Monday, January 21, 2008
Mass Effect and Fox News
Ok, I have to pick a fight here with this.
1. The Character in which your character gets to have digital sex with, is a hermaphrodite, not a woman or a man.
2. The latest study actually shows that the majority of gamers are age 30+ (and live in their basement with their mom)
3. This isn't "Luke Skywalker meets Debbie Does Dallas" like Keighly said, there's 30 seconds of half an alien boob and side as opposed to 30 hours+ gameplay. I'm telling you, if Debbie does dallas only had 30 seconds of sideboob, NOBODY would know what it was.
4. The Marker for the ESRB rating is ALWAYS on the FRONT COVER.
5. Atari? Bitch please! How old are you anyway, 50? Nice plastic Surgery.
6. I'm quite certain that the creators of Mass Effect will sleep well, knowing that a panty waste like you, who's too fucking ignorant to try to understand something, won't buy a single copy of their game.
7. Marketing to kids? Are you kidding me? can you name a place where you saw a Mass Effect Commercial? I can't! It doesn't seem like they're marketing at all.
8. If you don't watch your kids, if you don't raise your kids properly, that when you have disobedient little shits who would break open a cupboard to play your stupid game.
And I could rant all fucking day, this video is fucked up.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
So Angry
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not sure why, bad moood. :(
not sure why, bad moood. :(
newest developments
hey
i've been blogging alot on myspace.
so I figure I ought to blog here.
my friend has been banned from speaking to me.
her boyfriend has taken it upon himself to see me as a threat to his home, and calls me a homewrecker.
When in all reality, it is him who is wrecking their home.
Despite her oath to him, to stop talking to me, she still contacts me, because I am her friend.
She does greatly value our friendship and this is something I'm quite proud of.
Anyway, it appears as if he is starting to admit he has a problem, I've heard word that he is going to try to get medication for his problem.
however I don't believe medication will solve this issue, at least not alone.
medication might offer some temporary relief, but the issues they have going on at home, with his lack of respect towards her, is not something that medication alone can solve.
In order for him to change, he has to change his whole point of view. He has to realize how brilliant she actually is.
Anyway, this is not a blog on THEIR relationship or THEIR life, so I will bring this back around to my point of view.
What do I hope to achieve: Happiness for my friend, but also to have an elevated relationship with my friend (perhaps girlfriend?)
What I feel: I feel that he will never change, and that she should stop wasting her time and kick him out. Start the healing process now.
What I've done: I've done my best to be a good friend, and try to keep from coming at this with romantic intentions. Even though that's what I hope to achieve, she needs a friend right now, and not someone chasing after her.
How I Feel: Bipolar. At times I feel ok, maybe even happy, other times I feel distraught. Mostly because I have no one to talk to.
My Plans: My plans are just to try to be a good friend and stick it out, if I will achieve my goal, it will have to be through letting time decide. Although, I will be a good friend to Monica and help her in determining things if she asks. Like, letting her know that I think he needs more than medication.
In other news:
I refuse to pay $400 a month to my ex for child rearing. I do admit money should be paid, but no where near $400 a month. I have to move out of my dads place and I'm never going to get anywhere if I give her all my money.
her response to this, has been to DECREASE what she feels is acceptable time for me to see my kids.
Apparently you have to pay to play.
Not seeing my kids has caused me a great amount of grief and anger. I miss my boys. I love them so much.
I have been so lonely lately, I've considered calling up the she-bitch herself just to have someone to talk to, if she'd entertain me.
But I've stayed away from dropping to such a low.
Things have been particularly on edge lately, and I'm starting to get sick of it. I just want to have a friend to talk to, I don't want to worry about sneaking around, or having to wait for her to call me.
blogging has been my outlet, and unfortunately it only provides a little relief.
i've been blogging alot on myspace.
so I figure I ought to blog here.
my friend has been banned from speaking to me.
her boyfriend has taken it upon himself to see me as a threat to his home, and calls me a homewrecker.
When in all reality, it is him who is wrecking their home.
Despite her oath to him, to stop talking to me, she still contacts me, because I am her friend.
She does greatly value our friendship and this is something I'm quite proud of.
Anyway, it appears as if he is starting to admit he has a problem, I've heard word that he is going to try to get medication for his problem.
however I don't believe medication will solve this issue, at least not alone.
medication might offer some temporary relief, but the issues they have going on at home, with his lack of respect towards her, is not something that medication alone can solve.
In order for him to change, he has to change his whole point of view. He has to realize how brilliant she actually is.
Anyway, this is not a blog on THEIR relationship or THEIR life, so I will bring this back around to my point of view.
What do I hope to achieve: Happiness for my friend, but also to have an elevated relationship with my friend (perhaps girlfriend?)
What I feel: I feel that he will never change, and that she should stop wasting her time and kick him out. Start the healing process now.
What I've done: I've done my best to be a good friend, and try to keep from coming at this with romantic intentions. Even though that's what I hope to achieve, she needs a friend right now, and not someone chasing after her.
How I Feel: Bipolar. At times I feel ok, maybe even happy, other times I feel distraught. Mostly because I have no one to talk to.
My Plans: My plans are just to try to be a good friend and stick it out, if I will achieve my goal, it will have to be through letting time decide. Although, I will be a good friend to Monica and help her in determining things if she asks. Like, letting her know that I think he needs more than medication.
In other news:
I refuse to pay $400 a month to my ex for child rearing. I do admit money should be paid, but no where near $400 a month. I have to move out of my dads place and I'm never going to get anywhere if I give her all my money.
her response to this, has been to DECREASE what she feels is acceptable time for me to see my kids.
Apparently you have to pay to play.
Not seeing my kids has caused me a great amount of grief and anger. I miss my boys. I love them so much.
I have been so lonely lately, I've considered calling up the she-bitch herself just to have someone to talk to, if she'd entertain me.
But I've stayed away from dropping to such a low.
Things have been particularly on edge lately, and I'm starting to get sick of it. I just want to have a friend to talk to, I don't want to worry about sneaking around, or having to wait for her to call me.
blogging has been my outlet, and unfortunately it only provides a little relief.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
A Sailors Life For Me.
I am the captain of a lonely ship.
No one mans my sails but me.
I look for a hearty crew to join me on my quest.
But it seems that either no one is interested, or those who are interested are put off by my other qualities.
So I shall sail alone, through rain and murky waters.
Being Captain of a ship doesn't mean much when you're the only crew member.
Going from port to port, looking for people to join..
I've always found a little bit of pleasure in being alone though.
Relying on myself to save myself.
The water isn't always so bad either, sometimes it's nice to take a swim.
And I may meet some people along the way, Captains of other ships.
Become friends with them and their crew.
But I must never forget that I am alone.
Destination seemingly unreachable without a crew.
But most likely, once I get there, I'll miss sailing.
The best part about reaching the destination is usually the trip you take to get there.
Winning, losing, Sailing high, making stops along the way..
Perhaps it is better to give up the idea of reaching a destination and just sail.
There's plenty of fish in the sea.
Who needs to stop when one can live off the sea as one would live off the land?
Captain of No One.
Hero of myself.
Big fish in a little pond.
--------
My body, a vessel.
This life, the waters.
My mind and soul, the Captain.
I sail these seas and visit places secretly.
Secrecy, hard to imagine a huge ship, with enormous sails, being able to secretly travel about.
Aye, I smell the scent of a mutiny. Perhaps it shall work in my favor.
So I work, in secret, to aid those who would sabotage their captain, for their gain, and yet my own.
I am the Captain, I wear a nice hat.
I control the wheel.
Perhaps once this mutiny is over, I shall have a new crew to assist me in manning my sails.
If not, oh well, at least I helped a few troubled souls along my way.
They call me crazy, for being at sea without a map.
I learned my way around these waters.
Through mistakes.
Through advice.
My Ship, the S.S. Avalon...
Aye, I did work hard for her, and I will have more work to go.
Hopefully I will have my own locker soon..
Perhaps it will be a locker that I will share.
No one mans my sails but me.
I look for a hearty crew to join me on my quest.
But it seems that either no one is interested, or those who are interested are put off by my other qualities.
So I shall sail alone, through rain and murky waters.
Being Captain of a ship doesn't mean much when you're the only crew member.
Going from port to port, looking for people to join..
I've always found a little bit of pleasure in being alone though.
Relying on myself to save myself.
The water isn't always so bad either, sometimes it's nice to take a swim.
And I may meet some people along the way, Captains of other ships.
Become friends with them and their crew.
But I must never forget that I am alone.
Destination seemingly unreachable without a crew.
But most likely, once I get there, I'll miss sailing.
The best part about reaching the destination is usually the trip you take to get there.
Winning, losing, Sailing high, making stops along the way..
Perhaps it is better to give up the idea of reaching a destination and just sail.
There's plenty of fish in the sea.
Who needs to stop when one can live off the sea as one would live off the land?
Captain of No One.
Hero of myself.
Big fish in a little pond.
--------
My body, a vessel.
This life, the waters.
My mind and soul, the Captain.
I sail these seas and visit places secretly.
Secrecy, hard to imagine a huge ship, with enormous sails, being able to secretly travel about.
Aye, I smell the scent of a mutiny. Perhaps it shall work in my favor.
So I work, in secret, to aid those who would sabotage their captain, for their gain, and yet my own.
I am the Captain, I wear a nice hat.
I control the wheel.
Perhaps once this mutiny is over, I shall have a new crew to assist me in manning my sails.
If not, oh well, at least I helped a few troubled souls along my way.
They call me crazy, for being at sea without a map.
I learned my way around these waters.
Through mistakes.
Through advice.
My Ship, the S.S. Avalon...
Aye, I did work hard for her, and I will have more work to go.
Hopefully I will have my own locker soon..
Perhaps it will be a locker that I will share.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Victory, Triumphs? Hah!
I relapsed today.
A day that I should be happy, and I feel sad.
my friend managed a breakthrough in her relationship and is expecting high amounts of change.
she has also told me about how irresistible I am.
And that she told her man that she has contemplated rooming with me.
I should be happy if not for the first reason then for the second two.
But it appears as if my friendly little courting run, has come to an end.
As I sit here, in my pitiful existence, wondering what could possibly be wrong, that nearly a week ago I was beaming with confidence, happy, and couldn't remember the last time I viewed pornography, and even cooled off on masturbation.
a wreck
I am going to smoke a cigarette and try to keep myself from doing anymore damage.
I told my friend that I was rooting for them to break up, because it didn't seem like he was going to change and that all he could do was hurt them and hurt them, and hurt the family.
but I saw him today, and he seemed cheery almost.
it was peculiar.
I found out I was right on some theories I had about him.
maybe once things settle down, if I don't make it in the computer industry, I could become a relationship counselor.
I feel dangerous.
I feel like raising trouble.
When I was a young boy
Growing up in the ghetto
Hanging out on corners
Singin' with the fellas
Lookin' for the cute chicks
Trying to find a bit of fun
Looking for some trouble
From anyone who'll give me some
I was young and crazy
In the ghetto
Didn't know what my life would be
In the ghetto
I was dumb and oh so lazy
In the ghetto
Something had a spell on me
In the ghetto
You wanna know what I'm talkin' bout?
Talkin' 'bout ghetto life
Ghetto Liiiiiiiiiiiife
You wanna know what I'm singin' 'bout?
Talkin' 'bout ghetto life
Ghetto Liiiiiiiiiiiife
When I was a young man
Kind of free and fancy
Met this little cute girl
She said her name was Nancy
She had pigtails to her shoulders
She couldn't have been much older
She taught me what I had to know
To make a girl not want to go
She was very kinky
In the ghetto
She laid her pigtails down on me
In the ghetto
And I was feeling oh so sneaky
In the ghetto
I had to see what love could be
In the ghetto
I knew it all along
That my game was strong
But I was wrong that time
I knew I had to pray
And give myself away
Did you think I was man enough?
Yeah
Did you think I was smart enough?
Yeah
Did you think I was strong enough?
Yeah
Did you think I'd work it out?
So I'm going to ease up a little bit, I suppose.
I'm too charming and romantic.
And even though I might get something that would be fun, I would not get the love and relationship I would want.
So it's a lost cause.
Who needs 5 kids running around anyway?
Yeah, that's what I'll do, make jokes about it.
that'll put the fire out
that'll solve everything
despite offending
I care deeply for my friend and her family.
And she cares for me, she's been a reader of my blog for a long time.
She's helped me through a lot of tough times, behind the scenes.
But she loves a Dustin who is me.
And only likes the me who is me.
So tomorrow, after I drop my kids off at the day care, I'm going to pick up my friend brendan and we are going to go looking around.
Friday, my band is having a Dance Dance Revolution stomp out at Castles And Coasters.
Going to rock out with our cocks out.
ok, maybe not.
Brendan has been upset, because the band hardly practices.
He really wants us to make something of ourselves.
I'm happy just to have a day to go and make an ass out of myself and let out some of my creativity.
It seems I've bottled so much of it over the past years.
my job is going extremely well
I was the call champion last month, I took in the most calls of the whole center, over 1k
Also, I won an award that entitles me to free lunch
and I'm getting a $165 bonus at the end of this month.
I enjoy driving my new toyota.
I can't stop thinking about my friend, I wish she was mine.
It seems to people my age, I'm too weird, too clingy, because I don't want to just date and goof off.
I have my children to think about.
I want to be with someone who knows about children, is good with them, and much more.
my friend is brilliant
smoke time.
A day that I should be happy, and I feel sad.
my friend managed a breakthrough in her relationship and is expecting high amounts of change.
she has also told me about how irresistible I am.
And that she told her man that she has contemplated rooming with me.
I should be happy if not for the first reason then for the second two.
But it appears as if my friendly little courting run, has come to an end.
As I sit here, in my pitiful existence, wondering what could possibly be wrong, that nearly a week ago I was beaming with confidence, happy, and couldn't remember the last time I viewed pornography, and even cooled off on masturbation.
a wreck
I am going to smoke a cigarette and try to keep myself from doing anymore damage.
I told my friend that I was rooting for them to break up, because it didn't seem like he was going to change and that all he could do was hurt them and hurt them, and hurt the family.
but I saw him today, and he seemed cheery almost.
it was peculiar.
I found out I was right on some theories I had about him.
maybe once things settle down, if I don't make it in the computer industry, I could become a relationship counselor.
I feel dangerous.
I feel like raising trouble.
When I was a young boy
Growing up in the ghetto
Hanging out on corners
Singin' with the fellas
Lookin' for the cute chicks
Trying to find a bit of fun
Looking for some trouble
From anyone who'll give me some
I was young and crazy
In the ghetto
Didn't know what my life would be
In the ghetto
I was dumb and oh so lazy
In the ghetto
Something had a spell on me
In the ghetto
You wanna know what I'm talkin' bout?
Talkin' 'bout ghetto life
Ghetto Liiiiiiiiiiiife
You wanna know what I'm singin' 'bout?
Talkin' 'bout ghetto life
Ghetto Liiiiiiiiiiiife
When I was a young man
Kind of free and fancy
Met this little cute girl
She said her name was Nancy
She had pigtails to her shoulders
She couldn't have been much older
She taught me what I had to know
To make a girl not want to go
She was very kinky
In the ghetto
She laid her pigtails down on me
In the ghetto
And I was feeling oh so sneaky
In the ghetto
I had to see what love could be
In the ghetto
I knew it all along
That my game was strong
But I was wrong that time
I knew I had to pray
And give myself away
Did you think I was man enough?
Yeah
Did you think I was smart enough?
Yeah
Did you think I was strong enough?
Yeah
Did you think I'd work it out?
So I'm going to ease up a little bit, I suppose.
I'm too charming and romantic.
And even though I might get something that would be fun, I would not get the love and relationship I would want.
So it's a lost cause.
Who needs 5 kids running around anyway?
Yeah, that's what I'll do, make jokes about it.
that'll put the fire out
that'll solve everything
despite offending
I care deeply for my friend and her family.
And she cares for me, she's been a reader of my blog for a long time.
She's helped me through a lot of tough times, behind the scenes.
But she loves a Dustin who is me.
And only likes the me who is me.
So tomorrow, after I drop my kids off at the day care, I'm going to pick up my friend brendan and we are going to go looking around.
Friday, my band is having a Dance Dance Revolution stomp out at Castles And Coasters.
Going to rock out with our cocks out.
ok, maybe not.
Brendan has been upset, because the band hardly practices.
He really wants us to make something of ourselves.
I'm happy just to have a day to go and make an ass out of myself and let out some of my creativity.
It seems I've bottled so much of it over the past years.
my job is going extremely well
I was the call champion last month, I took in the most calls of the whole center, over 1k
Also, I won an award that entitles me to free lunch
and I'm getting a $165 bonus at the end of this month.
I enjoy driving my new toyota.
I can't stop thinking about my friend, I wish she was mine.
It seems to people my age, I'm too weird, too clingy, because I don't want to just date and goof off.
I have my children to think about.
I want to be with someone who knows about children, is good with them, and much more.
my friend is brilliant
smoke time.
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