Well, I was told by Thend that Myst Online: Uru Live was number four in GameTap's Top Games of 2007. You'd think, honestly, it would be number one, not just because I play it and such. I mean, it's an online game, and that tends to attract a lot of people considering to offline games. But, I suppose it makes since when you put Sam & Max and such into play.
Though MO:UL was number four, Psychonauts was number one. When you really think about it, it was kind of predictable. Even when it wasn't on GameTap, it was insanely popular, and I would even have to admit that its disturbingly addicting. I spent two weeks out of Uru, so, that must say something.
Sam and Max, is, as previously mentioned, up there too. So, yeah. In other news there's a trailer out for the next Narnia movie, which I'd assumed they'd only do one, since, by the time the movie is actually out, it's been three years since the last one. It's for Prince Caspian, which has always been my favorite book, along with The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Plus there's Spiderwick Chronicles, along with Cloverfield and Alien VS Predator: Reqiuem. I don't knopw if I'm actually going to see AVP:R though, just on the fact that the other AVP films annoy the crap out of me because they kill EVERYONE off.
But, since I'm not (Nor do I ever plan to be.) a movie critique, I'm going to shut up and paste the quote.
"I was in a bar and I said to a friend, 'You know, we've become those 40-year-old guys we used to look at and say, 'Isn't it sad?' " - George Clooney
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Blue Blues
Well, I absolutely hate myself for not posting about this earlier, so I should definitely do it now, I know I mentioned animals before, with Mr. Tweeters and all, but this one is a bit more personal, so here we go.
On Thanksgiving some of my cousins had taken in a stray cat that they had taken to call Blue, and since Hope and I had been talking about getting a cat for a couple months, and they were serious about giving it to us, we actually ended taking it home in a carrier. It was a mellow cat, ofcourse, it mewed a bit, but it didn't like freak out on the hour-long car drive home, so he seemed great at first, and I still think he is.
He started to go crazy and scratch up our legs and bit our toes/fingers, which I didn't mind, Daniel did, of course, and Hope just said it was cute because it was playing. And it was certainly funny more than once to see Blue stick Daniel's toes between his teeth, even though he actually managed to give me a nasty scratch once.
Then, though, he started spraying the apartment because we started to let him outside, and he managed to get a whiff of the other outside cats, so, unfortunately, he started to, err, mark his territory. Now, it didn't smell as bad as you think it would. Daniel seemed to freak out over it, though it seemed to be concentrated around the litter box. But then again, I had a cold all around this time, so.
Hope didn't seem to mind it at all, since it managed to aerate itself shockingly quick. But, unfortunately, we called a vet to work on getting him neutered and such, but we found out that we had been wrong about some info. We were, like, a week late on getting him neutered, if we had called a week before, it would have made a difference.
But we had waited too long and Blue was still able to be neuterable, of course, its just it wouldn't stop the spraying, and wouldn't make him feel more at ease towards the other cats. And it sucked, too, because, there was no way we could really keep him as an inside cat, since we weren't planning on letting him out one story above the ground.
But, fortunately, my Aunt had a friend who owned a farm, and we finally, today, decided to chug him off to a more open, and outside, environment. And you know, it's just crazy, you know, because we had had him for about three weeks and I was already all used and affectionate for him. Though I would never show it, I practically cried as we let Blue go. And I've been thinking about it off and on, and getting mentally emotional since.
So, you know, it sucks, but Hope says that she's already found a couple of kittens who are better-suited to an indoor cat. Though I will always remember Blue, who was, though it's twenty-one years late, will be my first and special cat. Though I won't see him hiding in the shoe closet, looking out through the blinds on the door, or lounging on the rocker, he'll still be remembered by me.
Sorry if this is a bit corny or over-emotional, I mean, it's not as depressing as it comes off, but, like I've said, it sucks.
"If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer." - Alfred North Whitehead
On Thanksgiving some of my cousins had taken in a stray cat that they had taken to call Blue, and since Hope and I had been talking about getting a cat for a couple months, and they were serious about giving it to us, we actually ended taking it home in a carrier. It was a mellow cat, ofcourse, it mewed a bit, but it didn't like freak out on the hour-long car drive home, so he seemed great at first, and I still think he is.
He started to go crazy and scratch up our legs and bit our toes/fingers, which I didn't mind, Daniel did, of course, and Hope just said it was cute because it was playing. And it was certainly funny more than once to see Blue stick Daniel's toes between his teeth, even though he actually managed to give me a nasty scratch once.
Then, though, he started spraying the apartment because we started to let him outside, and he managed to get a whiff of the other outside cats, so, unfortunately, he started to, err, mark his territory. Now, it didn't smell as bad as you think it would. Daniel seemed to freak out over it, though it seemed to be concentrated around the litter box. But then again, I had a cold all around this time, so.
Hope didn't seem to mind it at all, since it managed to aerate itself shockingly quick. But, unfortunately, we called a vet to work on getting him neutered and such, but we found out that we had been wrong about some info. We were, like, a week late on getting him neutered, if we had called a week before, it would have made a difference.
But we had waited too long and Blue was still able to be neuterable, of course, its just it wouldn't stop the spraying, and wouldn't make him feel more at ease towards the other cats. And it sucked, too, because, there was no way we could really keep him as an inside cat, since we weren't planning on letting him out one story above the ground.
But, fortunately, my Aunt had a friend who owned a farm, and we finally, today, decided to chug him off to a more open, and outside, environment. And you know, it's just crazy, you know, because we had had him for about three weeks and I was already all used and affectionate for him. Though I would never show it, I practically cried as we let Blue go. And I've been thinking about it off and on, and getting mentally emotional since.
So, you know, it sucks, but Hope says that she's already found a couple of kittens who are better-suited to an indoor cat. Though I will always remember Blue, who was, though it's twenty-one years late, will be my first and special cat. Though I won't see him hiding in the shoe closet, looking out through the blinds on the door, or lounging on the rocker, he'll still be remembered by me.
Sorry if this is a bit corny or over-emotional, I mean, it's not as depressing as it comes off, but, like I've said, it sucks.
"If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer." - Alfred North Whitehead
Monday, October 29, 2007
Farm Trips
Hope dragged me, Joe, and Rachael out to some weird pumpkin farm about two hours away since her grandparents were visiting. It wasn't altogether horrible, I like the country, forgot my camera, though.
They had a fishing pond with some surprisingly huge bass in it, and some old, dusty teepees. And what was funny, is they had an animal arm with a rabbit, chickens, and an old goat in it that I didn't even know was there until we came back on the hay ride. The bunnies were cute, and I grew a sort of attachment to the goat, but that may have been the funky fumes coming from the lettuce you could feed it.
"Be obscure clearly." - E.B. White
They had a hay ride that went through their old fashioned Christmas Tree farm, considering their pumpkins were a bit disgusting, personally. They had this very neat treehouse that was for show and the kids most likely, and the place was surprisingly popular. It's even better than the type of treehouse I've always thought about, though I imagine you can't build on a college campus.
They had a fishing pond with some surprisingly huge bass in it, and some old, dusty teepees. And what was funny, is they had an animal arm with a rabbit, chickens, and an old goat in it that I didn't even know was there until we came back on the hay ride. The bunnies were cute, and I grew a sort of attachment to the goat, but that may have been the funky fumes coming from the lettuce you could feed it.
They had a (Herding?) dog that loped around, but it was the most wimpy dog I've ever seen, it ran away from, like, everything. Me and Joe tried cornering it to pet it, but in the end it started getting this oh-my-effing-god-i'm-about-to-spazz-out look on its face, so we backed off.
All in all, it wasn't bad, but I swear, the drive time was insane..
"Be obscure clearly." - E.B. White
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Autumn Twilight
The Fall is my favorite season, for one, because my birthday is in it. But it also has Halloween, my favorite holiday, but its not my favorite holiday cause of the candy, for me, that's just a bonus. I love scaring people, and the dark, and the creepiness. Cause I'm cool like that.
And the ditches fill up with brown, yellow, orange, and red leaves like a flood, and when you jump in them, it goes crunch. Honestly, it just looks pretty,
Though, by the time the trees are bare of leaves and sickly, its not quite as pretty, but you get my point.
I went on a couple mile hiking trail the other day, made of really soft sand that felt good even through your shoes. Hope dragged me off to it, but it really shows you the nature of Fall, atleast until the trees die, and stuff..
I brought my camera along, and I'm not a professional photographer or anything, and I don't intend to be, but I like snapping pictures of things. We saw a cute wittle rabbit somewhere along the way.
Plus Joe found a tire hubcap from what must've been a crazy-huge truck and a reflector of the bike. Plus there was this old water pump that must've been abandoned a long time ago, cause it was rusty and surrounded by a fence. And the part that went off over the lake was taped off with "POLICE LINE, DO NOT CROSS." and it was either a crime scene (Which I dearly wanted to see.) or the boardwalk was rotted through. Who knows.
I still took a picture of it.
"Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops, and hippies. " - Jimmy Buffet
And the ditches fill up with brown, yellow, orange, and red leaves like a flood, and when you jump in them, it goes crunch. Honestly, it just looks pretty,
Though, by the time the trees are bare of leaves and sickly, its not quite as pretty, but you get my point.
I went on a couple mile hiking trail the other day, made of really soft sand that felt good even through your shoes. Hope dragged me off to it, but it really shows you the nature of Fall, atleast until the trees die, and stuff..
I brought my camera along, and I'm not a professional photographer or anything, and I don't intend to be, but I like snapping pictures of things. We saw a cute wittle rabbit somewhere along the way.
Plus Joe found a tire hubcap from what must've been a crazy-huge truck and a reflector of the bike. Plus there was this old water pump that must've been abandoned a long time ago, cause it was rusty and surrounded by a fence. And the part that went off over the lake was taped off with "POLICE LINE, DO NOT CROSS." and it was either a crime scene (Which I dearly wanted to see.) or the boardwalk was rotted through. Who knows.
I still took a picture of it.
"Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops, and hippies. " - Jimmy Buffet
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Tweeter Parade
Just keep in mind this post is solely inspired by a cute wittle bird I saw outside an A&W Root Beer/KFC Chicken..
Well, let's see, have you ever seen those cute little birds that seem to prefer hopping around on the ground, ofcourse they can fly, but they sure do like the ground. Not the crows and other things you see flapping around in supermarket parking lots.
They're sorta like over-sized hummingbird, though they look like normal-sort birds, just smaller-ish.. The whole point is, you would definetely recognize them if you'd seen em twice.
I call them Mr. Tweeters.
Yeah, I know, but I thought I should mention them because of the previously stated reason.
The saga of Mr. Tweeters began when I was eleven, when one started hopping around at my bus stop. It wasn't a big deal, but he must've been around people or something, cause he just sorta hopped around and fluttered in low branches till the bus came.
The next significant was a couple years after that, when me and some of my friends in the neighborhood sorta nursed one back to health that we'd found wobbling around down the street. And that went well, and this is really the point where he earned the name "Mr. Tweeters." Since we had him for a few weeks, why not name him? And/or the whole species.
Then, just before college started, I was walking around the house and there was this frisky-looking Mr. Tweeters hopping around near the deck, I went near him and he was all like "I'll chirp up your ass, punk!" and I got a few friends and we just stared at it. My Mom called the animal people, not like it had rabies or anything (Birds get rabies?) but she just wanted to make sure it was okay, since it didn't have a nest.
And the thing's mother basically attacked my head and smacked a wing on my forehead, which scared the hell out of me, and the animal people just sort of helped us move it back up to its nest and stuff.
And just this past Summer on a visit to my parent's house, they had a little Tweeter nest in-between chairs they needed to get rid of, but they didn't want to hurt the wittle birds. Eventually they moved out, and its probably still sitting there under the deck overhang.. But no birdies..
And that's the tale of Mr. Tweeters..
"If there's one thing I know it's God does love a good joke." - Hugh Elliott
Well, let's see, have you ever seen those cute little birds that seem to prefer hopping around on the ground, ofcourse they can fly, but they sure do like the ground. Not the crows and other things you see flapping around in supermarket parking lots.
They're sorta like over-sized hummingbird, though they look like normal-sort birds, just smaller-ish.. The whole point is, you would definetely recognize them if you'd seen em twice.
I call them Mr. Tweeters.
Yeah, I know, but I thought I should mention them because of the previously stated reason.
The saga of Mr. Tweeters began when I was eleven, when one started hopping around at my bus stop. It wasn't a big deal, but he must've been around people or something, cause he just sorta hopped around and fluttered in low branches till the bus came.
The next significant was a couple years after that, when me and some of my friends in the neighborhood sorta nursed one back to health that we'd found wobbling around down the street. And that went well, and this is really the point where he earned the name "Mr. Tweeters." Since we had him for a few weeks, why not name him? And/or the whole species.
Then, just before college started, I was walking around the house and there was this frisky-looking Mr. Tweeters hopping around near the deck, I went near him and he was all like "I'll chirp up your ass, punk!" and I got a few friends and we just stared at it. My Mom called the animal people, not like it had rabies or anything (Birds get rabies?) but she just wanted to make sure it was okay, since it didn't have a nest.
And the thing's mother basically attacked my head and smacked a wing on my forehead, which scared the hell out of me, and the animal people just sort of helped us move it back up to its nest and stuff.
And just this past Summer on a visit to my parent's house, they had a little Tweeter nest in-between chairs they needed to get rid of, but they didn't want to hurt the wittle birds. Eventually they moved out, and its probably still sitting there under the deck overhang.. But no birdies..
And that's the tale of Mr. Tweeters..
"If there's one thing I know it's God does love a good joke." - Hugh Elliott
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Karaoke Krap
Well, the only reason I'm here is because I got in late, can't visit the Cavern, and will have to checl the Cavern Today tomorrow or something. I hear the Firemarbles Page finally showed up. Anywho, back to the surface-life.
Me and a bunch of friends took a night out on the town and Hope somehow persuaded me to go into a Karaoke Bar. Which was utterly pointless under drinking age (One more year, brotha!). But it was fun anyway, she has a beautiful voice, honestly.
Some twin dudes, Brady/Brook or something did "Holla Back Girl" with motions and such with hilarious results I can't express over the internet. Can't remember what Hope did, I want to go Avril Lavigne or something, but can't remember. Seems like it was softer.
Me and the guys made fun of Family Guy and did a "Smalltown Girl" quadruplet(Zah?) which was fun, regardless of the humiliation.
I've been thinking about how to do an Uru fanstory, but can't think of one, I was going to do something about Area 51 and the Cleft (Being so bloody close together! Honestly!) but I was thinking about how the Bahro had given the Hoods City Instance Bahro Stones. So instead I thought I'll do one about the Bahro War after the PR Week is over.
"We can lick gravity, but sometimes the paperwork is overwhelming." - Wernher von Braun
Me and a bunch of friends took a night out on the town and Hope somehow persuaded me to go into a Karaoke Bar. Which was utterly pointless under drinking age (One more year, brotha!). But it was fun anyway, she has a beautiful voice, honestly.
Some twin dudes, Brady/Brook or something did "Holla Back Girl" with motions and such with hilarious results I can't express over the internet. Can't remember what Hope did, I want to go Avril Lavigne or something, but can't remember. Seems like it was softer.
Me and the guys made fun of Family Guy and did a "Smalltown Girl" quadruplet(Zah?) which was fun, regardless of the humiliation.
I've been thinking about how to do an Uru fanstory, but can't think of one, I was going to do something about Area 51 and the Cleft (Being so bloody close together! Honestly!) but I was thinking about how the Bahro had given the Hoods City Instance Bahro Stones. So instead I thought I'll do one about the Bahro War after the PR Week is over.
"We can lick gravity, but sometimes the paperwork is overwhelming." - Wernher von Braun
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Park Antics
Well, I'm finally posting cause there's something remotely interesting to say!
Me and my friends went down to the park today for absolutely no reason to see a "Variety Concert," whatever that means. It was cancelled anyway, so we watched the ducks and messed around on the playground.
Speaking of ducks, at that pond, there was ALOT, and I mean ALOT of ducks there, a horde, a swarm, an army, it doesn't matter, there was so many freakin' ducks there its practically unbelievable. I never mentioned it before, but there's a pond a short way away from my summer apartment that the ducks seem to mysteriously dissepear from every Spring, and never come back.
Maybe this is where they go.
There was also a few little kids, I suppose they could be up to third or fourth grade, but that's little, considering.
Anyway, this one kid was throwing Cheetos everywhere and walking backwards, and the ducks freakin' swarmed around him and made him trip and fall over himself, it was hilarious, cause he was yelling and screaming, not in pain, but he was like going "Oh my god, get away!" and he ran around and he'd gotten Cheetos all over himself so they chased him all the way around the lake.
And there was this little four year-old who was disturbingly quick, and he picked up a "turkey duck" (You'll understand, trust me.) which are HUGE ducks, and he carried it around, and it flapped and clawed him in the face.
And he just tarted chasing after another, big white one.
Plus there was a thin, black one that to me looked like it was a swan or something, and not really a duck, to be honest, it looked pretty cool, but I had no idea whther it was being fed or what. It was neat, but I didn't bring anything to feed them with cause I didn't expect THIS MANY freakin' ducks.
And thaAaAaAat's it.
"With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion." - Steven Weinberg
Me and my friends went down to the park today for absolutely no reason to see a "Variety Concert," whatever that means. It was cancelled anyway, so we watched the ducks and messed around on the playground.
Speaking of ducks, at that pond, there was ALOT, and I mean ALOT of ducks there, a horde, a swarm, an army, it doesn't matter, there was so many freakin' ducks there its practically unbelievable. I never mentioned it before, but there's a pond a short way away from my summer apartment that the ducks seem to mysteriously dissepear from every Spring, and never come back.
Maybe this is where they go.
There was also a few little kids, I suppose they could be up to third or fourth grade, but that's little, considering.
Anyway, this one kid was throwing Cheetos everywhere and walking backwards, and the ducks freakin' swarmed around him and made him trip and fall over himself, it was hilarious, cause he was yelling and screaming, not in pain, but he was like going "Oh my god, get away!" and he ran around and he'd gotten Cheetos all over himself so they chased him all the way around the lake.
And there was this little four year-old who was disturbingly quick, and he picked up a "turkey duck" (You'll understand, trust me.) which are HUGE ducks, and he carried it around, and it flapped and clawed him in the face.
And he just tarted chasing after another, big white one.
Plus there was a thin, black one that to me looked like it was a swan or something, and not really a duck, to be honest, it looked pretty cool, but I had no idea whther it was being fed or what. It was neat, but I didn't bring anything to feed them with cause I didn't expect THIS MANY freakin' ducks.
And thaAaAaAat's it.
"With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion." - Steven Weinberg
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Gnats and Gnuck
Gnuck, that could be something from Gaia... Hmm?
Well, there is a giant gnat on the bathroom wall behind the toilet, not necassarily, like, under it, but its bigger than my fist and its been hanging there for hours. Its kinda creeping me out..
Gaia, as I mentioned a minute before, is not really a story, and probably never will be, just one f those random idea that come to me, and why not write them down? Anywho, its basically four kids who become a group called BETA in an alternate world called Gaia. By some strange phenomenon, the world Gaia has become connected to Earth through the Internet, so the "god" of Gaia, Omniscion, sent out SCANs, Scanners Collect Animals and Nature.
And they start out in a city called Rhaakek in the middle of the Araihyan Desert, chasing a Gomrik.
Its inspired firsthand by the Edge Chronicles, where, being a little kiddy, are pretty fun to read. But later on, with the Internet and SCANs, it sorta incorporated some Digimon-esque stuff in there.
Plus, Rhaakek is a city in Hell during Demon's Gate, but, as I said, I don't plan them both to be published and all.
Harohs!
"A gentleman is somone who knows how to play the accordion but doesn't." - Unknown
Well, there is a giant gnat on the bathroom wall behind the toilet, not necassarily, like, under it, but its bigger than my fist and its been hanging there for hours. Its kinda creeping me out..
Gaia, as I mentioned a minute before, is not really a story, and probably never will be, just one f those random idea that come to me, and why not write them down? Anywho, its basically four kids who become a group called BETA in an alternate world called Gaia. By some strange phenomenon, the world Gaia has become connected to Earth through the Internet, so the "god" of Gaia, Omniscion, sent out SCANs, Scanners Collect Animals and Nature.
And they start out in a city called Rhaakek in the middle of the Araihyan Desert, chasing a Gomrik.
Its inspired firsthand by the Edge Chronicles, where, being a little kiddy, are pretty fun to read. But later on, with the Internet and SCANs, it sorta incorporated some Digimon-esque stuff in there.
Plus, Rhaakek is a city in Hell during Demon's Gate, but, as I said, I don't plan them both to be published and all.
Harohs!
"A gentleman is somone who knows how to play the accordion but doesn't." - Unknown
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Hellooooooooo!
I DO have some stuff to post today, but considering nothing interesting happened today besides me downloading Deus Ex: The Time War off GameTap, nothing happened today.
And I don't wish to sound nerdy on the first point.
Even though NerdZ are uwesome-ish..
Well, whatever.. Xavius out-ish..
"And this guy infront of me said 'You know what they should make a sequel of? Space Jam' and I just said 'Oh, shut up!'" - Eric, our intern, talking about when he went o the Movie Theater.
And I don't wish to sound nerdy on the first point.
Even though NerdZ are uwesome-ish..
Well, whatever.. Xavius out-ish..
"And this guy infront of me said 'You know what they should make a sequel of? Space Jam' and I just said 'Oh, shut up!'" - Eric, our intern, talking about when he went o the Movie Theater.
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