Had to spend another six hours on a bus today. My god, it's not just the boredom, having borrowed a DS staves off that, it's the damn pain in my knee from sitting still so long!
Add to that, there was a bloody beeping noise for four damn hours! I was ready to kill someone by the time I got off the bus!
Have a big fat exam tomorrow, and have to get up at six, so I'll just say good night right away!
söndag 3 oktober 2010
lördag 2 oktober 2010
Spirited Away!
I must say, it is without a doubt one of the strangest movies I have ever seen. It's not overly confusing; what's happening is usually discernible, but the twists and turns are bewilderingly odd and unexpected, it's absolutely impossible to determine ahead of time how things will unfold.
However, it's still a very good one. Just like the other movies from Studio Ghibli it tugs all the heartstrings at the right places, and confuzzled joy regularly follows.
All in all, this has been a fairly active day; we've gone shopping in the city, about 20 minutes walk from here, bought something to convert into a dinner and scouted out some restaurants for our rapidly approaching anniversery in three weeks.
Our attempts at finding a couple of training shoes for me were entirely unsuccesful; I merely had to say the words "Size 49" and they instantly told me "You're screwed!". We had much better luck at finding some jeans, as far as getting one whole pair that actually fit me properly. Though, the point of getting the shoes in the first place is to enable me to exercise properly so that I may lose some weight and a few inches off the waist, with any luck allowing me to squeeze into some other jeans I own.
Embarassingly enough, I had to resort to a walkthrough to get past a particularly tricky puzzle in The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass, because I was quite simply stuck; nothing I tried seemed to work! But now I'm past that little bump in the road, and I'll be dedicating most of my journey home tomorrow to the venture of finding another place to get stuck!
However, it's still a very good one. Just like the other movies from Studio Ghibli it tugs all the heartstrings at the right places, and confuzzled joy regularly follows.
All in all, this has been a fairly active day; we've gone shopping in the city, about 20 minutes walk from here, bought something to convert into a dinner and scouted out some restaurants for our rapidly approaching anniversery in three weeks.
Our attempts at finding a couple of training shoes for me were entirely unsuccesful; I merely had to say the words "Size 49" and they instantly told me "You're screwed!". We had much better luck at finding some jeans, as far as getting one whole pair that actually fit me properly. Though, the point of getting the shoes in the first place is to enable me to exercise properly so that I may lose some weight and a few inches off the waist, with any luck allowing me to squeeze into some other jeans I own.
Embarassingly enough, I had to resort to a walkthrough to get past a particularly tricky puzzle in The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass, because I was quite simply stuck; nothing I tried seemed to work! But now I'm past that little bump in the road, and I'll be dedicating most of my journey home tomorrow to the venture of finding another place to get stuck!
fredag 1 oktober 2010
A camel through the eye of a needle?
Today I would like to take the opportunity to yet again rant on the subject of religion. My specific gripe this time is heaven.
Heaven has come to be viewed as the most blissful of places, "heavenly" being an adjective describing beauty and delight. But what is heaven really supposed to be like?
If we read Revelations, it is described as a place where the only actions humans really take is to praise god at all times.
This offends me greatly! The thought of me, being a man raised with the ideals and goals of a free citizen, willingly giving all those freedoms up in favour of groveling in the dirt at the feet of a moody, willful and quite clearly maleficient deity is to me absolutely preposterous. We are, after all, talking about the same god that thought it would be the hallmark of a beneficent and sympathetic entity to stone to death disobedient children, homosexuals, witches and to smite with holy wrath a guy who accidentally touched the Ark of the Covenant to stop it from sliding off its carriage into the mud.
I wish I was making this shit up!
Even worse, it's not like this supposed god is giving us much of a choice. Either we spend the rest of eternity in slavery with no free will, or we will be cast down to eternal suffering in a sea of molten sulphur. Thank you very much, oh benevolent one!
All that apologetic bullshit about "Oh, god wants us to make our own choice!" rather rings false, doesn't it, when the options are either slavery or eternal damnation.
Good thing I do not believe in god, because I can't stand the idea of worshipping him in the first place. A good god doesn't let infant children die in an earthquake!
Heaven has come to be viewed as the most blissful of places, "heavenly" being an adjective describing beauty and delight. But what is heaven really supposed to be like?
If we read Revelations, it is described as a place where the only actions humans really take is to praise god at all times.
This offends me greatly! The thought of me, being a man raised with the ideals and goals of a free citizen, willingly giving all those freedoms up in favour of groveling in the dirt at the feet of a moody, willful and quite clearly maleficient deity is to me absolutely preposterous. We are, after all, talking about the same god that thought it would be the hallmark of a beneficent and sympathetic entity to stone to death disobedient children, homosexuals, witches and to smite with holy wrath a guy who accidentally touched the Ark of the Covenant to stop it from sliding off its carriage into the mud.
I wish I was making this shit up!
Even worse, it's not like this supposed god is giving us much of a choice. Either we spend the rest of eternity in slavery with no free will, or we will be cast down to eternal suffering in a sea of molten sulphur. Thank you very much, oh benevolent one!
All that apologetic bullshit about "Oh, god wants us to make our own choice!" rather rings false, doesn't it, when the options are either slavery or eternal damnation.
Good thing I do not believe in god, because I can't stand the idea of worshipping him in the first place. A good god doesn't let infant children die in an earthquake!
torsdag 30 september 2010
Friday night, dressed to kill...
Had a rather rude awakening today, thanks to my awesome autonomous nerve system! At 12:26, I awoke with my mobile phone in my left hand, having turned off the alarm in my sleep without hesitation.
Add to that, it spoiled a rather fascinating dream I had about suffering from radiation poisoning after a string of nuclear attacks against the city I was in. No, it didn't make much sense to me either.
I'm starting to miss the terrific feeling of dread that only Silent Hill 2 gives me. Oh, and Penumbra! Penumbra: Black Plague, to be precise.
As I might have mentioned before, a good horror game is one where the monsters in closets are kept at a minimum, where the terror of something you can't see is greater than the monsters you do happen to actually come across.
Black Plague also has the added factor of complete and utter lack of any means of defending yourself. All you can do if you're spotted by some faceless monstrosity is to run away, hide in a corner and try not to panic. Dammit, I've gotta pick that game up again. As always, the feeling of dread is lessened quite considerably when you are armed with a double-barelled shotgun and blasting holes in everything that moves, something that any good horror game avoids like the plague, the Black Plague in this case. This is why Doom 3 never actually qualified as a horror game. Sure, monsters popped out of closets here and there, but all you had to do was put a few slugs in their head and they literally dissolved.
Good riddance to that, we need more Penumbra!
Add to that, it spoiled a rather fascinating dream I had about suffering from radiation poisoning after a string of nuclear attacks against the city I was in. No, it didn't make much sense to me either.
I'm starting to miss the terrific feeling of dread that only Silent Hill 2 gives me. Oh, and Penumbra! Penumbra: Black Plague, to be precise.
As I might have mentioned before, a good horror game is one where the monsters in closets are kept at a minimum, where the terror of something you can't see is greater than the monsters you do happen to actually come across.
Black Plague also has the added factor of complete and utter lack of any means of defending yourself. All you can do if you're spotted by some faceless monstrosity is to run away, hide in a corner and try not to panic. Dammit, I've gotta pick that game up again. As always, the feeling of dread is lessened quite considerably when you are armed with a double-barelled shotgun and blasting holes in everything that moves, something that any good horror game avoids like the plague, the Black Plague in this case. This is why Doom 3 never actually qualified as a horror game. Sure, monsters popped out of closets here and there, but all you had to do was put a few slugs in their head and they literally dissolved.
Good riddance to that, we need more Penumbra!
onsdag 29 september 2010
The story of Rapture continues...
So far, I must say I'm rather impressed by Bioshock 2. While it doesn't improve dramatically on the graphics of the first game, the story is, as always, quite fleshed out, and exposition is provided in the form of audio logs littering the hallways here and there.
Like before, the feeling of isolation is rather strong, and the idea that you can't really trust anyone seems to be impossible to shake.
Also, I have purchased Monkey Island 1&2, both in Special Edition, from STEAM. What that means is the two first games in the series have been remade with new graphics, all new voice acting and smoother controls. At the press of a button, you can even switch back to the old graphics, if you want an injection of nostalgia straight into your spinal column.
Furthermore, I have returned to Mass Effect 2 to try out a couple new bits of downloadable content (DLC). The game, as ever, strikes me as being very heavy on the story, even if the general gameplay is more combat oriented. I feel this is how an interactive movie should be; dialogue and cinematic flair in which you are always in control of what the main character says and how he acts. Not to mention the parts where you are allowed to interrupt the events unfolding in a brilliantly awesome way, like punching an annoying reporter in the jaw!
All for now, time for bed!
Like before, the feeling of isolation is rather strong, and the idea that you can't really trust anyone seems to be impossible to shake.
Also, I have purchased Monkey Island 1&2, both in Special Edition, from STEAM. What that means is the two first games in the series have been remade with new graphics, all new voice acting and smoother controls. At the press of a button, you can even switch back to the old graphics, if you want an injection of nostalgia straight into your spinal column.
Furthermore, I have returned to Mass Effect 2 to try out a couple new bits of downloadable content (DLC). The game, as ever, strikes me as being very heavy on the story, even if the general gameplay is more combat oriented. I feel this is how an interactive movie should be; dialogue and cinematic flair in which you are always in control of what the main character says and how he acts. Not to mention the parts where you are allowed to interrupt the events unfolding in a brilliantly awesome way, like punching an annoying reporter in the jaw!
All for now, time for bed!
tisdag 28 september 2010
Trains!
Guess what, my train was late earlier today, and consequently I missed my bus, causing me to be 15 minutes late for my class.
Now, I supposed one could understand the difficulties of managing numerous different trains and getting them all to work in sync.
I don't.
The train managers are quite possibly the most incompetent lot of morons in the history of transportation. They are in charge of one thing, and one thing only; to make the trains run on time. It's not exactly rocket science, and it's something those numbnuts should have been able to master during the last 150 or so years since the invention of the train.
Even worse, autumn is approaching rapidly, and soon the tracks will be covered by fallen leaves. Naturally, this will cause trains to be late and alot of them to be canceled altogether.
What the flying fish have they been doing every single year for these last 150 years, sat there twiddling their thumbs when they should have been trying to solve this problem. Every single bloody year those responsible for maintaining the tracks are always caught completely off guard by the arrival of the autumn.
Guess what, you idiots, it happens every year! Same with snow, it's an annual feature! Don't act so bleedin' surprised when it happens! Do something to fix this, or you should all be sacked you worthless pieces of garbage!
And no, I'm not being overly harsh. Compared to what they deserve to have said of them, what I just said would come across as a generous tribute!
Now, I supposed one could understand the difficulties of managing numerous different trains and getting them all to work in sync.
I don't.
The train managers are quite possibly the most incompetent lot of morons in the history of transportation. They are in charge of one thing, and one thing only; to make the trains run on time. It's not exactly rocket science, and it's something those numbnuts should have been able to master during the last 150 or so years since the invention of the train.
Even worse, autumn is approaching rapidly, and soon the tracks will be covered by fallen leaves. Naturally, this will cause trains to be late and alot of them to be canceled altogether.
What the flying fish have they been doing every single year for these last 150 years, sat there twiddling their thumbs when they should have been trying to solve this problem. Every single bloody year those responsible for maintaining the tracks are always caught completely off guard by the arrival of the autumn.
Guess what, you idiots, it happens every year! Same with snow, it's an annual feature! Don't act so bleedin' surprised when it happens! Do something to fix this, or you should all be sacked you worthless pieces of garbage!
And no, I'm not being overly harsh. Compared to what they deserve to have said of them, what I just said would come across as a generous tribute!
måndag 27 september 2010
A new start!
Seeing as how I've gotten complaints, all from the same person, about my lacking tendency to update this here blog, I hereby declare I will be updating it every single day from now on.
Naturally, this will result in the quality of content dropping and me just posting useless nonsense of no intellectual value that will probably qualify as gossip.
In other words, nothing will change!
Last week I had something of an uncomfortable experience in class. We were being taught the incredibly complicated and ludicrously roundabout art of academic writing. To this end, we were first told to make a mind-map on the subject of football.
There are two problems with this; the first is the fact that I hate mind-maps. They confuse me and give me no incentive whatsoever to be productive in any way, form or fashion. The second is the fact that I have no relationship whatsoever with football. I don't hate it, I don't love it, it just completely falls off my radar. This exercise went poorly.
Our second exercise was to make a list of things that sprung into our mind regarding the subject of Paris. I performed slightly better at this.
Lastly, we were asked to write in a free flowing manner on the subject of parks in cities. Sadly, it was marred by the fact that both the teacher and the rest of the class regarded this method as some kind of unknown monstrosity, never before seen in this part of the world. They all seemed to act as if I was expected to think this was the hardest way of getting off to a start with writing an essay.
Just to clarify, I'm doing it now for christ's sake!
At this point, I had to ask whether or not any of them had ever read a single blog entry in their entire lives. In response to this, they all looked at me as if I had just asked them whether or not they were in the habit of forcefeeding a hamster C4 while jerking off!
Idiots...
Naturally, this will result in the quality of content dropping and me just posting useless nonsense of no intellectual value that will probably qualify as gossip.
In other words, nothing will change!
Last week I had something of an uncomfortable experience in class. We were being taught the incredibly complicated and ludicrously roundabout art of academic writing. To this end, we were first told to make a mind-map on the subject of football.
There are two problems with this; the first is the fact that I hate mind-maps. They confuse me and give me no incentive whatsoever to be productive in any way, form or fashion. The second is the fact that I have no relationship whatsoever with football. I don't hate it, I don't love it, it just completely falls off my radar. This exercise went poorly.
Our second exercise was to make a list of things that sprung into our mind regarding the subject of Paris. I performed slightly better at this.
Lastly, we were asked to write in a free flowing manner on the subject of parks in cities. Sadly, it was marred by the fact that both the teacher and the rest of the class regarded this method as some kind of unknown monstrosity, never before seen in this part of the world. They all seemed to act as if I was expected to think this was the hardest way of getting off to a start with writing an essay.
Just to clarify, I'm doing it now for christ's sake!
At this point, I had to ask whether or not any of them had ever read a single blog entry in their entire lives. In response to this, they all looked at me as if I had just asked them whether or not they were in the habit of forcefeeding a hamster C4 while jerking off!
Idiots...
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