh, I have only a month to get a clean bill from whoever the funk. The fun never does stop in my house.