Well...

Fuck Republicans.



Wait, wait, before I get any hate thrown at me, let me elaborate.

I don't keep up with politics, I think they are a cluster fuck of stupidity. I would rather remain oblivious and just hope shit doesn't get screwed up too bad when someone new gets a seat of power. But lately, everywhere I go on the internet, I see the most fucked up bullshit since I read about some woman snapping a photo of a person injured and dying on the street wither phone and not fucking calling an ambulance; in this fucking country that everyone says is so damned great. Anyway, I'm reading some real ridiculous shit about republicans; apparently senate candidates, senate members and presidential candidates don't think rape is all that severe, and that there are varying degrees of severity. They think a pregnancy that is the result of a rape is a gift from god. They think for some women it's an inevitably and should be accepted, they are against abortion unless it's a "forcible rape" as classified by them. Some mouth breathing piece of filth from twenty years back even said something along the lines of "it's inevitable, so relax and enjoy it".

Every rape is forcible and these people are the biggest fucking morons in existence. They should be lined up and violated with a railroad spike wrapped in barbed wire and coated in rubbing alcohol. Then they shouldn't be able to file charges because it was a "Justifiable Rape", which is a term I'm sure one of these abhorrent pieces of shit will come up with eventually.

Usually, when I tell people I hate humanity, they ask why. This one of the reasons; wastes of space like this are authority figures. Seriously, why the fuck are these people allowed to speak? Oh, Romney endorsed one of those fucktards, too, just FYI. I feel sorry for the Republicans out their that aren't deplorable fucksacks of idiocy, I really do. My condolences to those of you who are lumped in with these jackholes.



Oh yeah, I'm not dead.















Geez this world fucking sucks, I want a do-over.

Son of a Bitch!

I am kicking myself right now. I am mentally berating myself like there's no tomorrow. Why am I doing this? Because I just missed an opportunity to copy paste a goddamned webcomic in an internet argument; and it would have been completely fucking relevant, too! I shouldn't have fucking backed out of the argument in the last post I made, goddammit! It would have been fucking perfect, glorious, mag-fucking-nificent!

For about three years, I've been trying to recapture the rush I felt when arguing with people who posted something so damned stupid I just felt compelled to call them on it. Before then, I was just going through the motions, ignoring internet arguments and just lurking like a kid who passes the toy store that used have this amazing toy he wanted, couldn't afford, worked hard to earn the money for, ran to the store to buy it, find out it was just sold and sighs solemnly every time he passes the store and sees the spot in the window it used to occupy. Apparently, my mind has traveled back in time about forty or fifty years to when this analogy was relevant. I've been hoping that there was some internet community that was still active and that stupid people or people who posted stupid shit frequented and it wasn't facebook or twitter. I had given up hope; then I started posting on gamefaqs again. Here I am, having a grand ole' time reliving what I've come to love about the internet; calling people on their bullshit and I miss a goddamned opportunity to do it!

Don't let my last post fool you, that was a glimpse of the old me, the awesome me, the me I loved being even though I'd sometimes find something so stupid or get so damned exasperated at trying to explain how a person was being a stupid jackass to the person themselves, I ended up getting a headache from trying to comprehend the stupidity. I fucking loved every minute of and now that I have finally managed to start reliving it a bit, I make a goddamned rookie mistake and bow out of the argument before making this person look like even more of an ass. The me from five years ago is pissed and I can't blame him. I have forgotten how to be a typhoon of rage and common sense on the internet and I am ashamed of myself. My time as an internet hermit has obviously taken it's toll on my ability to call people on their bullshit.


Oh well, at least I have my health and my you-goddammit previous post! Now I feel old again, fuck!

Yes, I'm Still Alive,

and really have nothing to say. Nothing interesting has happened, my life still is(and always will be) sub-par and...


Yeah, I'm going to rant now.


I've been posting on Gamefaqs(yes I have an account and an urge to interact with morons, apparently) and I've been seeing a lot of arguments about priced DLC and how most of the time it's "locked on disc". Normally, this wouldn't be a major thing to me, but the majority of the people posting about it are fucking idiots. It's pretty much common knowledge that Microsoft set a requirement for all dlc to be priced and has been known to refuse to let free dlc be released and any free dlc that is released was either the result of a drawn out battle between MS and the publisher(s)/devs or a game doing so damned well it wouldn't really be a big hit to release some free dlc. Apparently, people don't understand this has been a normal practice in gaming for quite a while now and how similar tactics have been a part of business as a whole since like, forever. They'd much rather call the devs and publishers evil, bitch about it on a forum they most likely don't monitor and then call anyone who calls them on their stupidity mindless sheep and 'white knights' because apparently; presenting even a semi logical counter argument means you're blindly defending the publishers/devs.

Apparently people also don't understand that they're not being forced to buy optional dlc and that even though ten bucks is overpriced for a pack of skins/new models; it's still not a lot of money, even in this economy. Even when three dlc packs containing skins/new models cost ten bucks each it's still not that much; even for someone who's poor especially if you have a basic understanding of how to budget your money. Even then, you can go out and mow a few lawns and earn sixty bucks. But no, people want to bitch about how optional content is priced and can't seem to grasp that gaming is big business these days and that's how business works.



Fucking people these days have no grasp of hard work, it's all about goofin' off; playing with their damned cell phones instead of working and feeling entitled to free stuff instead of paying for it or earning it.

I didn't just make a joke, that was serious. I'm a lazy bastard myself, but I don't act like I'm entitled to free shit unless it was guaranteed as free with a purchase of something else or for signing up for some service or unless I actually earned it; in which case it's not really free.



Thank you internet, you have managed to make me feel old; again. Seriously, I swear I'm not old; sure I am a couple of years away from hittin' thirty but that's not old, no matter what those brightly colored JRPGS say. Mentally, I may be a bit like a crotchety old man, but that's personal preference, not age. I've never liked raging parties, I can't stand techno(You'll forgive an old man if he's misinformed about what's big in music these days, won't you?) and I'm not "hip" to what's in style, but I'm young at heart; I think.

Ugh...

Wheeeee, it's time for a "My Life Sucks" post! Oh boy, oh boy, what is it now, family drama? Something about the majority of the human race being fuckwads that don't give a shit about anyone but themselves? Nope, it's my very first post about how I suck! Ooh, this'll be great, I'm gonna love typing this!


So yeah, I feel like crap. I'm lamenting the fact that I pretty much completely neglected to lay the groundwork for some sort of future life that I would be exceedingly happy living about seven or eight years ago. I made no plans and I have absolutely nothing to show for it. I could've applied myself and wound up with a career that I love and some sort of life. I didn't really make much of an effort and now I'm stuck doing odd jobs and bouncing from various jobs that usually seem more permanent when I get hired. Either I get laid off because of cutbacks or some shit, get fired because I don't function well with moronic assholes who could be replaced by chimps that would do a better job or I quit because of them or a jackass boss whose stupidity and assholishness would wind up screwing me, or someone else over big time. I'm incapable of ignoring it because the last time I did, I started having stomach pains and I don't want to wind up getting a goddamned stress ulcer because of that shit.

So, I'm stuck with a crappy life, trying to find a steady job that won't force me to deal with assholes I'm not allowed to beat senseless and no prospects for a better life. I've come to accept this and that just depresses me. Yes, I know I can take an online course or something along those lines and take a step to better my life, but it's to damn late for that. I don't really have the skills to warrant making a huge effort and by the time I developed any, it'd be too late. Anything to do with any sort of college courses would be a total waste. I don't have the money to survive and try to better myself and I've always been a fan of surviving. My best bet is to hope I get over this whole having morals and being a semi-decent human being thing and manage to get a job that doesn't require a lot of skill.




So yeah...I needed to vent. I've been holding onto that for quite a while and I just couldn't deal with not saying something about it any longer. I'm not going to wallow in self pity and despair and go all emo, I just needed to get that off my chest so I can maybe stop dwelling on it so damned much.

Not Dead...Yet

I'm still alive and kicking, I just haven't had much to post about, plus I've been playing Fall of Cybertron a lot, too. Speaking of, the game is awesome, I personally like that the chapters focus more on a single character than three you can choose from. The story itself was great, especially the ending that leaves it open for another sequel to continue the story. But let's get to the best part of the game; Grimlock. Grimlock is awesome. Playing as a fire breathing space T-Rex is awesome. I like how they handled the Dinobots as a whole. Grimlock is still a rage fueled crusher of Decepticons but they didn't turn him into a stupid death lizard like the old cartoon. Instead, he keeps his intelligence and just has massive anger management issues. I like the fact that he has to build up rage to transform instead of being able to do so whenever he wants. It keeps his segments from becoming "transform, walk towards goal while stomping enemies to death" cake walks. I like Swoop, too. I don't know why, but giving a fire breathing space pterodactyl a Brooklyn accent just works.

Other than that, I really don't have anything to post about. Capcom is making Ace Attorney 5 and Phoenix returns. I'm trying not to get hopeful about this because AAI2 was never localized. There's a very good chance this won't be released outside of Japan.

That's it for now, maybe I'll something to post about in a week or two.

Well, I'm Sad Now

Apparently Nintendo Power is finished. The last issue will run in December and after that, a twenty four year long era comes to a close. I dropped my subscription about thirteen years ago sometime in 1999; at least I think, it might have been sooner. After that, I subscribed to EGM for a bit then wound up with a free year of Game Informer that I didn't want a few years back. Gaming magazines had become completely irrelevant to me sometime around 2001-2002 as I had found Gamefaqs. I didn't need them anymore, so why am I sad? Simple, I was three years old when I got my first glimpse of Nintendo Power and it started a chain reaction that probably kept me a gamer.

My uncle was a gamer back then and had a subscription to the magazine. I remember seeing a small stack of the magazines at my grandma's house and the cover of the one at the top of the stack was some kind of clay art picture of Super Mario Bros. or Super Mario Bros. 2, I don't really remember. Fast forward two years to 1990; I'm five years old and I occasionally flip through my uncle's issues, but don't know what the hell they're about. Then he pops Super Mario Bros. 3 in his NES. I instantly recognize the stout mustachioed man on the screen; it's the guy from the book! So, I sit and watch and watch and watch. I just watched my uncle conquer that game. Now I know the importance of those magazines; they contain vital information relating to video games.

Skip ahead about five or six more years(memory's a tad hazy); I'm a young gamer, with a subscription to NP. I've read Howard and Nester, I had the issues with the Super Metroid comics and the Link to the Past comics. I've read the columns, the reviews, the letters and the cheats. Much of my taste in videogames has been shaped by this wondrous publication.


...In about five years I would drop it like a rock and move onto to EGM. I kept the issues I had built up, though; I think. I got rid of a lot(read: plastic storage tub full) of my old magazines a couple of years ago. After this, it was Gamefaqs and then multiple other websites. If I hadn't laid eyes on that magazine over twenty years ago, I might not have become a gamer and now that magazine is going to end in December. At least I have the memories.

Well, Fuck...

My PSP of less than two years is shot. A month and a half ago, I get a game I've been wanting to play, I put it in, turn on the system and get stuck with the start up loading screen. After trying a few more times, I check the memory card slot; no memory card. Must've shot out when the system was knocked off the table by the cat or dogs.

So, after cursing incoherently for a bit I decide to order a new eighty dollar memory card. No big deal, my progress in Legend of Heroes: Trails in the Sky, Star Ocean: First Departure, Maverick Hunter X, and Megaman: Powered Up!(Yay, now I have to start from scratch with the custom stage I was building!) is gone forever. No reason to flip out.

So, I spend a month waiting and finally get a new memory card. I download and install the system update, again and... I still can't play my games. Apparently when the system took a fall, the drive busted. I turned the system on and used a butter to press the tab that tells the system there's a disc in there. The motor doesn't spin and there's no light from the laser assembly.

So, I'm totally not flipping my shit and making up new profanities right now.


What happened to the days of quality handhelds? I remember the original GameBoy and how that thing was tough as a brick. I remember reading an old Nintendo Power article about how one was in a fire and the casing was half melted when it was found but it still played games. I remember mine hitting the floor quite a few times without any of the inner workings being fucked up. Unless it was one of the things that got looted years ago during one of my many moves, I probably still have it; buried in a plastic tote box. Hell, if I do still have it, it probably still works. If I ever com across it, I'll test out my copy of Poke'Mon Yellow on it.

Now it seems like every handheld system these days is about as tough as a flimsy plastic container. You'd think all those fancy new innards would be protected a bit better.







...Yes, I'm going to eventually buy a new PSP. It'd cost more to find digital downloads of all the games I currently have and I'm not sure they're all available as digital copies anyway.