The past twelve hours (my entire day, really) have gone by in a blur.
I woke up at eleven, surprised that it was eleven. According to my calculations, that's eleven hours of sleep. That's like two nights worth.
I finished The Force Unleashed with some mild disappointment; I powered through it over the weekend, smiling with nerd-excitement over the story (basically, a new star wars movie). Everything was rosey until some cringe-inducing love story bits soured the fan service.
Afterward, over some frozen pizza, I messed around in the LittleBigPlanet beta. I tried my hand at level creation, but ended up deleting my wooden-block mess. Some user created levels burned another hour of my time, and I had a lot of fun but I'm starting to wonder if the game is for me.
The only human interaction I had today was when I took The Force Unleashed back to the movie rental store. The clerk behind the counter took my disc, I picked up Silent Hill, and then another clerk checked me out. It was nice to see some people. Oh, and I played Counter-Strike with some Russians today. Judging from their tone, I think they were being assholes.
And that's pretty much been my day.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Day at the fair.
Let's say you're in the mood for some fried pickles. Also, maybe you want to watch a pot-bellied pig race while soaking up that pickle grease. And if you're in a really mood, let's say you wanted to hear a foul-mouthed clown on top of it all. Where could you find all of that?
Well, there's only one answer: The Georgia State Fair.
Oddly enough, Lindsey and I both woke up this morning craving exactly that (and at the same time, no less). So, we scavenged up some courage and hit the road.
We got there fairly early, in time to have most of the midway to ourselves. Now, that ultimately means two things: you can ride whatever rickety ride you want, without waiting in puke stained line and that every carnie in the place wants you to throw balls at their stack of blocks. First things first, if you're going to the fair for the rides, then you're probably going for the wrong reason. Each and every ride is designed to put that funnel cake back into the circle of life. The rides are scary for all the wrong reasons and can sometimes (most of the time) be painful. Highlight of ride buffet: watching the bored carnie (the one that checked to make sure you were strapped in tight) sit across from you in his own ride and through his hands in the air as the puke-o-whirl makes it's laps.
Midway carnies are relentless now. Walking down the midway is like walking into a bad convenience store after midnight, but instead of "hey buddy, spare some change?" it's "hey man, I'll let you toss three of these rings for ten bucks!" I'm not a gullible person at all, but one actually tricked me. "Hey, go ahead and throw the dart, it's on the house!" I figured that since we were the only people in non-carnival uniform he'd seen all day, we were actually getting a free game. I motioned Lindsey to take the dart (chivalry, not dead) and she reluctantly gave it a throw, popping no less than 6 balloons, leaving me to believe that these balloons had had a rough life and were eager to go. Our slick swindler looked us over "Wow! I think the balloons are afraid of you. Tell you what, I'll let you throw the dart again for $5 and you can have any prize you want!"
Besides the midway, there's the non-scary part of the fair, and there's enough material there for an entire grad school class to write their dissertations. Highlights include an old man, wearing a bee t-shirt and holding a bug zapper, selling every homemade honey product you could imagine, an Elvis impersonator with a full band, a performing eight year old jump rope group (these kinds had been clearly slave trained), and every kind of fried food imaginable, some even unimaginable. And apparently, people just bring their livestock to hang out for a few days.
I think all-in-all we had an amazing time (a++++ seller, would deal with again). It was nice to get out of our little shit town for the day, even if from the outside it seemed like we were escaping jail to go to prison.
Just remember, if you ever go, don't eat fried pickles before you ride anything.
Well, there's only one answer: The Georgia State Fair.
Oddly enough, Lindsey and I both woke up this morning craving exactly that (and at the same time, no less). So, we scavenged up some courage and hit the road.
We got there fairly early, in time to have most of the midway to ourselves. Now, that ultimately means two things: you can ride whatever rickety ride you want, without waiting in puke stained line and that every carnie in the place wants you to throw balls at their stack of blocks. First things first, if you're going to the fair for the rides, then you're probably going for the wrong reason. Each and every ride is designed to put that funnel cake back into the circle of life. The rides are scary for all the wrong reasons and can sometimes (most of the time) be painful. Highlight of ride buffet: watching the bored carnie (the one that checked to make sure you were strapped in tight) sit across from you in his own ride and through his hands in the air as the puke-o-whirl makes it's laps.
Midway carnies are relentless now. Walking down the midway is like walking into a bad convenience store after midnight, but instead of "hey buddy, spare some change?" it's "hey man, I'll let you toss three of these rings for ten bucks!" I'm not a gullible person at all, but one actually tricked me. "Hey, go ahead and throw the dart, it's on the house!" I figured that since we were the only people in non-carnival uniform he'd seen all day, we were actually getting a free game. I motioned Lindsey to take the dart (chivalry, not dead) and she reluctantly gave it a throw, popping no less than 6 balloons, leaving me to believe that these balloons had had a rough life and were eager to go. Our slick swindler looked us over "Wow! I think the balloons are afraid of you. Tell you what, I'll let you throw the dart again for $5 and you can have any prize you want!"
Besides the midway, there's the non-scary part of the fair, and there's enough material there for an entire grad school class to write their dissertations. Highlights include an old man, wearing a bee t-shirt and holding a bug zapper, selling every homemade honey product you could imagine, an Elvis impersonator with a full band, a performing eight year old jump rope group (these kinds had been clearly slave trained), and every kind of fried food imaginable, some even unimaginable. And apparently, people just bring their livestock to hang out for a few days.
I think all-in-all we had an amazing time (a++++ seller, would deal with again). It was nice to get out of our little shit town for the day, even if from the outside it seemed like we were escaping jail to go to prison.
Just remember, if you ever go, don't eat fried pickles before you ride anything.
Monday, September 29, 2008
NeoGAF Apocalypse
AranhaHunter:
"I guarantee the guy that's gonna win the constanza raffle will be djblackice or crazybros, i.e. someone who already has the beta and is just trying to be greedy."
djblackice:
"Dude, do you ever stop fucking crying? Jesus christ. I didn't even enter his raffle.
Get off your fucking emo trip and get a grip. I've received more than one beta code, is it my fault I won a contest here, and two sign ups on different sites? Hell, I even gave TWO of those away. That means I used one.
Fucking unbelievable. You can't be over 12, there's no way. Quit with the female stained PMS induced bout of passive aggresive bullshit and sack the fuck up.
Someone post the Dawson's Creek crying.gif for this fucknut, and tell him to get off my jock."
I'm a little ashamed to admit that I've spent the better part of my free time today stalking the NeoGAF forums, searching for my very own LittleBigPlanet beta key (a total clusterfuck, by the way). While my little, pathetic nerd quest crashed, sank, and then burned, I've found some things that might just be as entertaining as any hastily remade Mario level.
When faced with limited beta keys, internet nerds get their guns and horde their canned vegetables.
NeoGAF members are out for blood. What started out as a community effort to get everyone possible playing and sharing together quickly turned into a dog kennel brawl over the last chicken bone. Here's how it went down:
- Kind-hearted Gaffers take it upon themselves to begin organizing a list of all the board members who want a key. As soon as keys start rolling in, the first person in the list gets a code, then the second, and so on.
- More people than expected want in. The NeoGAF elite decide to lock the list down at 100. Peasants are disheartened and there's some unrest in the crowd.
- People start receiving codes and everyone is excited. However, the list isn't dwindling.
- Forum members lucky enough to have been given multiple codes start holding their own impromptu contests. One anime avatar asks that people post a list of their three favorite games so he can give his spare code to the groveler who pleases him the most. Lists are so hastily constructed that one guy leaves his caps lock on while he writes sUPER mARIO gALAXY.
- Nobody remembers the 100 member list.
- Greedy gafers start making a list of demands. "For my extra beta key, I'll accept a digital copy of Burnout Paradise".
- Rumors arise that some members are taking their shiny new codes to sell on ebay or trading them up for even better goods (as I write this, some guy is giving out a copy of CoD4 in exchange for a week of LBP). Desperate, angry internet nerds let the insults fly and the witch hunt begins.
So this is where we are now. The gaf meltdown is in full-swing and there's blood in the thread. At this rate, the only levels that will be shared on Gaf at LBP's release will be big blocks of "FUCK YOU" spelled out in penis bricks.
"I guarantee the guy that's gonna win the constanza raffle will be djblackice or crazybros, i.e. someone who already has the beta and is just trying to be greedy."
djblackice:
"Dude, do you ever stop fucking crying? Jesus christ. I didn't even enter his raffle.
Get off your fucking emo trip and get a grip. I've received more than one beta code, is it my fault I won a contest here, and two sign ups on different sites? Hell, I even gave TWO of those away. That means I used one.
Fucking unbelievable. You can't be over 12, there's no way. Quit with the female stained PMS induced bout of passive aggresive bullshit and sack the fuck up.
Someone post the Dawson's Creek crying.gif for this fucknut, and tell him to get off my jock."
I'm a little ashamed to admit that I've spent the better part of my free time today stalking the NeoGAF forums, searching for my very own LittleBigPlanet beta key (a total clusterfuck, by the way). While my little, pathetic nerd quest crashed, sank, and then burned, I've found some things that might just be as entertaining as any hastily remade Mario level.
When faced with limited beta keys, internet nerds get their guns and horde their canned vegetables.
NeoGAF members are out for blood. What started out as a community effort to get everyone possible playing and sharing together quickly turned into a dog kennel brawl over the last chicken bone. Here's how it went down:
- Kind-hearted Gaffers take it upon themselves to begin organizing a list of all the board members who want a key. As soon as keys start rolling in, the first person in the list gets a code, then the second, and so on.
- More people than expected want in. The NeoGAF elite decide to lock the list down at 100. Peasants are disheartened and there's some unrest in the crowd.
- People start receiving codes and everyone is excited. However, the list isn't dwindling.
- Forum members lucky enough to have been given multiple codes start holding their own impromptu contests. One anime avatar asks that people post a list of their three favorite games so he can give his spare code to the groveler who pleases him the most. Lists are so hastily constructed that one guy leaves his caps lock on while he writes sUPER mARIO gALAXY.
- Nobody remembers the 100 member list.
- Greedy gafers start making a list of demands. "For my extra beta key, I'll accept a digital copy of Burnout Paradise".
- Rumors arise that some members are taking their shiny new codes to sell on ebay or trading them up for even better goods (as I write this, some guy is giving out a copy of CoD4 in exchange for a week of LBP). Desperate, angry internet nerds let the insults fly and the witch hunt begins.
So this is where we are now. The gaf meltdown is in full-swing and there's blood in the thread. At this rate, the only levels that will be shared on Gaf at LBP's release will be big blocks of "FUCK YOU" spelled out in penis bricks.
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