Friday, September 30, 2005
Real ninjas smell like pine.
Greetings! It is that time again! I have just run out of adventures in Kingdom of Loathing, it is late, and my roommate has gone home for the weekend.
And so here I am, once again boxed up in the little world of my computer, wasting my precious time in the most wasteful fashion possible: by downloading things which I will probably only look at twice: once to find them, and then again to delete them, so as to make room for more downloads.
Find. Download. Delete. Repeat as needed.
Man, do I have fun or what?
Today has been the perfect depressing ending to a depressing week. Yez yez, Ah sit and Ah savoure ze sweet bitterneess of ze situation.
You see, this morning my clock radio attempted to wake me up as usual, starting by softening me up at 6:45 with the local radio station's morning show, and then attempting to blow my brains out my ears at 7:00 with an obnoxiously high-pitched pulsing buzz. But this morning, instead of steadfastly fighting awakeness all the way up to the buzzing part, at which point I would normally try my best to knock everything in arms reach off my desk in a frantic attempt to pound the snooze button into submission, I instead woke up with the first word out of the morning show guy's mouth, skipped the easily-reached snooze button, and flipped the two tiny switches on the side of the clock, turning both alarms off completely.
I then entered that strange state where one is still mostly asleep, but at the same time possesses a tiny sliver of consciousness. So there I was, laying in my bed like a heavy bronze statue ( do not question the similies! ;-) ), straddling the barrier between consciousness and unconsciousness, and while one part of me was happily making friends with the ninja penguins on their gigantic flying apple pie fortress, a smaller part was demanding I tell him why the heck I turned off the alarms. I just kept on going on and on about it. In fact, I became quite a nuisance, going so far as to interrupt my penguin sensei's lesson on the sacred art of the deadly air freshener-nun-chucks, myself whining something about how I was going to miss my programming lab, and if I remembered that I got graded on that lab, and yelling something about how here in the states if you missed a test you failed it, unlike my previous French school. I paused in my training long enough to tell the part of me who was conscious that it was Ok, I would go to class today, but just not this one, and s
ilenced the annoyingly correct part of myself with a deadly airfreshener-nun-chuck hit to the groin. And so I slept blissfully, although some part of me was aware that at this very moment a pretty red "F" was being written somewhere close to my name, slept all the way up to towards 9:00. When I finally became fully awake and realized what I had done, I felt pretty embarrassed by the whole deal, and disappointed that I would receive yet another bad grade this week. ( More on that later ) But I figured, what the hey, at least this turn of events is not a total loss, now I had extra time to do the EECE 210 homework that I had been saving for such a special occasion as this. ( the occasion being that it was due at 3PM that day ) And so I sprung nimbly out of bed and streched luxiouriously, determined to keep this bad start from ruining the day, and decided that I should get started immediately on that EECE homework. Strangely enough it seemed as if I had a bizarre definition of "doing homework", because I began working on it by getting out and putting on my desk: my homework paper, my EECE notebook, my calculator, a pen, a pencil, and finally a ruler; and then immediately resting my elbows on my notebook, turning on my computer, opening up my programs and beginning to download more useless files.
Find. Download. Delete. Repeat.
Again, a more intelligent part of me began screaming about how my homework would not do itself, and time was running out, et cetera, et cetera, blablabla, but thankfully I remained immune to it's logic and managed to ignore it's buzzing in my head, buzzing just like my alarm would have if I had not turned it off. Too bad I couldn't turn the voice off as well.
Some part of me stayed hopeful that I would still go to my 12:30 Calc recitation, but deep, deep down I think I already knew that I wasn't going to get up out of this chair and away from this computer anytime soon. It only took the completion of the Family Guy Movie download to convince myself to skip recitation, and I spent the next hour and a half not doing my homework and not going to class, but rather subjecting myself to the tastelessness that was that movie. Cutting class is not without cost for me, and guilt was piling upon guilt. To make a long story short, the smart part kicking me repeatedly eventually had it's effect, but too late. I had enough time to scribble the answer ( I hope ) to the first question of my homework on a piece of paper, throw on my sandals and a jacket, and hurry off to my EECE class. Did I mention that we have quizzes in this class every Friday? And of course I studied just about nothing before I burst into class a couple of minutes late and quickly shuffled into a chair. Thankfully enough for me, we managed to convince the professor to skip the test in favor of doing an electrical circuit demo, but my class-skipping and not-homework-doing had already done it's damage, reducing me to the self-loathing, quivering, anti-social lump you see before you.
And that's not all! There's more! For the low-low price of my self-respect, I did the same things ( half-done, late, poor quality ) on Wednesday for my Calc Homework, and then on Thursday for my EECE lab write up. Not to mention the evil SATANIC Calc I test we took on Tuesday! I mean, I pretty much have already learned everything in that class, but this test had me crying for my mommy! ( Or maybe someone with a Ph.D in Math. Whoever was closest. )
Anyway, that is the sad, sad, self destructive story of my week. And no, it wasn't really the computer's fault, just like murder isn't really the gun's fault. It was merely a tool I used for my self destruction.
I must lack Seritonin or something. :)
Aanyway... less sad, more happy! On a much lighter note, I have just rediscovered Tibia, a pretty cool game my cousins introduced me to awhile back.
( Click on the link to find out all you need to know about it. From Wikipedia ) Much like Kingdom of loathing, it is a free game which you play online. But as you can see from the picture to the left, Tibia is graphics based, unlike KoL. The graphics sorta remind me of a gameboy game, but the gameplay however is much more advanced. Basically it is the usual action RPG, you fight monsters, you get more buff, you find better items, but there are quite a few differences, and they are good. For Tibia is peopled by REAL persons! For those of you who have never tried a MMORPG, or Massivley Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game, they can be massive fun just because of the sheer unpredictability of real people. Think of it like a chat program with ALOT of extra features. And then it has the classes ( Knight Wizard etc... ) and just crazy things that you can do like work in a bakery and etc... that other RPGs offer for you to do. You can buy a shovel and go exploring in the dark depths of the earth, just make sure you bring a rope, or you could just buy a sickle and harvest wheat to make loaves of bread which you would then sell in the market square. The possibilities are practically endless. It is a greatly fun game and I highly recommend it to anyone. Plus, it's free! So go here to download this awesome program ( the only info you have to give is your email, and I know from experience that they don't send junk mail ) , and those of you with slow connections, rejoice! For the file is only 8Mb, and it doesn't need a very fast internet connection to run with out lag! Yay! The only problem that I have encountered in the set up thing was the name choosing part. For some reason they are really really picky about what name you choose. My sis ended up just clicking on the "Random name" generator button and choosing one of those. Didn't do that with me, but hey... :)
Alright, so if you decide to join us in the world of tibia, remember when you are creating your character ( only can do that on the webpage. Not in the game. ) to choose for your world as Astera.
I repeat: so that we can meet up in the game, choose as your world ASTERA. Just so that we are clear. =)
My character's name is Ess Mann, so if you see him, BE NICE! =) I can't remember what my sis's name is. If you do eventually sign up, post your character's name in the comments on this post or email it to me, and I will try to arrange times to meet up online and do stuff. It's a fun game! Try it!
Ok, I think this post has just about reached the maximum word count possible without me developing carpaltunnel's syndrome, so I will hopefully see you all sooner rather than later! Adios muchachos!
And so here I am, once again boxed up in the little world of my computer, wasting my precious time in the most wasteful fashion possible: by downloading things which I will probably only look at twice: once to find them, and then again to delete them, so as to make room for more downloads.Find. Download. Delete. Repeat as needed.
Man, do I have fun or what?
Today has been the perfect depressing ending to a depressing week. Yez yez, Ah sit and Ah savoure ze sweet bitterneess of ze situation.
You see, this morning my clock radio attempted to wake me up as usual, starting by softening me up at 6:45 with the local radio station's morning show, and then attempting to blow my brains out my ears at 7:00 with an obnoxiously high-pitched pulsing buzz. But this morning, instead of steadfastly fighting awakeness all the way up to the buzzing part, at which point I would normally try my best to knock everything in arms reach off my desk in a frantic attempt to pound the snooze button into submission, I instead woke up with the first word out of the morning show guy's mouth, skipped the easily-reached snooze button, and flipped the two tiny switches on the side of the clock, turning both alarms off completely.
I then entered that strange state where one is still mostly asleep, but at the same time possesses a tiny sliver of consciousness. So there I was, laying in my bed like a heavy bronze statue ( do not question the similies! ;-) ), straddling the barrier between consciousness and unconsciousness, and while one part of me was happily making friends with the ninja penguins on their gigantic flying apple pie fortress, a smaller part was demanding I tell him why the heck I turned off the alarms. I just kept on going on and on about it. In fact, I became quite a nuisance, going so far as to interrupt my penguin sensei's lesson on the sacred art of the deadly air freshener-nun-chucks, myself whining something about how I was going to miss my programming lab, and if I remembered that I got graded on that lab, and yelling something about how here in the states if you missed a test you failed it, unlike my previous French school. I paused in my training long enough to tell the part of me who was conscious that it was Ok, I would go to class today, but just not this one, and s
ilenced the annoyingly correct part of myself with a deadly airfreshener-nun-chuck hit to the groin. And so I slept blissfully, although some part of me was aware that at this very moment a pretty red "F" was being written somewhere close to my name, slept all the way up to towards 9:00. When I finally became fully awake and realized what I had done, I felt pretty embarrassed by the whole deal, and disappointed that I would receive yet another bad grade this week. ( More on that later ) But I figured, what the hey, at least this turn of events is not a total loss, now I had extra time to do the EECE 210 homework that I had been saving for such a special occasion as this. ( the occasion being that it was due at 3PM that day ) And so I sprung nimbly out of bed and streched luxiouriously, determined to keep this bad start from ruining the day, and decided that I should get started immediately on that EECE homework. Strangely enough it seemed as if I had a bizarre definition of "doing homework", because I began working on it by getting out and putting on my desk: my homework paper, my EECE notebook, my calculator, a pen, a pencil, and finally a ruler; and then immediately resting my elbows on my notebook, turning on my computer, opening up my programs and beginning to download more useless files.Find. Download. Delete. Repeat.
Again, a more intelligent part of me began screaming about how my homework would not do itself, and time was running out, et cetera, et cetera, blablabla, but thankfully I remained immune to it's logic and managed to ignore it's buzzing in my head, buzzing just like my alarm would have if I had not turned it off. Too bad I couldn't turn the voice off as well.
Some part of me stayed hopeful that I would still go to my 12:30 Calc recitation, but deep, deep down I think I already knew that I wasn't going to get up out of this chair and away from this computer anytime soon. It only took the completion of the Family Guy Movie download to convince myself to skip recitation, and I spent the next hour and a half not doing my homework and not going to class, but rather subjecting myself to the tastelessness that was that movie. Cutting class is not without cost for me, and guilt was piling upon guilt. To make a long story short, the smart part kicking me repeatedly eventually had it's effect, but too late. I had enough time to scribble the answer ( I hope ) to the first question of my homework on a piece of paper, throw on my sandals and a jacket, and hurry off to my EECE class. Did I mention that we have quizzes in this class every Friday? And of course I studied just about nothing before I burst into class a couple of minutes late and quickly shuffled into a chair. Thankfully enough for me, we managed to convince the professor to skip the test in favor of doing an electrical circuit demo, but my class-skipping and not-homework-doing had already done it's damage, reducing me to the self-loathing, quivering, anti-social lump you see before you.
And that's not all! There's more! For the low-low price of my self-respect, I did the same things ( half-done, late, poor quality ) on Wednesday for my Calc Homework, and then on Thursday for my EECE lab write up. Not to mention the evil SATANIC Calc I test we took on Tuesday! I mean, I pretty much have already learned everything in that class, but this test had me crying for my mommy! ( Or maybe someone with a Ph.D in Math. Whoever was closest. )
Anyway, that is the sad, sad, self destructive story of my week. And no, it wasn't really the computer's fault, just like murder isn't really the gun's fault. It was merely a tool I used for my self destruction.
I must lack Seritonin or something. :)
Aanyway... less sad, more happy! On a much lighter note, I have just rediscovered Tibia, a pretty cool game my cousins introduced me to awhile back.
( Click on the link to find out all you need to know about it. From Wikipedia ) Much like Kingdom of loathing, it is a free game which you play online. But as you can see from the picture to the left, Tibia is graphics based, unlike KoL. The graphics sorta remind me of a gameboy game, but the gameplay however is much more advanced. Basically it is the usual action RPG, you fight monsters, you get more buff, you find better items, but there are quite a few differences, and they are good. For Tibia is peopled by REAL persons! For those of you who have never tried a MMORPG, or Massivley Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game, they can be massive fun just because of the sheer unpredictability of real people. Think of it like a chat program with ALOT of extra features. And then it has the classes ( Knight Wizard etc... ) and just crazy things that you can do like work in a bakery and etc... that other RPGs offer for you to do. You can buy a shovel and go exploring in the dark depths of the earth, just make sure you bring a rope, or you could just buy a sickle and harvest wheat to make loaves of bread which you would then sell in the market square. The possibilities are practically endless. It is a greatly fun game and I highly recommend it to anyone. Plus, it's free! So go here to download this awesome program ( the only info you have to give is your email, and I know from experience that they don't send junk mail ) , and those of you with slow connections, rejoice! For the file is only 8Mb, and it doesn't need a very fast internet connection to run with out lag! Yay! The only problem that I have encountered in the set up thing was the name choosing part. For some reason they are really really picky about what name you choose. My sis ended up just clicking on the "Random name" generator button and choosing one of those. Didn't do that with me, but hey... :)Alright, so if you decide to join us in the world of tibia, remember when you are creating your character ( only can do that on the webpage. Not in the game. ) to choose for your world as Astera.
I repeat: so that we can meet up in the game, choose as your world ASTERA. Just so that we are clear. =)
My character's name is Ess Mann, so if you see him, BE NICE! =) I can't remember what my sis's name is. If you do eventually sign up, post your character's name in the comments on this post or email it to me, and I will try to arrange times to meet up online and do stuff. It's a fun game! Try it!
Ok, I think this post has just about reached the maximum word count possible without me developing carpaltunnel's syndrome, so I will hopefully see you all sooner rather than later! Adios muchachos!
Friday, September 16, 2005
I am a genius in france!
Wow. I've been wanting to write for awhile, but it is only now that I am getting around to it. You see, several things have to converge at exactly the same time to create the right blog post creating atmosphere:
Can you tell that I've had english classes? Luckly enough I dropped them before I became even more arrogant about writing. =) Now I am liberated from the evil feeling of wondering if I put enough show words and description into my writting, if it is worthy. In my opinion, if I talk to someone and he understands what I am trying to say, then whatever means I used to get my point across are valid! Behold! I usher in the new era of writing! No longer shall people go on about how ain't isn't a word! Who in the entire world who speaks english does not understand what ain't means? If that many people know what it means, I'd say ain't is a really good word, then! Ain't that the truth!
Ok, I am shutting up now. =) Hmm... In other news, Katie Albright's blog seems to be really well done now! Before when I would click on it, it would just go to this blank page, but now it is a really neat looking tropical paradise! Yay!
Oh, and I have been talking on AIM alot lately to my good friend Jessica Brislen who I met at the MK camp I went to this summer! Yay! =) I was overjoyed to find another MK at the camp who had gone to a french school and had just passed her Bac, and we spent our last day at camp blowing things up ( highlight =) ) and picking on each other as only those who have been to french school are capable: by making fun of the sections we were in in highschool. I am ( or was, rather) a brilliant S, the section which upholds the science and technology road of learning, the very foundation upon which society relies, and she was an L, they like read poetry or something. ;-) She did get a way better score than I did on the BAC, though! Anyway, when we were talking I think I told her that if you googled my name my TPE site would show up. So I guess she did, and when she got to the site she clicked on the "Blog" link that I had put on there ( heard that it helped search engines find your page...), and then she got here, posted comments and I am really glad she found me! =) Just in case, you know, you didn't know who she was... Hehehe. Sorry. Oh. And she is perfect. ( Or so she tells me. ) =)
Let's see, what else has been going on? Hmm. Oh yeah, for the last week or so I have been deliriously sick with like a cold or something. Ouch. That was quite very painfull. Yesterday I couldn't even see where I was walking because of the tears that kept clouding my vision, and I kept on running into trash cans and things: Excuse me sir! Oh, wait, I mean, trash can. Wait, why am I apologizing to you, you stupid trash can! Curse you for mearly existing! I swat you for your annoyance! *John hits man walking by, man kills john, John cries, it begins to rain on his bloody and still blind corpse*
Oh, and when I got up this morning the weather was like pea soup! What is up with that? I mean, it's still pretty warm here, it's kansas, and I wake up being able to actually see for the first time in awhile, and when I get out side thick fog obscures my vision up to 2 feet! People in front of me are just dark blurry outlines, and a chilly wind pricks my arms. I mean, Hello waiter? I don't think I ordered this london weather! Could you take it back?
I kept on imagining ways to exact my revenge on the torturously cold weather, perhaps I could create a weather controling device! Then I could make it turn around and rain on itself!! Oh yeah, wouldn't be so tough then, would it? Hahahaha!! Hear that weather? Your time will come! YOUR TIME WILL COME!! MWHAHAHAHAHA!!
Well, me get sleepy, you get link to new random story blog me Jonathan and Alex are making. Check it out! Bye! Random Story Blog
- First, I must run out of things to do on my computer ( No chatting, Playing videogames, etc..)
- Secondly, I must have absolutely NO ONE hanging around behind me as I play my keyboard like a percussion instrument, my keystrokes beating in time to my current music and crafting beautiful melodies of sweet words. ( Oh yeah. Check teh skillz. )
- And lastly, it must be absurdly late.
Can you tell that I've had english classes? Luckly enough I dropped them before I became even more arrogant about writing. =) Now I am liberated from the evil feeling of wondering if I put enough show words and description into my writting, if it is worthy. In my opinion, if I talk to someone and he understands what I am trying to say, then whatever means I used to get my point across are valid! Behold! I usher in the new era of writing! No longer shall people go on about how ain't isn't a word! Who in the entire world who speaks english does not understand what ain't means? If that many people know what it means, I'd say ain't is a really good word, then! Ain't that the truth!
Ok, I am shutting up now. =) Hmm... In other news, Katie Albright's blog seems to be really well done now! Before when I would click on it, it would just go to this blank page, but now it is a really neat looking tropical paradise! Yay!
Oh, and I have been talking on AIM alot lately to my good friend Jessica Brislen who I met at the MK camp I went to this summer! Yay! =) I was overjoyed to find another MK at the camp who had gone to a french school and had just passed her Bac, and we spent our last day at camp blowing things up ( highlight =) ) and picking on each other as only those who have been to french school are capable: by making fun of the sections we were in in highschool. I am ( or was, rather) a brilliant S, the section which upholds the science and technology road of learning, the very foundation upon which society relies, and she was an L, they like read poetry or something. ;-) She did get a way better score than I did on the BAC, though! Anyway, when we were talking I think I told her that if you googled my name my TPE site would show up. So I guess she did, and when she got to the site she clicked on the "Blog" link that I had put on there ( heard that it helped search engines find your page...), and then she got here, posted comments and I am really glad she found me! =) Just in case, you know, you didn't know who she was... Hehehe. Sorry. Oh. And she is perfect. ( Or so she tells me. ) =)
Let's see, what else has been going on? Hmm. Oh yeah, for the last week or so I have been deliriously sick with like a cold or something. Ouch. That was quite very painfull. Yesterday I couldn't even see where I was walking because of the tears that kept clouding my vision, and I kept on running into trash cans and things: Excuse me sir! Oh, wait, I mean, trash can. Wait, why am I apologizing to you, you stupid trash can! Curse you for mearly existing! I swat you for your annoyance! *John hits man walking by, man kills john, John cries, it begins to rain on his bloody and still blind corpse*
Oh, and when I got up this morning the weather was like pea soup! What is up with that? I mean, it's still pretty warm here, it's kansas, and I wake up being able to actually see for the first time in awhile, and when I get out side thick fog obscures my vision up to 2 feet! People in front of me are just dark blurry outlines, and a chilly wind pricks my arms. I mean, Hello waiter? I don't think I ordered this london weather! Could you take it back?
I kept on imagining ways to exact my revenge on the torturously cold weather, perhaps I could create a weather controling device! Then I could make it turn around and rain on itself!! Oh yeah, wouldn't be so tough then, would it? Hahahaha!! Hear that weather? Your time will come! YOUR TIME WILL COME!! MWHAHAHAHAHA!!
Well, me get sleepy, you get link to new random story blog me Jonathan and Alex are making. Check it out! Bye! Random Story Blog
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Soon I will have a program to write posts on my blog for me.
Hehehe. Check this site out! Rubix cube solver! You paint the configuration of your rubix cube on the site's cube, and then it gives you illustrated step-by-step instructions on how to solve it! Brilliant! "But John!" you say, "doesn't that take away from the fun of solving it yourself?" Well, I respond, I would never be able to solve it anyway, and now I can! Yay!! =) Now I just have to buy myself a Rubix Cube, and let the computer play with it for me!! Viva la technologie!!!!
Friday, September 09, 2005
You've got the Whole World, in your Harddrive....
Hey guys, want to see something really cool? Well, if you have a windows 2000 or Xp computer, go on over to Google Earth and download that sucker! It is really a great program, and I am very impressed with it's ease of use. Basically, Google earth is a 3D globe with satellite images wrapped around it. So what you end up with is a realistic picture of earth from the sky, one on which you can zoom in all the way on one spot almost enough that you can read the writing on the billboard downtown from where you are sitting right now. ( Unless you are in Africa, of course. But even then you can still see some blurry houses. )
You know those thrillers where the government zooms in on the car's license plate from satellites and sends the CIA to kill the guy? Well, now you can be the government. It is really cool. It even has the ground accurately mapped so that you can tilt the camera and actually see how high mount saint helens really is.
You can visit the forbidden city of china and see all the little tourists visiting the place! You can see the Vatican! You can count the number of spy planes in area 51! You can find the house you are sitting in right now! And any other place that you can see from the sky on planet earth!
Creepy? Perhaps. The thing is, the photos go from recent to 3 years old, so don't be expecting to be able to boot up google earth and see what your neighbor is doing in their back yard or anything. I just think it is awesome to get an idea of how truly massive earth is.
You can even download satellite picture overlays that they sometimes have on the site, like when hurricane Katrina was still going full force they had real-time satellite updates of the flood and the destruction so you could see what was going on, and then turn it off and compare it to how new Orleans was before. I even downloaded a virtual tour of Paris where it takes you to the more interesting parts and tell you what they are. Almost as good as one of those bus tours.
Anyway, here is a picture of where I am sitting right now, my
dorm in Manhattan, Ks. It may be kinda strange looking at things from a top down perspective, but the place is instantly reconisable if you have been there before. That brown box thing down at the bottom is Kramer, where I eat all of my meals. My dorm is the one with the round yellow thing in the middle of it.I was also able to find Conakry, Guinea on this big globe of ours. Here is it's picture:
Pretty cool, hunh? I didn't know that the islands were that big. Look at them! They are almost bigger than Conakry!
So, if you have an Ok computer and an ok internet connection, I thought that google earth was really an awesome download, and you should try it. And if you do have it, click here to be flown directly to where I am in Kansas. Look around, although there is not much to see!
And just because I think it's cool, I will end this post with a picture of mount St.Helens taken by me, using google earth. ( Really good definition on this one! )
Sunday, September 04, 2005
The late bird gets to write on his blog longer.
Hey. It's one o'clock in the morning, which makes this prime blog-posting time for me, so I guess I'll start writing and see where it takes me.
First of all, those of you who have commented should know that I answer comments ( usually ) before I make the next post, so go back and check if you don't want to miss my doubtlessly dali lama-like wisdom-filled response to your comments.
Speaking of comments, uncle Dwayne noticed that my posts have been shrinking ever smaller since I started college. This, I discovered, is true. The reason is that I now share a room with an almost complete stranger, and as my sister can attest, I have a problem with people being behind me while I use the computer. It doesn't matter if they are reading what I am doing or not, it's just the fact that they could be. What can I say? I am insane.
See, right now I am ok, because either my roommate has decide to visit the parents for labor day weekend, or, more likely, he is attending some sort of party.
Heh. "Labor day". That's right, I bet it's creation went something like this:
"Hey dude, we need some sort of holiday to celebrate the joy and benefit that work brings to us, but what should we do to make it special?"
"I don't know Tim, how about we don't work on that day?"
"Brilliant!"
It just strikes me as ironic that we celebrate work on this day by not working.
Is it just me, or do you think that it should really be called: "no-labor day"? Or maybe "I-need-an-excuse-to-not-work-today day"? I mean, calling it "labor day" is like calling Halloween "lets-eat-health-food" day. So weird.
Oh yeah, I saw "Transporter 2" this weekend. Sweet. I heard it described as "out-bonding bond" by one critic, and I must admit, it did have the over-the-top stunts and I-don't-give-a-shaken-martini-about-storyline type plot that makes bond movies, well, so bondish.
I am going to break the plot down for you real simple: Transporter likes boy. Transporter likes boy's mother. Bad guys kidnap boy, give boy deadly virus, who gives mom deadly virus. Transporter kills bad guys, gets antidote, and does some really awesome stunts on the way. And the stunts and fight scenes are what make me love transporter 2. In a bond movie you expect lots of let-us-suspend-logic-for-awhile stunts, but usually you can guess what they'll be. Well, in transporter 2 the stunts are so crazy and the pacing so fast that you don't get time to expect them, and that is what makes the "Woah. That was cool" So much better in Transporter 2. Watch Transporter 2 if you feel like seeing someone beating legions of bad guys up pretty good, and don't want to bother wondering how the transporter calculates exactly how fast to drive off of buildings and land in adjacent parking garages. I judge it to be one of the better movies of it's genre that I've seen lately.
In other news, we have finally received the paper mario game we ordered off of eBay, and it is... Good. The fact that the last game that we bought was "Resident Evil 4" which is my vote for best game of all time, meant that maybe my standards for Paper Mario were too high.
That being said, Paper mario 2 is a great game. Although it's got those cutesy graphics, inside it is a relatively deep combat system ( you can do super timed button presses for bonuses everywhere like in "Mario Luigi Superstar" for GBA ) and some cleverly written dialogue. The princess is of course captured again, although this time not by bowser ( who you can play as in parts of the game. Awesome. ), but by strange x-creatures. Badges are back just like last time and give you cool powers, and you gain party members with special powers just like last time as well. Overall, it's way better than the original, but yet not as good as ResEvil4. Which is the best game ever made. Did I mention? =)
Well, I'm off to my sweet, sweet, bed of awesome sleep, now. So good night, sleep well, and don't let the evil homework bite.
First of all, those of you who have commented should know that I answer comments ( usually ) before I make the next post, so go back and check if you don't want to miss my doubtlessly dali lama-like wisdom-filled response to your comments.
Speaking of comments, uncle Dwayne noticed that my posts have been shrinking ever smaller since I started college. This, I discovered, is true. The reason is that I now share a room with an almost complete stranger, and as my sister can attest, I have a problem with people being behind me while I use the computer. It doesn't matter if they are reading what I am doing or not, it's just the fact that they could be. What can I say? I am insane.
See, right now I am ok, because either my roommate has decide to visit the parents for labor day weekend, or, more likely, he is attending some sort of party.
Heh. "Labor day". That's right, I bet it's creation went something like this:
"Hey dude, we need some sort of holiday to celebrate the joy and benefit that work brings to us, but what should we do to make it special?"
"I don't know Tim, how about we don't work on that day?"
"Brilliant!"
It just strikes me as ironic that we celebrate work on this day by not working.
Is it just me, or do you think that it should really be called: "no-labor day"? Or maybe "I-need-an-excuse-to-not-work-today day"? I mean, calling it "labor day" is like calling Halloween "lets-eat-health-food" day. So weird.
Oh yeah, I saw "Transporter 2" this weekend. Sweet. I heard it described as "out-bonding bond" by one critic, and I must admit, it did have the over-the-top stunts and I-don't-give-a-shaken-martini-about-storyline type plot that makes bond movies, well, so bondish.
I am going to break the plot down for you real simple: Transporter likes boy. Transporter likes boy's mother. Bad guys kidnap boy, give boy deadly virus, who gives mom deadly virus. Transporter kills bad guys, gets antidote, and does some really awesome stunts on the way. And the stunts and fight scenes are what make me love transporter 2. In a bond movie you expect lots of let-us-suspend-logic-for-awhile stunts, but usually you can guess what they'll be. Well, in transporter 2 the stunts are so crazy and the pacing so fast that you don't get time to expect them, and that is what makes the "Woah. That was cool" So much better in Transporter 2. Watch Transporter 2 if you feel like seeing someone beating legions of bad guys up pretty good, and don't want to bother wondering how the transporter calculates exactly how fast to drive off of buildings and land in adjacent parking garages. I judge it to be one of the better movies of it's genre that I've seen lately.In other news, we have finally received the paper mario game we ordered off of eBay, and it is... Good. The fact that the last game that we bought was "Resident Evil 4" which is my vote for best game of all time, meant that maybe my standards for Paper Mario were too high.
That being said, Paper mario 2 is a great game. Although it's got those cutesy graphics, inside it is a relatively deep combat system ( you can do super timed button presses for bonuses everywhere like in "Mario Luigi Superstar" for GBA ) and some cleverly written dialogue. The princess is of course captured again, although this time not by bowser ( who you can play as in parts of the game. Awesome. ), but by strange x-creatures. Badges are back just like last time and give you cool powers, and you gain party members with special powers just like last time as well. Overall, it's way better than the original, but yet not as good as ResEvil4. Which is the best game ever made. Did I mention? =)Well, I'm off to my sweet, sweet, bed of awesome sleep, now. So good night, sleep well, and don't let the evil homework bite.
