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House of pain, running through my head. "jump around, of course." That nominal favorite of the world. So, for once, my days off weren't abused and taken from me, kicking and screaming, by chores and responsibilites and issues. I was actually able to kick back and relax. So, what happens? I get ******** sick. I felt like s**t all day tuesday and wednesday. I feel like s**t today, and now I'm back at work. ********. Well, being sick had it's advantages. I got to play through F.E.A.R. once.

It's actually shorter than I thought it would be. It's got some great action, and some scary s**t.. but.. they really should have blended the two better. As it stands, they jsut feel like seperate themes. Ie: One level is shooting, the next is spooky, then back to shooty. Like it switches off. Blech. Storyline was really cool, and so was the ending. Fun times. Now started on quake 4. Much more of a run-and-gun experience, action is faster, but less involved. In FEAR, it's throw grenade, duck, lean out pop off three rounds, target killzones, dodge bullets. In quake 4, it's... shoot till they stop moving. Repeat on next baddie. Still, both are fun in their own light. And once I beat q4.. i'll prolly play through fear again.


Ahh, poor journal.. full of trite crap, and not as rant-filled as before. I guess I've just been too tired recently to do much about that.. Or maybe I just don't care. Blech. Halloween is almsot here. Nifty. After that, it's my birthday, then christams, then new years. It's just a fun-packed few months coming up. Who knows, maybe things will improve. Being 21 doesn't sound like a hoot other than legal access to booze. But, then again, tell that to the bottles of jack, mcormics, and vitoli sitting in my fridge. Hmm.. Maybe my dad will finally consider me an adult. He once told me I wasn't an adult until I could legally buy alcohol. Maybe I'll just show up at the house on my birthday, trashed as all ********. Hell, that would just be mean. They are "reformed alcoholics" after all. Might just push them over the edge. Crazy bastards.

Well, here's to hope. Salud.

EDIT:


Okay, ranty goodness to follow. Go penny-arcade.

http://www.penny-arcade.com/news.php?date=2005-10-17

Ha! Read and laugh your asses off. Jack thompson, the violent, misled, petty piecashit that he is, has truly been beaten at his own game. His claims of "satire" and "razor sharp-wit" are all pathetic little attempts to cover his a**, and keep the flames at bay. You're burning, jackie boy. Too late to save now. Quite frankly, this is utter and complete bullshit on his part, and I'm sick of his lies. I now know his phone number.. I'm not going to post it.. Well.. maybe I will. I dunno, I don't want to risk a "lawsuit". Heehee.. "stop it or else" seems to be his catch-phrase. We're all just waiting for the dime to drop, and find out just exactly what the ******** "or else" entails. The smart money seems to be on impotent bitching and whining, but there's also the pathetic mewling option, too.

This is whatr happens when your asinine claims against a group of intelligent, successful people are nothing but lies and double-speak. Jack, maybe if you played more games, you'd know that gaming sharpens your reflexes, coordination, and most importantly, puzzle-solving skills. So, we are quite able to think around your sad little trap of stories as much as that may dishearten you.

Jack is floundering on the rocks after being smacked with a 10,000$ dollar whiffle bat. May the seagulls descend to peck out his eyes, so they may see no more evil. May they peck out his tongue so he can no longer spit venom at the world. May the peck out his ears, se he cannot hear the tide coming in to wash his misbegotten campaign of filth away.