Friday, December 23, 2011
If you're wondering where part two to that Pokemon rant from a nights ago is, it's not happening. The flux capacitor broke or something and Marty slept with his grandma. I dunno, long story short you're not getting it. The ending to it is that yes...Pokemon Black and White kicked ass, but these damn kids today have it easy. Back in my day our Pokemon games didn't need story. We were presented with a douche bag rival and told to go forth and catch them all by an old man named after a tree.
So on to today's topic: I am staying up really god damned late. On one hand I like it because not a single person bothers me, but on the other I'm sleeping till like 2pm and am unable to get anything done. I know the simple solution is to just force myself to go to sleep earlier but something just compels me to stay awake.
That's pretty much it, I just can't sleep. It perplexes me, but it doesn't really bother me.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
I turned on my copy of Red for the first time in a long time the other day. At last count I'd logged 46 hours and beaten the elite 4 twice. No not Fire Red, I mean [B]the[/B] Red. The one we in the states got anyway. I can't remember the last time I'd picked it up but it was very evident the last person to play it was an 8 year old with little idea of what they were doing.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
I like to consider myself a fan of comics. Hell, I'd probably be illiterate without them. I, however, am not a fan of comics like I am of video games. By which I mean with video games I enjoy more than just the games but following the industry and keeping up with the various politics and drama that occurs within. Comics have never held that position of attention in my life. I think I know maybe four names from the realm of comics; Jack Kirby, Bob Kane, Jim Lee, and Stan Lee. That's the creator of Superman, Batman, the guy currently heading up Batman, and the guy who shows up in all the Marvel movies.
I'd probably mistake him for Hugh Hefner
if his name wasn't so catchy.
From my outside, casual perspective I see the comics industry as one with a flawed business model. A model that logically should have come crumbling down on them a long time ago. It's the reason I visit my local comic shop maybe twice a year at best, and why I only managed to pick up three issues from the first week of DC reboot releases.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
If only my fever dreams were this awesome
You know what's worse than being sick? Being sick and knowing you eventually have to go to sleep. Normally I look forward to a good night's sleep. Unfortunately when the creeping crud decides to pay one a visit sleep offers little relief and is often just the interlude to your symptoms getting exponentially worse.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Ah Mondays, the most reviled day of the week. Combine it with SyFy (herp derp we R edgy) and its constant marathons of Ghost Hunters/ Terrible original movies, the result should add up to a night of mediocrity TV hasn't seen since the first network reality television show aired.
Fortunately they haven't shit canned every good show in their effort to show as little science fiction based shows as possible. Eureka and Warehouse 13 are probably the only good shows left on the network that are still in production. (I have yet to check out Alphas so I can't speak for it) My thoughts on the episodes of both shows from tonight are after the break. (spoilers lie beyond)
Monday, August 29, 2011
It reminded me of early on in the series Scrubs, how the character Elliot couldn't refer to any form of genitalia without an oddball euphemism such as "bajingo". Eventually set straight by good old Bob Kelso by having it pointed out that as a doctor she needed to be comfortable referring to the human anatomy with proper terminology or get the hell out of his hospital. (I'm paraphrasing of course)
Which leads me to wonder how someone can earn a PhD in biology and yet still be squeamish when discussing the process of human reproduction? It is possible that he was doing his best to avoid offending anyone. His discussion the previous class about why Creationism isn't a science seemed to ruffle a few pious feathers. Still, I can't help but lose a tiny bit of respect for a professor who gets timid about teaching the material.