Monday, March 01, 2004
Yes, I'm still playing Jak 2.
It's a very long game. Either that, or I haven't been playing it in the usual die-hard hardcore gamer sense. Which is also true. I've noticed this trend has become exceedingly strong in the past few years. Whether it's because I've been spending more time out with friends killing brain cells with drink, or because I'm just less of a gamer than I was, I just don't get into the same zone I used to. See, a few years back I'd be able to settle down and start playing something "just for a few minutes" and then look at that! It's 2 AM! That just doesn't seem to happen anymore. Perhaps I'm just turning into some strange form of reverse-zombie that can't sit still for that long. I seem to need to periodically get up, tour my apartment (which takes all of 30 seconds) and then sit back down and do something else. Very odd indeed.
And the Oscar goes to...
Lord of the Rings. Who did you think? If the Academy had ignored Peter Jackson's work by only dishing out a meager 12 Oscars to the three films collectively, there would have been hell to pay. (Imagine... Kodak Theater sacked by rabid geeks in the Fanboy Riots of 2004!) Fortunately, they were not so ignorant and gave every award they could to Return of the King. As they should. Still, I kind of feel bad for all the other films that were put out and had to go up against the Tolkein Machine. I'm sure they were all really good flicks and fully worthy of winning on their own merit. I think people just don't give enough credit to the Academy Award Nominees, especially when compared to the actual winners. So go out there and rent a few of the "not quite good enough" flicks and give them a chance. Of course, one does have to draw the line somewhere, so I'll understand if you ignore all those lesser movies that only got one nomination for something silly like sound mixing. (Sarcasm!!!!)
The Greatest Band in the World
There is, and always ever will be one, and only one, Greatest Band in the World. They are Tenacious D. Believe it or not, Jack Black is a rather hardcore rocker. He can actually sing not too shabbily, and the fact that he's a complete lunatic only adds to his rockstar persona. Kyle Gass plays the quiet guitarist. Best part of it all? They do heavy-metal style rocking on acoustic guitars. Booya. If you haven't heard them, they deserve at least one listen. The repeat viewings and psycho fandom are only for the specially twisted like myself, but everyone deserves to hear Tribute and Fuck Her Gently. They're on iTunes if you have it.
My Dream Job
I have a dream job. Well, sort of. I have some vague characteristics of what my perfect job would have, but no real clue as to what I would do. I'm also reasonably certain I won't be having this job in the near future, unless some opportunity arises, mainly because I'm not the kind of person to jump out and forge my own destiny with my bare hands. (I'm more of a Coasterist. The kind of person who's perfectly willing to sit back and see where things take me.) Anyways, this is what my job would entail.
- I could work from home, with my own hours. This would help alleviate my "almost falling asleep at my desk" bit that I'm currently going through in the mornings nowadays.
- This work would involve art of some form. Either music, or movies, or comics, or some other form of artistic creation. Unfortunately, I don't currently possess the talents and/or skills necessary for that, so it's still sketchy.
- It would involve the internet and digital distribution. I pretty much believe that the Internet is going to play an increasingly huge role in the upcoming little while (at least 'till we blow us all up) and taking advantage of that is good. Plus, I think it's just plain cool.
- I'd make enough money to support myself. Rather a key point, this one. I don't necessarily need to get stinking rich, but being able to afford to eat and live and buy all the shiny toys I like would be pleasant.
With all that in mind, I'm currently headed towards a desk job in the tech industry, which I'll rate as a good second choice. Mmyep.
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Gunbound expression. Translation: "Could you please accelerate your efforts in preparing to start the game, good sir? I would like to play." And given that most people who play Gunbound are little Satans with their parents' Dells, here are some fearful links.
This is an account of someone working tech support. This is exactly why you never, ever, want to use the phone to get help for your computer. Always check on the internet (at another computer, if need be) for help from other users that might know what's going on. Also, don't work tech support. It eats at your sanity like a leukemia for your psyche.
Excessive knowledge of Science + AD&D = scary. There are people who have figured out (or at least theorized) how a bag of holding would actually work. I'm all in favor of discussing games and stuff, but you do have to realize at some point that it is just a game and that you can explain things with the trump argument of MAGIC.
SEE THEM DANCE! THEY DANCE LIKE LITTLE TECH-FAIRIES!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-*
Also, I had to eat my lasagna at work today with an evil, evil fork. It tried to stab my with a covert pointy-bit hidden on the end of the handle. It was punished for it's insolence. Fuego. ¶ 6:15 p.m.
It's a very long game. Either that, or I haven't been playing it in the usual die-hard hardcore gamer sense. Which is also true. I've noticed this trend has become exceedingly strong in the past few years. Whether it's because I've been spending more time out with friends killing brain cells with drink, or because I'm just less of a gamer than I was, I just don't get into the same zone I used to. See, a few years back I'd be able to settle down and start playing something "just for a few minutes" and then look at that! It's 2 AM! That just doesn't seem to happen anymore. Perhaps I'm just turning into some strange form of reverse-zombie that can't sit still for that long. I seem to need to periodically get up, tour my apartment (which takes all of 30 seconds) and then sit back down and do something else. Very odd indeed.
And the Oscar goes to...
Lord of the Rings. Who did you think? If the Academy had ignored Peter Jackson's work by only dishing out a meager 12 Oscars to the three films collectively, there would have been hell to pay. (Imagine... Kodak Theater sacked by rabid geeks in the Fanboy Riots of 2004!) Fortunately, they were not so ignorant and gave every award they could to Return of the King. As they should. Still, I kind of feel bad for all the other films that were put out and had to go up against the Tolkein Machine. I'm sure they were all really good flicks and fully worthy of winning on their own merit. I think people just don't give enough credit to the Academy Award Nominees, especially when compared to the actual winners. So go out there and rent a few of the "not quite good enough" flicks and give them a chance. Of course, one does have to draw the line somewhere, so I'll understand if you ignore all those lesser movies that only got one nomination for something silly like sound mixing. (Sarcasm!!!!)
The Greatest Band in the World
There is, and always ever will be one, and only one, Greatest Band in the World. They are Tenacious D. Believe it or not, Jack Black is a rather hardcore rocker. He can actually sing not too shabbily, and the fact that he's a complete lunatic only adds to his rockstar persona. Kyle Gass plays the quiet guitarist. Best part of it all? They do heavy-metal style rocking on acoustic guitars. Booya. If you haven't heard them, they deserve at least one listen. The repeat viewings and psycho fandom are only for the specially twisted like myself, but everyone deserves to hear Tribute and Fuck Her Gently. They're on iTunes if you have it.
My Dream Job
I have a dream job. Well, sort of. I have some vague characteristics of what my perfect job would have, but no real clue as to what I would do. I'm also reasonably certain I won't be having this job in the near future, unless some opportunity arises, mainly because I'm not the kind of person to jump out and forge my own destiny with my bare hands. (I'm more of a Coasterist. The kind of person who's perfectly willing to sit back and see where things take me.) Anyways, this is what my job would entail.
- I could work from home, with my own hours. This would help alleviate my "almost falling asleep at my desk" bit that I'm currently going through in the mornings nowadays.
- This work would involve art of some form. Either music, or movies, or comics, or some other form of artistic creation. Unfortunately, I don't currently possess the talents and/or skills necessary for that, so it's still sketchy.
- It would involve the internet and digital distribution. I pretty much believe that the Internet is going to play an increasingly huge role in the upcoming little while (at least 'till we blow us all up) and taking advantage of that is good. Plus, I think it's just plain cool.
- I'd make enough money to support myself. Rather a key point, this one. I don't necessarily need to get stinking rich, but being able to afford to eat and live and buy all the shiny toys I like would be pleasant.
With all that in mind, I'm currently headed towards a desk job in the tech industry, which I'll rate as a good second choice. Mmyep.
gogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogoogogogo
Gunbound expression. Translation: "Could you please accelerate your efforts in preparing to start the game, good sir? I would like to play." And given that most people who play Gunbound are little Satans with their parents' Dells, here are some fearful links.
This is an account of someone working tech support. This is exactly why you never, ever, want to use the phone to get help for your computer. Always check on the internet (at another computer, if need be) for help from other users that might know what's going on. Also, don't work tech support. It eats at your sanity like a leukemia for your psyche.
Excessive knowledge of Science + AD&D = scary. There are people who have figured out (or at least theorized) how a bag of holding would actually work. I'm all in favor of discussing games and stuff, but you do have to realize at some point that it is just a game and that you can explain things with the trump argument of MAGIC.
SEE THEM DANCE! THEY DANCE LIKE LITTLE TECH-FAIRIES!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-*
Also, I had to eat my lasagna at work today with an evil, evil fork. It tried to stab my with a covert pointy-bit hidden on the end of the handle. It was punished for it's insolence. Fuego. ¶ 6:15 p.m.
