| Nothing to see here |
|
|
| 03:28am 09/07/2009 |
| |
Move along.
OK, this is so's I can DL a sound clip that I need to solve a puzzle. gotta make a link, this is the easiest way to do it. Not useful to you, but that's OK. I use this for what I use it for. |
|
| |
|
Post |
| |
| whee! |
|
|
| 02:39am 21/06/2009 |
| |
this post brought to you by my spiff new PDA!
That is all. |
|
| |
|
Read 1 - Post |
| |
| Kids. What do they do? |
|
|
| 04:21pm 03/06/2009 |
| |
Get hit by buses, apparently.
Kids Get Hit by Buses is an Everett chiptunes band. They have one of the most fun stage shows I've ever seen, and are two of the most socially awkward-seeming musicians ever.
Also, they have a song called "Ed Wood"
 |
|
| |
|
Post |
| |
| Let's talk about what words mean, shall we? |
|
|
| 05:05pm 29/05/2009 |
| |
OK kids. Sit for a moment, and listen.
There are a few pieces of speech that you seem not to understand, and maybe it's just that no-one ever explained them to you, right? It could be that you're not collectively a bunch of dim-witted troglodytes. It could be that the problem is not the steady dumbing-down of the human race. Maybe it's not stupidity. Maybe it's ignorance. Let's try to fix that, shall we?
First off, "addicting" is not an adjective. It is a verb. Stop trying to use it as an adjective, because it makes you sound like a retard. Let's examine some proper usages of "addicting" and the word you most likely should be using, "addictive" :
"I am in the process of addicting my girlfriend to crack cocaine, so that the bitch won't leave me."
"I am utilizing the addictive properties of crack cocaine to make her my ho."
In short, because "addicting" is a verb, nothing can be inherently addicting. Understand? Things may be addictive, or they can be addicting something to something else. The next time someone tells you that a game is addicting, ask them what it is addicting to who.
Second lesson for the day is a bit of modern slang: Easter egg.
An Easter egg is something small hidden within something else interactive, such as a video game or DVD, which is of little value beyond mild entertainment, and perhaps a small feeling of accomplishment for having found it. An Easter egg is NOT:
* a piece of referential humor, no matter how oblique, which is just. Sitting. There.
* a way in which the environment in a game behaves which you happen to find amusing.
* necessarily funny
please, if you're planning on putting together a list of Easter eggs for some piece of media, make sure that they are in fact Easter eggs, and not just jokes. Not every Easter egg is a joke. But more importantly, not every joke is an Easter egg.
Final lesson for the day is one for the kids. "Scene" people. Look: it's not OK to appropriate a subculture's name. You can't take the name for a group of people, and call a completely different group of people the same thing. Now, unlike our other lessons, I don't expect this one to sink in. In the case of scenesters, the damage is done, and I get that there's nothing we can do about it. But next time a bunch of you decide to try out some horrendous new fashion trend, simultaneously listening to the newest bullshit music, try to come up with a name for your group of tasteless fuckwits that wasn't already used by another group of tasteless fuckwits, OK?
I mean, It's clear I don't like either group of scenesters. So it's not as if I care all that much, but it causes difficulty in conversation with the few people of your generation I actually like.
OK, you've sat and had your lesson, now, do me a favor, take what you've learned, and DDoS www.addictinggames.com, OK? I mean, seriously. Do it. |
|
| |
|
Read 4 - Post |
| |
| Update... and LINKS! |
|
|
| 09:53am 27/05/2009 |
| |
OK, After getting to Washington, things have been a fair bit better.
I've still not found work, which is getting to be sort of worrisome. And if I'm being honest, I've not been making the absolute best use of my time in that regard. Evidence? I pirated WoW (World of Warcraft, for those of you who aren't close friends with the internet.) and started playing it. Sort of. I mean, not really. I've got a level 10 character, and I'm already losing momentum.
What Wow did for me, mostly, is reawaken my yen for quality machinima. If you're not familiar with that term, then I don't blame you. It's an art form with a fairly hefty limitation, and by and large, no mainstream recognition. Machinima is films made using footage from video games. Mostly, this is done with multiplayer games, using one player as the "camera," but other iterations are possible, especially when the games in question are things like The Sims, which have embraced the art form so thouroughly that a recent episode of nationally aired television show was shot entirely in The Sims 3.
Want a good example of machinima? Try the first real big one, Red Vs. Blue, made with Halo, and later, with Halo 2. Probobly it's now made with Halo 67, but I don't really pay attention to that franchise.
So anyways, I'm poking around the WoW machinima community sites, and somehow, I end up linking to this song, entitled "The Device Has Been Modified," by Victims of Science. ( . )
TDHBM is a musical remix of GLaDOS's clips from Portal. It's not timely, I know. We were all over Portal a year ago, but now? It's, you know, in the past, right? Well, no. It's not. It's installed on this computer. And it's installed on damned near every computer I've had more than two hours contact with in the past couple of years. And it's worth remembering, and revisiting. And besides all of that, what we're really talking about here isn't Portal, damn it, it's art (not that Portal isn't art, I mean, it's art, with turrets even, but not the art we're technically talking about).
Wondering why no instance of the name of the song is a link? That's because of the aforementioned machinima. Some brilliant person hacked the ASHPD (Aperture Science Hand-held Portal Device) into WoW, as well as a pirate hat with the Aperture Science logo on it, and made a kickass video. This makes for two awesome songs associated with Portal (did you think it was three songs? well, you were wrong. The secret one hidden in the sound files and never played during the game doesn't count). Victims of Science seem not to have much in the way of web presence, unlike Mr. Jonathan Coulton, who wrote the aforementioned other kickass song, along with about thirty million non-Portal-related kickass songs.
I'm not feeling like a graceful end to this post. So perhaps I'll end it with this: link, bitches.
|
|
| |
|
Read 1 - Post |
| |
| |
|
|
| 08:48pm 24/04/2009 |
| |
My pervious emo bullshit has been made private. That is all. |
|
| |
|
Post |
| |
| Eviction! |
|
|
| 06:08pm 18/02/2009 |
| |
OK, So al lot of you already know this and all, but eviction procedings have occured. There was a minute there where we thought we were going to be out on our asses the day of the procedings, because apparently they can do that in Chicago, but we've actually yet to be removed.
Actually, we've yet to hear anything about it beyond the original court order to appear (or not. It wasn't so much an order to appear as notice that a hearing was going to take place, and if we had a coupla hundred extra bucks lying around, that we could show up if we wanted to). No word at all from either the building owner or her drunken ape. So I don't know what the hell is going on. I guess we're supposed to have a notice of eviction posted on the front door at some point. But I'm not really sure about any of this anymore.
Dad was going to be shipping us "home" to Washington, but then he lost his job. I've not been able to get a hold of him since. 95% of our stuff lives at his place now.
Of course, what I'm really worried about is the cats. Does anyon want two of the most wonderful animals on Earth? Not forever, mind you, just until things get straightened out in Washington or whereever. They're like my children, except very few people claim to be allergic to kids, and most places don't require a deposit if you have kids, and also they eat kibble.
I suppose kids could eat kibble. I tried it once, but I didn't like it very much. I suspect that cats don't mind it because they don't know any better. Every once in a while I feel guilty for keeping them in the dark about the whole "real food" thing, but frankly, real food is expensive.
So yeah, to sum up:
* I'm nnsure about what the hell is going on with ANY STEP of us losing our apartment.
* I need someone to volunteer to take care of our assertively cuddly cats.
* Kibble does not taste good, and it may be mildly unfair to feed it to animals.
That is all |
|
| |
|
Read 1 - Post |
| |
| OK, So here's the update |
|
|
| 02:43pm 20/01/2009 |
| |
Life sucks. I haven't been able to pay rent since I moved here, away from a job, like a complete moron, simply because someone who turned out to be utter dead weight insisted it was "now or never"
Worse yet, since November, even my the eminantly hirable Sarah has been unable to find employment.
We're heading into what could very well be another Great Depression.
I'm leaving this library, and heading off to a US Air Force Recruiting office. That's the deal.
In the last Great Depression, people joined the military in droves, because it was a reliable and hiring employer, and one of the only ones. This WILL happen again, and I plan to get there before they stop bribing quite so effectively.
Let's be honest here. I have a shitty employment history. I've never worked anywhere on paper for more than six months. and it's becoming clearer and clearer that noone wants me to work for them. I'm going to die poor and alone if I don't do this.
That is all. |
|
| |
|
Read 3 - Post |
| |
| Great Idea |
|
|
| 08:50am 26/11/2008 |
| |
OK, Fuck it, how about we just be honest, and clump November and December into one month, call it "Christmas" and put up with the fact that I'm going to KILL YOU ALL. |
|
| |
|
Read 3 - Post |
| |
| Stuff I've had. |
|
|
| 12:30am 25/11/2008 |
| |
I had a full-on mental dissolution over the weekend. Breakdown style.
That's not important.
I just had a peanut butter and onion sandwich. Because someone in a book ate one, and I wondered. Turns out that my whole life while everyone else was enjoying two-ingredient peanut butter and something sandwiches, and I was wondering just what the big thing about peanut butter was when it was just so flat and sticky...
Well, Onions. Damn.
I never would have expected this, and now it's happened, and I'm half not convinced it did.
Now that's important.
|
|
| |
|
Read 6 - Post |
| |
| Stuff and junk |
|
|
| 07:34pm 28/10/2008 |
| |
OK, so our computer imploded recently.
I was a couple weeks without computer or internet.
Now I'm back. I posted three reviews yesterday (one lacks something... probably integrity, or something. I need to rewrite it.) And today secured hosting so's I can put it on it's own domain, because, let's face it: Blogspot is never going to do wonders for my search engine results, and besides that, I just found out it's entirely incompatible with the second of teh two ad services I want to use. I'm also working on securing a web designer, since I haven't screwed around with HTML since way back when we only had Web 1.0.
So, I'm thinking the current title, "Hasty Plays Games" is sort of bleh. Only problem is, I can't think of anything better. Maybe I will have after I've gotten some sleep, but as of right now, I'm open to suggestions.
Oh, also, the wonderful City of Chicago is going to steal my car sometime in the next couple of days. It was almost dead anyways, but it's going to be hell going into winter without an automobile.
I'm considering stripping it for parts, and selling the parts. The city can have the hollowed out husk. With the one tire they attached that damned boot to. Seriously. what gives them the right to seize private property in just this one case? |
|
| |
|
Read 2 - Post |
| |
| For my Birthday |
|
|
| 07:46pm 15/10/2008 |
| |
All I really want is for you to go to my professional blog, and click on the google ads found therein.
Maybe you could tell your friends about it. Get them to click some ads. Perhaps you could even post a link to it in your LJ? Ask your friends with LJs to do the same?
I work hard on the reviews found therein. Alongside the one to two hours I take to compose a review and post significant links, Each review has hours of gameplay associated with it, often detracting from time I'd actually rather be spending doing something else (admittedly, that "something else" is usually playing a different, previously reviewed game, but hey).
Thing of it is, none of this will cost you, or anyone else (apart from advertisers) any money, and I'll get the satisfaction of knowing that I've become just a little more successful at something I'm really honestly working hard at.
Did you miss the link to my blog up there? Here it is again.
|
|
| |
|
Read 1 - Post |
| |
| Whee! More apartment shit! |
|
|
| 12:51pm 03/10/2008 |
| |
Why is it I can't ever move from one place to another without all kinds of bullshit?
So, the problems we've been having over the past year with our landlady and her drunken belligerent fuck of a boyfriend/superintendent have been pretty well documented here. But recently it came to an ugly head.
See, when our lease was up, we looked around for a new apartment. Couldn't find one we'd qualify for which was in our price range. About a month and a half before our lease was to end, I mentioned to our landlady that we were going to be moving our of her building to cheaper digs. She offered us the first floor apartment, which was three hundred dollars cheaper, and a fair bit smaller. We accepted, and that's when all the trouble started.
See, come the beginning of our new lease, the first floor apartment was not ready. Our landlady assured us that it would be ready to move into as soon as the previous tenant removed his belongings from it, and it had been thoroughly cleaned.
Two weeks went by, and finally, his stuff was removed by the landlady. Then some time after that, we went into the apartment to find it full of the superintendent's things, and with the kitchen fully pulled apart. The stove was in the middle of the kitchen, some of the counters were not installed, so on and so forth. There were also the characteristic-of-this-building not connected to any existent heating system vent holes in the ceiling, some of which had grates hanging from a single screw.
This trend continued. Then, three days ago, we were approached by the landlady, who has been showing our third-floor apartment to potential tenants on a regular basis, and coming in occasionally to fix it up (they even patched all the holes in the ceiling! That only took a frikkin' year). The landlady demanded to know when we were going to move into the first floor apartment. The conversation went a bit like this:
HER: Hey, Mike. When are you going to be out of this unit and into the first floor?
ME: Well, that all depends on you. When is the apartment downstairs going to be ready to move into?
HER: It's been ready for days.
ME: Really? Because all I've heard over and over is 'It's going to be ready any day now' Noone told us it was ready.
HER: Well, you knew that I had a rented lined up who wanted this unit. You need to be out of there in the next few days, or I'm going to have to charge you the $900 for this apartment.
ME: (Turns into giant monster and lays waste to Chicago)
OK, So that last part not so much. But I don't honestly remember the rest of that conversation, because I was raging. Not out loud, and not violently, partly because her horse of a dog was at that point forcibly trying to sniff the spot behind my scrotum. (It should be noted that I love that dog. He's a good dog. But he's huge, and there's no way in hell I'll ever risk raising my voice to the landlady when the dog has his teeth that close to my nutsack.)
So then we re-visit the apartment. Our pleasant surprise at the place finally being finished turns first to disappointment, then to anger, as we come to find out that not only is the apartment not finished, but it's basically unlivable. There are mouse turds in the stove, which is still solidly in the middle of the kitchen, and not hooked up. There are still uninstalled counter tops. There are dead rodents in the unit. The flooring in two of the rooms (wood-patterned linoleum, which by itself is tacky as all hell, and cheaper than a two-dollar whore, but not in any way actionable) has been improperly installed. Some of the walls are water-damaged. The front door is cracked in such a manner that I'm reasonably certain that it could be broken into with very little force. And the fridge... I've never smelled anything like it. And it has duct tape for handles. I don't know. the smell could just be warm fridge. It might be better after the electricity gets turned on. Also, the bathroom. Mostly it's OK, but the floor seems to be at an angle, and the tub has a giant hole under it at one end. My downstairs neighbor took a picture of that hole with his digital camera, and in the harsh light of a flash, the filth there looked like something out of the Alien movies.
All in all, not nice.
So, we're about to try and get litigious. We've suffered gross mistreatment at this point, from the repeated harassment we've gotten from whenever the super is drunk and notices us, to the noise problems we get when he's drunk and decides he'd like to play some music at 2 AM, to the noise problems we get when he's drunk and notices our downstairs neighbors, to the complete and total neglect our building has gotten over the past year.
And this isn't just a quality of life thing. Sarah has a stress-triggered and degenerative illness, and this has tended to bring one more and more attacks as time goes on.
It has impacted health, happiness, and generally made us want to set them on fire. So, yeah, it's the American way. let's sue, amirite? |
|
| |
|
Read 1 - Post |
| |
| My newest project |
|
|
| 10:41am 18/09/2008 |
| |
OK, So I've got another blog.
This one could even generate some ad revenue for me. Yay! Monies!
I'm officially abandoning IGG. It's been a crappy run these past couple of years, noone reads it, and even fewer people contribute. over time, a whopping two reviews were posted by other people, and though I plan on continuing to review games, I'm going to do it over at Blogger, where I can toss some Google and Project Wonderful ads up, and maybe make a little cash.
Since this is what I'm going to be trying to do for a living eventually, I'm actually putting some work into my reviews now. I'm doing research, posting links to relevant-to-the-game in question stuff, and generally going for something a little more polished than I've done in the past.. For at least the next few weeks, my aim is to post two such reviews a day. One for a commercially released and semi-current title, and one for something retro, free-to-play, or otherwise not mainstream.
Anyways, you can take a look at it behind THIS LINK. Please do so, and please check back often, and please click on at least one advertisement while you're there. It won't cost you anything but a couple seconds of your time, and it'll help me to have money.
|
|
| |
|
Post |
| |
|
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
iaminyourhead's journal
