I much prefer Facebook. Plus, it has become a home-base of sorts (blame the JPAG podcast and people). That, and I like the interface. Well, the original interface. The new interface makes me want to fling babies into a NASCAR race. It's fucking terrible.
Anyhow, I hope all is right with Flesh.

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Also, my 360 hates me. I am already en route to picking up a PS3 for SOCOM (and other titles; just because), but, man, if my 360 commits seppuku, I just may become so incensed at Microsoft's shitty hardware that I'd ditch the console.
For fuck's sake my N64, SNES, PS1, and PS2 still work (and they were all from their respective first-generations). Microsoft's (possible) oversight (in regards to my console) is infuriating (I'm selfish; sue me). I figured, "Shit, the console gods have treated me kindly. I will not have to worry about my 360 killing itself."
But here I sit, figuring my 360 is sharpening its dagger and waiting to kill itself soon or during play of one of the many games coming out this Fall and Winter.
And really, considering Las Vegas' shitty service, the last thing I want to do is pay to repair my console -- only to have it destroyed by a lazy asshole delivery-person. I'd tip him his own bloody sack if that happened.
Perhaps I should just wait and invest in a 60 GB model? Shit, I could just wait and buy an Arcade model and just stick on my fucking hard drive.
Time to play the waiting game. God damn Microsoft.