Now, seeing as I'm sitting at night/morning in a general state of post-Christmas/pre-exam depression, I might as well push away all daunting notions of having to do any sort of work.
Taking Christmas into review, I'd say it held a couple of nice surprises, the main surprise being a FANTABULOUSLY GORGEOUS digital camera, with which I hereby vow to go completely nuts.
Secondly I've been afflicted with various forms of addictions to several games; something I'd really like to call a manner of a OCD, but that'd just be one big fat excuse of a self-deceiving lie. I'll use that excuse anyway.
Now... I'd like to send a message of lovehate to developers Popcap and Infinity Ward. Yes, you time-stealing, dirty, ridiculously talented douchebags, I'm talking to you. You all ought to be in line for a painful tour of a rusted medieval torture chamber while listening to every single abyssmal boyband ever to rise from the infernal depths of the music industry. Making such a ludicrously addictive simple puzzle game as Peggle should be outlawed. It's not even particularly exciting or rewarding, but I can't get my fucking eyes away from it unless I'm playing Call of Duty 4, which is another display of stupefyingly entertaining fireworks in the form of multiple kinds of armed mayhem in various ruined oriental cities or, to spice things up, on a cargo ship.
And as if the horribly high entertainment value wasn't enough, they've also included a deviously satisfying experience and challenge system, which keeps you glued to the screen until you've achieved "just one more promotion". Given my current rate I might just as well assume that I won't get any bloody amount of revision done for my exam, and that I will remain a spawn-camping killerbum for the rest of my sorry caucasian life.
NOW I'm going to force myself to get some rest before I get some stupid idea like trying to improve my skills with some godawful and completely pointless shotgun - that no sane man would ever use - simply because using it gives XP.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Gaming status December.
Merry Christmas!? Yes, it's that time ... oh wait, it began back in October...ish. Buy more crap at special prices. Everywhere.
Besides the depressive commercialism, Christmas is actually alright. Apart from the raving tendency to ensure that every student must endure abnormally bad timing as far as written assignments and exams are concerned. Well not me this year, hahahahahaha! /unnecessary gloating
Yes, that's right. Well okay, maybe there's some revision to do, but otherwise I've carved a path through the very worst of what had to be overcome. Mixing it with purty, purty Christmas lights on every street, it's almost enough to cheer me up, combined with a mixture of actually quite good games which happen to be available to me, in spite of the overall shittiness of the gaming market for sad RPG-lovers like myself. The day the number of worthwhile RPGs that are non-bleedingMMO for PC is on the rise is the day I'll open my heart to astrophysics and become a lifetime member of Scientology. As a result I've converted out of necessity to the FPS and RTS genres because I don't dare the event horizon of the big black hole that is my WoW account, which has been locked in every possible way as to prevent its malevolent influence.
So instead of dying pointlessly in various instances and battlegrounds, I now die repeatedly and pointlessly in various teamplay maps, whether it involves an ungodly amount of sticky bombs, a cheeky sniper with X-ray vision and superhuman reflexes or an Unreal Tournament 3 Darkwalker kindly stepping on my poor, fragile and customly designed reptillian body of questionable biological plausibility.
On the brighter side of the blandly multicoloured spectrum of virtual treats, Psychonauts still stands as a surprisingly fresh experience, breaking my sorry state of perpetual déjà vu.
I mean, fighting a genetic memory of Napoleon Bonaparte inside the mind of one of his descendants can't do anything but rock.
And that's it for me lest I need an overdose of coffee to achieve a bare minimum of survival at university in the morning.
Besides the depressive commercialism, Christmas is actually alright. Apart from the raving tendency to ensure that every student must endure abnormally bad timing as far as written assignments and exams are concerned. Well not me this year, hahahahahaha! /unnecessary gloating
Yes, that's right. Well okay, maybe there's some revision to do, but otherwise I've carved a path through the very worst of what had to be overcome. Mixing it with purty, purty Christmas lights on every street, it's almost enough to cheer me up, combined with a mixture of actually quite good games which happen to be available to me, in spite of the overall shittiness of the gaming market for sad RPG-lovers like myself. The day the number of worthwhile RPGs that are non-bleedingMMO for PC is on the rise is the day I'll open my heart to astrophysics and become a lifetime member of Scientology. As a result I've converted out of necessity to the FPS and RTS genres because I don't dare the event horizon of the big black hole that is my WoW account, which has been locked in every possible way as to prevent its malevolent influence.
So instead of dying pointlessly in various instances and battlegrounds, I now die repeatedly and pointlessly in various teamplay maps, whether it involves an ungodly amount of sticky bombs, a cheeky sniper with X-ray vision and superhuman reflexes or an Unreal Tournament 3 Darkwalker kindly stepping on my poor, fragile and customly designed reptillian body of questionable biological plausibility.
On the brighter side of the blandly multicoloured spectrum of virtual treats, Psychonauts still stands as a surprisingly fresh experience, breaking my sorry state of perpetual déjà vu.
I mean, fighting a genetic memory of Napoleon Bonaparte inside the mind of one of his descendants can't do anything but rock.
And that's it for me lest I need an overdose of coffee to achieve a bare minimum of survival at university in the morning.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Whatever.
I came to the conclusion that I don't really want to keep repeating my psychological state here because it bores the Hell out of me and just depresses me even more. So instead I'm just going to ramble about various topics that I rampantly pick out of the blue.
Now, a birthday and one horridly boring assignment later, I sit in a caffeine-induced state of sleepless mania, trying with some febrile measure of desperation to find something to think about. Well indeed there's a lot to think about. But is any of it really worth it?
Who cares.
The other day I saw something that perplexed me somewhat. It's not that I hadn't seen anything like it before, but this time I actually stopped to think about it. At the local train station, which I frequent, almost every morning I see the same 50-year-old-ish man standing there trying to hand out pamphlets for Jehovas Witnesses. First of all, almost no one is at all interested. I once heard some guy say that to be a Jehovas Witness is to know hate, and I think most of us can agree that they're bloody annoying. We're talking about a decadent sect who don't believe in blood donation and frequently predict the end of the world, and then, when the world does in fact not end, make some absurd claim to justify their logic. I'm not sure I truly believe that it's healthy faith that drives a man to stand at that station every morning...
*Feel the thought hanging in the air*
In other news, Roland Barthes is the devil. No, please don't look him up.
Now, a birthday and one horridly boring assignment later, I sit in a caffeine-induced state of sleepless mania, trying with some febrile measure of desperation to find something to think about. Well indeed there's a lot to think about. But is any of it really worth it?
Who cares.
The other day I saw something that perplexed me somewhat. It's not that I hadn't seen anything like it before, but this time I actually stopped to think about it. At the local train station, which I frequent, almost every morning I see the same 50-year-old-ish man standing there trying to hand out pamphlets for Jehovas Witnesses. First of all, almost no one is at all interested. I once heard some guy say that to be a Jehovas Witness is to know hate, and I think most of us can agree that they're bloody annoying. We're talking about a decadent sect who don't believe in blood donation and frequently predict the end of the world, and then, when the world does in fact not end, make some absurd claim to justify their logic. I'm not sure I truly believe that it's healthy faith that drives a man to stand at that station every morning...
*Feel the thought hanging in the air*
In other news, Roland Barthes is the devil. No, please don't look him up.
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