tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56680362009-07-14T22:18:08.451-07:00• stickin it to ourselves •A.Hohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230637760337689567noreply@blogger.comBlogger815125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668036.post-30384094344321619752009-07-14T22:14:00.002-07:002009-07-14T22:18:08.461-07:00

Her: "Are you excited at all about the job tomorrow?"Me: "No."I feel like a massive failure.

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Thankfully, while wading through the cesspool of boredom that was Lost Odyssey, I found a very cheap copy of Resistance 2. Resistance 2 is in many ways your standard FPS; you play a sci-fi soldier, the aliens want to take over the earth, kill all of them. Sounds pretty familiar I'm sure. I'm going to hit the high points though.First, the story stays apace of the subject matter. It's an action

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Honestly, I think I finished the game in part so I could write that headline.I knew what I was in for when I got this game; an old-school JRPG, where the good guys line up on one side and the bad guys on another and you throw swords and spells called 'Windus' (that's the 3rd level wind spell!) at each other. Random encounters, raiding people's houses for loot, some levelgrinding tedium; basically

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Although I haven't seen TF2, I've read enough reviews containing the 'plot' to know what happens. I understand it's not a movie in the sense that there is a story that somehow connects you from point A to D, so I don't feel weird about what I'm going to do next.I'm going to tell you what's up for Transformers 3: Return of the Primes (which I'm making up as a title).Blah blah blah explosions/

DMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872704933949924201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668036.post-90566505997937397772009-06-29T11:19:00.002-07:002009-06-29T11:23:39.790-07:00

Interesting article on how these two corporations are trying to make things work in the internet age. Feels weird to post to something like Facebook, though. As a bonus, I think I may've stumbled on a neat tool for a website though. Thanks Google!/google whore.

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Bison Brewing's chocolate stout is not so thrilling.The Peppermint Tribe ought to be the name of one of the villains in the book. I heard Metallica's Unforgiven for the first time in many years, and when this line was sung:"This bitter man he is"I instantly re-imagined it as a Yoda phrase. The song has been vastly improved.Dear Kettle Chips; why are your normal potato chips so much suck, while

DMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872704933949924201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668036.post-29489168017733596442009-06-21T11:54:00.000-07:002009-06-21T11:55:09.546-07:00

It's time for BACON, yeah BACONGet on out of bed and have some awesome baconHey, you, it's BACONSizzlin' on the stove and smokin'Don't even try to hide it'Cause we're gonna need some BACON tonightAnd you know I'm gonna fry it up rightWe're gonna munch it all when it's crispy and niceBACON, BACON, Gonna have some BACON tonightTowels laid out to absorb the greaseJust waitin' for my treat (It's time

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Don't. Perpetuate. Drama. Especially when it's coming from fucktards on the internet who just want to start trouble.

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First: Resident Evil 5: It's good. Not stupid amazing good, but a solid game that is trying to do shake up the series by placing it in a hot sun-drenched environment. This works for the most part, but there weren't as many spooky parts, and the vehicle driving sections were generally boring. Sitting at the turret of a gun and blazing down enemies doesn't make for a very fearful experience. That

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A really good article on the costs of healthcare in America. As with so many things, it seems to come down to greed vs care.

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While building my most recent Magic deck, I realized something. I have run out of basic forests. I didn't think that was possible. And I'm not sure this is a good sign.

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Was called a fatalist last night by Jim, in our discussion about newspapers. This was after I'd called him one. The perspectives divided thusly: He thinks that newspapers are on their way out, and that when they go, we lose something critical to our democracy because there's nothing to replace them. The internet (with bloggers being the definition there) and TV do not have the credibility nor the

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I got my haircut yesterday. Probably the best $5 haircut I've gotten since the early 80's, but I think I would've ponied up 5 more to not have to listen to shitty, shitty pop music for forty minutes. There was one song with a really catchy riff, wasted in a song that was otherwise drivel. The Foo Fighters could've done something awesome with that riff. But this band wasn't even close. Although

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Lock yourself out of the house. The cats will not let you back inside.

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Well, I finished the first, handwritten draft of a book I've been writing for 3 years. It's not the most triumphant thing ever, but it is an accomplishment in the process of making a complete thing. So I'll take it.

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Got yelled at by an anarchist tonight for not knowing what anarchy is, apparently.When I asked her what she wanted, and she included, 'democracy' and I said, you can't have democracy and anarchy at the same time, she yelled a me, about how I ought to read x,y,z. But she didn't actually tell me what the difference was, when I asked. Or how I wasn't a liberterian because I thought regulated

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It's one of those days: Resist Despair. It's not that things are bad, but they do not appear to be hopeful in any interesting manner. I kind of want to use the internet like Twitter today; just leave my short comments and leave. I don't abhor Twitter per se, but there's so much noise out there in the Universe anyway, and nobody cares about what I have to say in comparison. Especially since I am

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I've been encountering the usual internet drama and it was in the shower today that I had a realization; some people are addicted to it. They need to create (or bear witness to) a whole lot of anxious misery in order to feed some weird hunger in themselves. I have the internet trolls to thank for this, but I don't mean that in a congratulatory sort of way. I get that everyone is the asshole

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I'm doing a podcast now, for people interested in hearing my voice. Linky above.I'm having trouble finding jobs that I think I can work in. I seem to know so little. On the other hand, all the time at home is giving me space to read, write, and listen to music I haven't in a long time. You may not be aware of this, but the Smashing Pumpkins' Mellon Collie and the blahblahblah is a shitty record.

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And it was good. At this point, it kinda goes: Andrew WK, It's Time To Party = Metallica, Creeping Death = Pelican, Angel Tears. And then there's everything else.I don't care what you've seen live, I'll put those three experiences against anything.(but, I've had booze and so this is not the be all end all.)

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My sister asked me what I thought of Twitter while I was in Spokane, and the link pretty much sums it up.It does have some uses; A.Ho has told me of how they use it at his job to let people know about shifts they can pick up, and Bailey's Taproom uses it to let people know what's on tap, but these are really narrow applications. Just like the service itself, I think.

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When I went back to Spokane last week, I brought with me a whole slew of old cassette tapes which had songs on them I hadn't listened to in twenty years. I learned a few things along the way. The Pet Shop Boys' 'It's A Sin' is a gay anthem. 'Living in a box' is an incredibly offensive song, when I step back from it for even a moment. (Although to be fair, I was far less aware of the plight of the

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Gotta say that 2009 has been one where I've had to accept my successes based on the level of personal growth I'm having to endure. It has not been fun, though I've been becoming more aware. I don't envy anyone the path I'm on though.I'd also like the insomnia that's been shooting me in the mind between 2 and 4 a.m. every night for the past month to go away. For a long time.

DMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872704933949924201noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668036.post-41952953414619626322009-01-27T10:29:00.002-08:002009-01-27T10:30:14.229-08:00

When I swear to god I think I could fix the internet by having the 'reply all' email button give you a shock and nosebleed.

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The first song I heard when I touched down in NYC last year was You're A Wolf by Sea Wolf. It's one of my favorite songs from the album, and hearing it at random made sure I wouldn't forget to include this at the end of the year.Once again, I found myself listening to Jesu more than any other band this year. Supple Hope is another one of Jesu's textured songs with a title that misleads; the

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