It Is Alive...
Dec. 14th, 2007 03:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dexfarkinSince my blogging lunacy with THIRTY STOP I've been a little quiet on this thing. So, it is random update time. This is the time in the journal where I blather on about life and the crap in my head that keeps me awake nights, and you pretend to either care, be interested, or even slightly comprehend the kind of gibberish that leaks out of my nodal juices.
I call it Extreme Blogging. Later we're going to throw![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doqz out of a plane with a laptop strapped to his chest.
I might say 'fuck' a lot.
Went and saw Beowulf. Didn't take long for Disa and I to realize that this is the way that the Odyssey should be done, and Jerry 'Nutsack' Bruckheimer should be shot if he gets within 1000 metres of the production. Notable moments include an extended naked Beowulf-Grendal fight scene, in which the entire world inverts itself to hide his cock. Swinging on chandeliers, jumping over rafters, standing heroically on a table surrounded by a bunch of dudes; the laws of physics kept constant changes to make sure no swinging member was ever scene. However, in one of the more disturbing moments with the obligatory 'it's not nudity' ass shots of our hero, it becomes apparent that he has no scrotum. Yes, the sign of the ancient hero was to be born without testes.
In other news, Beowulf is the world's only unslashable film in history, because even slashers are saying 'man, way too easy'.
***
Baseball news, because I'm obsessed and you people decided to look at this journal willingly. Baseball released the Mitchell report yesterday. For those of you unaware, the Mitchell report is an investigation into the use of steroids in Major League Baseball. Now, many performance enhancing drugs like HGH were not illegal in baseball until 2002, proving that the MLB is about as insightful as a Chris Tucker film. However, with all the various scandals, the idea is that a report about the non-illegal things that players were doing in the 90s and past should be brought to light. Not surprisingly, the MLB players union was about as forthcoming as a mob lawyer with details, so much of the report is circumstantial.
Roger Clemens, all around insufferable prick is on it. Many not surprising names appear, and a couple of surprising ones (Pujols... damn). Only two Jays, Troy Glaus and Gregg Zaun appear. I'm somewhat torn about the report because I am against steroids and think that the MLB should be much more stringent. At the same point, there's no distinction between steroid use as a PED, and prescribed steroid use for injury rehabilitation. I'm also not terribly interested about who did steroids ten years ago when it wasn't illegal.
Yes, the mid to late 90s can be written off in baseball terms as 'roided up bags of juice mashing the cover off the ball. No one noticed Barry Bonds head tripling in size, or the fact that McGuire's forearms look like Popeye? Or that Sammy Sosa was a giant douchebag. Well, that one might not have been the juice. Still, everyone learned? Excellent. Clean up the game now and move the fuck forward.
In other news, the Jays acquired Scrappy Hustle McGrittystein for 2008. *sigh* David Eckstein is a 5ft 7in shortstop, with an arm like a seven year old girl. He survived some form of cancer, and looking at him, you have to think he didn't quite overcome albino-ism. Sports writers love the guy because he doesn't have the build to play Little League these days, and yet is a major league ball player. The trouble is that he's not a very good one. Unfortunately, it means the Jays own PMoD is back to a platoon role, since Eck can actually hit decently. The trouble is that you could put a traffic cone in the SS position and still get better coverage than this genetic freak.
Fuck this. I'm still getting my McDonald jersey. GO PMoD!!!
***
I know holiday stress has set in because my dreams have grown bizarre and in high definition. One of my tendencies is to sleep shallowly when I'm stressed or dealing with emotional uncertainty, so my dreams are extremely influenced by day to day elements, and then heavily memorable because I snap out of them and into wakefulness with very little transition.
The dream of fighting a guy using a hot iron or talking to Donald Sutherland about thread counts on Egyptian cotton sheets. Obviously, I am losing my fucking mind.
Speaking of losing my mind, don't be surprised if I'm a little distant over the holidays and into the New Year. No, this isn't anything bad or life crashing down. The last six months have been exceedingly emotionally draining. I've been in the position to be in the middle of numerous meltdowns, emotional crashes, and not a small amount of personal interventions for people. I'm happy to do it, and anyone I've been there for shouldn't feel guilty or bad or anything. I choose to do these things, no regrets, etc. It's simply I've been going to the well a little too much lately, and in the shock of all shocks, papering over the cracks with booze has reached the end game.
However, with everything sort of stacking, I am pretty burnt out; emotionally blank is the term that best describes it, in finding difficult to engage in emotional expression without exhaustion and disassociative apathy. Again, no great issue. Like with physical exhaustion, it just takes some rest and refueling to get back up again. That means if I seem quiet, or you haven't heard from me in a bit, there is no issue going on. I'm not drifting away, or mad at anyone, or depressed or you did something to make me mad/sad/other letters of -ad. I'm just disconnecting as much as I can until I get back on my feet again. So, just a pre-warning, because I don't know if I have another 'yes, I care about you, here's three paragraphs about it, I've just been insanely busy lately' e-mail in me for at least a couple of weeks.
As the final caveat, if you need help or to talk, I will absolutely be available. I know people are going through stuff and I'm not making 'me time' by walking away from everyone. I'd just appreciate if people understand where I'm at before jumping to conclusions that I've written them off or something, or that our friendship is under siege because I'm slow e-mailing or haven't commented in a while. I just can't face the idea of a dozen e-mails of 'we haven't talked for a couple of weeks, what did I do?' and the emotionally draining explanation process that follows. Make sense?
***
I'm working on a bid for the jackals of the American voting system. It's not so much burn out as wanting to cleanse myself with fire. Mmmm... fire.
***
I'm currently 2 for 3 with my X-Box 360. Halo 3 was a fantastic game. Two Worlds was like dating the really ugly girl just so you could peek at her older sister while changing. And getting kicked in the fucking nuts at the same time. Mass Effect, on the other hand, is nailing said older sister in every perverse way possible over a long weekend with the rest of the family on vacation, and then her two impossibly hot friends dropping by with a case of fine scotch and a totally unrestrained approach to gymnastic oral sex.
Perhaps I have extended that comparison a touch too far. However, that does define my porn search for this evening.
So Mass Effect is a game by BioWare, the Edmonton based company that created the original Baldur's Gate series, Knights of the Old Republic, and Jade Empire. They are known for solid game mechanics, but more importantly, the immersive and exceedingly well written quality of their games. The scripting is unbelievable, and it's backed by quality voice acting that actually has you laughing at the jokes and getting all uplifted by the speeches. They are also the only game designer to date that's been able to incorporate male and female relationship plots that aren't either juvenile or creepy.
Mass Effect is a sci-fi game, where humanity is now part of a larger Alliance, run by three very old races. Mass effect stations, which hyper-accelerate ships to allow for rapid transit between systems, are artifacts of a much old and disappeared civilization; the Protheans. Your character, the first human accepted into an elite secret police force for the Alliance called the Spectres, is on the trail of a Spectre gone rogue, who is working with a robot species, the Gith, to try and bring a race called the Reapers back to destroy the galaxy. The basic story isn't anything new. However, the writing in the group interactions and the side quests is the best I've ever encountered.
The game bears a lot of similarities to KotOR, save for the real time combat. Tech abilities and mass effect implants called biotics basically emulate the Force powers, and you're back to a three person team which includes plenty of aliens. Certainly not genius sci-fi by any means, but good, solid ideas to hang an extremely well written plot on to.
Mass Effect's voice acting is top notch, as always. BioWare was well known for going to the high quality voice actors, and this is no exception. I'm not hugely sold on the male voice, Meer, but the female version of the main character is voiced by Jennifer Hale, my favourite video game crush. Maria Sertis, of Next Gen fame, voices a big bosomed blue Matriarch gone evil, there's some mid-level actors like David Keith and Lance Henriksen involved, and best of all, your pilot, Joker, is none other than Seth Green.
A fun, genuinely challenging and engrossing RPG. Highly recommended.
***
I'm going to go see dead things behind glass for a while tonight. There is no bad there.
I call it Extreme Blogging. Later we're going to throw
doqz out of a plane with a laptop strapped to his chest.I might say 'fuck' a lot.
Went and saw Beowulf. Didn't take long for Disa and I to realize that this is the way that the Odyssey should be done, and Jerry 'Nutsack' Bruckheimer should be shot if he gets within 1000 metres of the production. Notable moments include an extended naked Beowulf-Grendal fight scene, in which the entire world inverts itself to hide his cock. Swinging on chandeliers, jumping over rafters, standing heroically on a table surrounded by a bunch of dudes; the laws of physics kept constant changes to make sure no swinging member was ever scene. However, in one of the more disturbing moments with the obligatory 'it's not nudity' ass shots of our hero, it becomes apparent that he has no scrotum. Yes, the sign of the ancient hero was to be born without testes.
In other news, Beowulf is the world's only unslashable film in history, because even slashers are saying 'man, way too easy'.
***
Baseball news, because I'm obsessed and you people decided to look at this journal willingly. Baseball released the Mitchell report yesterday. For those of you unaware, the Mitchell report is an investigation into the use of steroids in Major League Baseball. Now, many performance enhancing drugs like HGH were not illegal in baseball until 2002, proving that the MLB is about as insightful as a Chris Tucker film. However, with all the various scandals, the idea is that a report about the non-illegal things that players were doing in the 90s and past should be brought to light. Not surprisingly, the MLB players union was about as forthcoming as a mob lawyer with details, so much of the report is circumstantial.
Roger Clemens, all around insufferable prick is on it. Many not surprising names appear, and a couple of surprising ones (Pujols... damn). Only two Jays, Troy Glaus and Gregg Zaun appear. I'm somewhat torn about the report because I am against steroids and think that the MLB should be much more stringent. At the same point, there's no distinction between steroid use as a PED, and prescribed steroid use for injury rehabilitation. I'm also not terribly interested about who did steroids ten years ago when it wasn't illegal.
Yes, the mid to late 90s can be written off in baseball terms as 'roided up bags of juice mashing the cover off the ball. No one noticed Barry Bonds head tripling in size, or the fact that McGuire's forearms look like Popeye? Or that Sammy Sosa was a giant douchebag. Well, that one might not have been the juice. Still, everyone learned? Excellent. Clean up the game now and move the fuck forward.
In other news, the Jays acquired Scrappy Hustle McGrittystein for 2008. *sigh* David Eckstein is a 5ft 7in shortstop, with an arm like a seven year old girl. He survived some form of cancer, and looking at him, you have to think he didn't quite overcome albino-ism. Sports writers love the guy because he doesn't have the build to play Little League these days, and yet is a major league ball player. The trouble is that he's not a very good one. Unfortunately, it means the Jays own PMoD is back to a platoon role, since Eck can actually hit decently. The trouble is that you could put a traffic cone in the SS position and still get better coverage than this genetic freak.
Fuck this. I'm still getting my McDonald jersey. GO PMoD!!!
***
I know holiday stress has set in because my dreams have grown bizarre and in high definition. One of my tendencies is to sleep shallowly when I'm stressed or dealing with emotional uncertainty, so my dreams are extremely influenced by day to day elements, and then heavily memorable because I snap out of them and into wakefulness with very little transition.
The dream of fighting a guy using a hot iron or talking to Donald Sutherland about thread counts on Egyptian cotton sheets. Obviously, I am losing my fucking mind.
Speaking of losing my mind, don't be surprised if I'm a little distant over the holidays and into the New Year. No, this isn't anything bad or life crashing down. The last six months have been exceedingly emotionally draining. I've been in the position to be in the middle of numerous meltdowns, emotional crashes, and not a small amount of personal interventions for people. I'm happy to do it, and anyone I've been there for shouldn't feel guilty or bad or anything. I choose to do these things, no regrets, etc. It's simply I've been going to the well a little too much lately, and in the shock of all shocks, papering over the cracks with booze has reached the end game.
However, with everything sort of stacking, I am pretty burnt out; emotionally blank is the term that best describes it, in finding difficult to engage in emotional expression without exhaustion and disassociative apathy. Again, no great issue. Like with physical exhaustion, it just takes some rest and refueling to get back up again. That means if I seem quiet, or you haven't heard from me in a bit, there is no issue going on. I'm not drifting away, or mad at anyone, or depressed or you did something to make me mad/sad/other letters of -ad. I'm just disconnecting as much as I can until I get back on my feet again. So, just a pre-warning, because I don't know if I have another 'yes, I care about you, here's three paragraphs about it, I've just been insanely busy lately' e-mail in me for at least a couple of weeks.
As the final caveat, if you need help or to talk, I will absolutely be available. I know people are going through stuff and I'm not making 'me time' by walking away from everyone. I'd just appreciate if people understand where I'm at before jumping to conclusions that I've written them off or something, or that our friendship is under siege because I'm slow e-mailing or haven't commented in a while. I just can't face the idea of a dozen e-mails of 'we haven't talked for a couple of weeks, what did I do?' and the emotionally draining explanation process that follows. Make sense?
***
I'm working on a bid for the jackals of the American voting system. It's not so much burn out as wanting to cleanse myself with fire. Mmmm... fire.
***
I'm currently 2 for 3 with my X-Box 360. Halo 3 was a fantastic game. Two Worlds was like dating the really ugly girl just so you could peek at her older sister while changing. And getting kicked in the fucking nuts at the same time. Mass Effect, on the other hand, is nailing said older sister in every perverse way possible over a long weekend with the rest of the family on vacation, and then her two impossibly hot friends dropping by with a case of fine scotch and a totally unrestrained approach to gymnastic oral sex.
Perhaps I have extended that comparison a touch too far. However, that does define my porn search for this evening.
So Mass Effect is a game by BioWare, the Edmonton based company that created the original Baldur's Gate series, Knights of the Old Republic, and Jade Empire. They are known for solid game mechanics, but more importantly, the immersive and exceedingly well written quality of their games. The scripting is unbelievable, and it's backed by quality voice acting that actually has you laughing at the jokes and getting all uplifted by the speeches. They are also the only game designer to date that's been able to incorporate male and female relationship plots that aren't either juvenile or creepy.
Mass Effect is a sci-fi game, where humanity is now part of a larger Alliance, run by three very old races. Mass effect stations, which hyper-accelerate ships to allow for rapid transit between systems, are artifacts of a much old and disappeared civilization; the Protheans. Your character, the first human accepted into an elite secret police force for the Alliance called the Spectres, is on the trail of a Spectre gone rogue, who is working with a robot species, the Gith, to try and bring a race called the Reapers back to destroy the galaxy. The basic story isn't anything new. However, the writing in the group interactions and the side quests is the best I've ever encountered.
The game bears a lot of similarities to KotOR, save for the real time combat. Tech abilities and mass effect implants called biotics basically emulate the Force powers, and you're back to a three person team which includes plenty of aliens. Certainly not genius sci-fi by any means, but good, solid ideas to hang an extremely well written plot on to.
Mass Effect's voice acting is top notch, as always. BioWare was well known for going to the high quality voice actors, and this is no exception. I'm not hugely sold on the male voice, Meer, but the female version of the main character is voiced by Jennifer Hale, my favourite video game crush. Maria Sertis, of Next Gen fame, voices a big bosomed blue Matriarch gone evil, there's some mid-level actors like David Keith and Lance Henriksen involved, and best of all, your pilot, Joker, is none other than Seth Green.
A fun, genuinely challenging and engrossing RPG. Highly recommended.
***
I'm going to go see dead things behind glass for a while tonight. There is no bad there.
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Date: 2007-12-14 09:34 pm (UTC)That's the danger of launching an original franchise is that you have to set up the world, and Mass Effect drags a little bit in doing so. I think there's also emotional connections immediately to Star Wars and D&D games. I had a couple of 'what, really?' moments in Mass Effect, but they had a lot to do with the side quests. The guy growing organs for sale in his employees? Nice...
But yeah, I'm expecting the 'arc' to be the thing, so the end games of 1 and 2 won't quire have the punch of KotOR, but should still be solid and set up 3. Plus, they plan to release regular content over all three games over the 5 year console span, so I'm looking at this as a starting platform.
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Date: 2007-12-14 10:52 pm (UTC)You? Noooooooo.
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Date: 2007-12-15 05:09 pm (UTC)Boo.
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Date: 2007-12-15 03:45 am (UTC)Total sense. This is the reason why I asked if people really wanted to keep reading my secret-locked LJ posts. I can understand if people are busy and too emotionally drained. Ya know?
Anyway, I hope you're able to get the emotional rest you need. And when you're done, send some over my way please?
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Date: 2007-12-15 05:07 pm (UTC)I'll be by to look at this redheaded hot badass Mass Effect girl later. Uhm. Tuesday.