More Gears of War blithering
I love how now that I have formed a special bond with Cole, the actual train that runs through Tyro Station (one of the maps on which Aaron and I always play Horde or Guardian) always mows over the Locust when they’re chasing me and always seems to pass through when they’re about to kill me from across the tracks.
It’s freaking great, I love this game.
Cults are fun
Hahaha, oh GOD, what have I done?
Now I know about twelve people who now love to shout “I ON DA COLE TRAIN!!” whenever I see them.
This needs to become an internet phenomenon. It NEEDS to.
Do whatever you can.
.___.._____..______.._______..______..__________..______..____| |_
|___|-|_DA_|-|_____|-|_COLE_|-|_____|-|_TRAIN!__|-|_____|-|_______|..
O..O…O…O…..O…O…….O….O……O….O……..O………O…..O…..O…..O……O……….
Because talking about graduation is boring, but because I don’t have a life otherwise…
Today Sean was playing Fable and, for some reason or another, I attached myself to the random chickens wandering around in the game, and then decided that god is a chicken.
Along the way we also decided:
– Jesus’ favorite music is Bach
– Good chickens go to heaven, bad chickens go to KFC
– Heaven is poultry paradise
– This is proof that god is a chick
And then I go, “I’m a chicken prophet,” and Sean says, “Isn’t that what KFC makes?”
Yeah, it was a weird day.
101 fun, new, and interesting ways to die playing Star Wars Battlefront
Haha. So.
Rock Band is no longer the only game I play on the Xbox now. I also play Battlefront (“play” meaning “die repeatedly in”). It’s a Star Wars game in which you get to pick which side you’re on, then fight to take over the galaxy. You get to shoot Wookies. You get to fly tie-fighters. It’s really fun, when I’m not dying (which is not often).
Ways to die include:
- crashing into the enemy base ship while flying a tie-fighter
- crashing into your own base ship while flying a tie-fighter
- mid-air collision
- throwing a bomb at the wall right in front of you, then failing to realize you did so
- flying out of bounds
- walking into lava
- walking off the world
- drowning
- Wookie gangs
- getting mowed over by tanks
- getting SHOT BY AARON
- and many more!
This game is awesome.
Oh wow
Today we played Rock Band for 14 hours straight. This is what life is all about.
You know you have problems when you all start thinking you’re in an actual band.
And when Aaron starts to re-write the lyrics.
I’d type more, but my fingers hurt.
I used to think I was good at life. Then I played Rock Band.
Hahaha, wow, I fail at Rock Band, seriously. At least at drumming. Apparently I’m pretty good at singing. But yeah, since I didn’t have any homework for Buddhism tonight, we played Rock Band for a bit, and I was utterly humiliated over how horrible I was. But it was totally worth it to hear Sean try to sing Ballroom Blitz.
Oh, and then he and I walked over to Shari’s and got pancakes at 10, ‘cause we’re just that awesome.
And this is why I am who I am today
This was my childhood game, The Neverhood. My friend George and I repeated this part like 40 times in a row.
Waiter! There’s a god in my universe!
People! I found yet another cool website! And because MySpace is freaking stupid, I shall write out the URL so that you can go and copy it into a new window, ‘cause this link is totally worth it.
I recommend:
~The Do-It-Yourself Deity. My god got a 1.0 plausibility quotient! Yay!
~Battleground God. I survived with no injury. See? It does pay off to think about this stuff constantly.
~So You Think You’re Logical? Symbolic logic helped with this one. Scenarios change every time, by the way.
It’s fun. Hooray philosophy!
Skills. I have them.
Bored? Geeky? Want to test your typing speed and its interaction with your ability to remember geeky things?
Look no further than sporcle.com! Tonight I did the “Can You Name Elements of the Periodic Table?” and “Can You Name All the U.S. Presidents?” 15-minute and 10-minute time limits, respectively. Here are my results:
As you can see, I captured the image with 1:43 still on the clock. I hit a block, couldn’t think of any more. Haha, epic fail of the Lanthanide series.
Ha! I OWNED this! In less than 3 minutes, too (damn you, McKinley!). This is the useless skill I gained from being obsessed with the guys.
Yeah, I’m bored. Trying to keep my mind off of things.
If dyslexics wrote the Constitution we would have the right to arm bears!
Dear god! A new obsession! I need some serious help.
So I went to this “download free PC games” site because I was looking for this old Mac game called “Spin Doctor” (ever heard of it? It was a win) and was hoping there was a Window’s version made. There was!
But that’s not my new obsession.
I was dinking around on said “download free PC games” site, looking for other obscure games from my childhood. I then came across an unfamiliar game entitled “Life and Death.” Intrigued, I downloaded it.
HOLY CRAP IT’S THE BEST 1988 PC GAME EVER!
You play a doctor in a pixilated world with sexy pixilated nurses. You constantly do your rounds, which, so far in my experience, involve you palpating patient’s abdomens and assigning them further observation, medication, x-rays, or surgery for appendicitis. Then you perform surgery, though the furthest I’ve gotten is injecting the antibiotics, mainly because there are no instructions to be found on how to actually operate. The only directions you get are ambiguously-labeled bottles (why the “antibiotics” syringe was labeled with a “B” is beyond me; after trial and error with the “A” syringe that is apparently filled with something that will kill the patient, I finally figured that one out) and the snide comments of your fellow surgeons (“doctor, surely you’re not going to wash your gloves,” “what are you doing with that bottle of blood?” “that’s a rather unorthodox way of sterilizing the skin,” and “you are not authorized to perform surgery!”). But if you mess up, it’s okay—they send you off to “med school” (a closet of a room in the actual hospital) where the teacher gives you a brief, rather directionless description of what you should do next time and you’re off to save more lives. What a grand time, being a surgeon!
I can’t stop playing this freaking game.
Seriously.
I need therapy.
“Oh for the love of god, Idaho!”
Give it a shot—see if you can name all 50 states in less than 10 minutes. If you learned that damn elementary state song I keep hearing about, that’s cheating.
It’s harder than you think, especially when you get 49 of them in less than 3 minutes but then spend the last seven minutes trying to figure out the last one.
Stupid Vermont.
Presidential Pinball
I have come to two realizations over the past two days:
1. I have way too much time on my hands
2. Pinball takes on a whole new dimension of challenges when you’re playing it while embodying dead people.
In this case, as is always the case with me, it was the presidents that I embodied on a two-day quest to discover which ones were the best (and worst) at Pinball. And seeing as how the vast majority of these guys weren’t alive when Pinball was around, I’d say they did rather well.
Two notes, however. First off, I haven’t played Pinball in over three years, thus providing the excu—er, I mean, the answer to the general low scores produced. However, I must emphasize that the scores are still relevant to each other—if I were scoring in the ten millions, for example, Ford would still score just as many points less than Jackson as he did here. Second, no bias was involved in this. Seriously. I mean, did you see where that hack Jackson wound up? Blasphemy!
Well anyway…
Andrew Jackson 3,442,750
Grover Cleveland 3,141,500
James Earl Carter 2,501,500
Millard Fillmore 2,328,500
Martin Van Buren 2,318,500
Ulysses Simpson Grant 2,234,750
William McKinley 2,211,750
James Knox Polk 2,148,750
Benjamin Harrison 2,136,750
Lyndon Baines Johnson 1,855,000
Woodrow Wilson 1,772,500
Harry S Truman 1,757,750
Abraham Lincoln 1,745,250
Theodore Roosevelt 1,717,250
Warren Gamaliel Harding 1,708,500
John Fitzgerald Kennedy 1,700,500
James Madison 1,693,000
James Abram Garfield 1,661,000
William Henry Harrison 1,593,750
George Washington 1,467,500
Ronald Wilson Reagan 1,417,000
Zachary Taylor 1,411,750
William Jefferson Clinton 1,394,500
Calvin Coolidge 1,390,250
Dwight David Eisenhower 1,338,500
John Adams 1,311,500
Richard Milhous Nixon 1,284,750
John Quincy Adams 1,235,750
James Buchanan 1,215,750
Thomas Jefferson 1,198,500
George Herbert Walker Bush 1,056,250
George W. Bush 1,050,000 (ooh! So close, sonny!)
Franklin Delano Roosevelt 1,030,500
Chester Alan Arthur 989,000
John Tyler 849,250
Herbert Clark Hoover 839,750
Franklin Pierce 815,250
William Howard Taft 814,250
Andrew Johnson 806,250
Rutherford Birchard Hayes 782,750
James Monroe 758,500
Gerald Rudolph Ford 698,750
The most over-played song on the radio…
…is “Dani California”. I used to like it, but now I hate it cause it’s about every 5th song played on 106. Gr.
Okay. Anyways…my dad (being the weird dad he is) ordered off of eBay an old 1960s board game called “Video Village”. It was based off of an old TV show, apparently. This game, according to my mom, is cursed against her. So today, she and I played it twice. She lost badly. It was pretty funny, cause I landed on all the good places and she always landed in jail as soon as we started.
So yeah. I got a kick out of it.
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