Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood? In your neighborhood?
Say, who are the people in your neighborhood?
The people that you meet each day
Before bed last night I was reading the Counter-Strike: Global Offensive forums and flipping through the pages of Sesame Street: A Celebration: 40 Years of Life on the Street: Let’s Abuse Colons Like A Bad Video Game Title (possibly also available at your local library!). It was a nice quiet evening before the massive lightning storm broke out and the heavens opened up. In the rare moments the light show took a break, I got some sleep and had a pretty funky dream, even for me. I mean, just look at the tags on this post. How many other people get to use ‘Sesame Street’ and ‘Counter-Strike’ in the same sentence? :)
The year was heck-if-I-know, and everyone was playing Counter-Strike 1.5 and exploiting the AWP bug (Basically you could sidestep the long reload time for the AWP by switching weapons to something like the Deagle in order to fire faster/pwn more. Example video with bad music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klBwkCgBA74)
When I say everyone, I mean everyone. There I was, on my way to where the air is sweet, and there was Bob, pwning it up. Seriously! He was scary good. Also scary: hearing Bob trashtalk. There was this random LAN tournament going on, literally outside on the street by the stoop, and Bob was on a tear. Herry Monster even got up and left, he was so bothered by it all ;_;
Apparently my brain decided that the Sesame Street humans and monsters got together for LAN parties all the time and this was just another day, since no one else in the dream acted like there was anything odd about screaming obscenities from the most wonderful street on the planet over a bloody shooter. Since I know you need to know what side and model Bob was playing as: he was T-side, leet crew, on de_dust. And using a crazy old school CRT, 800×600, 120 hz refresh, with just a basic mouse. Yeah. Bob is hardcore, eh?
After he aced the CTs twice, I woke up.