The New Year's spread:
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Stupid havok physics. Flingin' my donuts around.
God help me, I'm back in Mass Effect.
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I don't know about everyone else, but playing through a game for the 27th time is a little...ehhhh...boring. Good thing I have my despair to keep me occupied.
EDIT:
I just saw a couple of shots from my family's Xmas portrait sitting...I have no idea who half of those people are. That I'm related to them is something I'm told I should assume is true...but who the hell are they? All of my cousins have maybe 18 or 19 kids each, and now THEY'RE old enough to start getting knocked up. I think we may be at the point where name tags and a programme featuring a detailed family tree foldout are necessary. Family gatherings used to be so simple...
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The summer Steam sale hasn't been all that great this year. It used to be fun, but they messed with the format and now it sucks. Still, I did get a couple of games like The Vanishing of Ethan Carter and Rube Works for a good price.
However...most of the things I have in my wishlist are either too new for deep discounts or reflect their complete lack of understanding as to what makes a good discount. 10%? 15%? Like a certain nasally-gifted Nanny once pointed out, it isn't a real sale unless it's at least 50% off.
The GOG sale was even better for me: the Two Worlds games AND the remake of Grim Fandango for under $15? Thank you. I still have yet to get the Witcher 3, but when I do, it'll be through GOG. It's funny, but the large drink cup I got at Carl's Jr. yesterday practically begged me (not out loud...I didn't hear voices, in case anyone was wondering) to go to Gamestop and buy Witcher 3...$5 off! Please please please for love of everything decent and holy PLEASE come to Gamestop and buy this game!
Naaaaah. Suffer.
In related news, Rockstar pulled a complete asswipe move: they anticipated the Steam sale by jacking the price of GTA V from $60 to $80. That way, you're still paying full retail even with a 25% discount. Miserable little bastards. Never again, Rockstar. :ss-disbelief
I feel that I should probably post something visually inappropriate here.
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There.
A grand idea. :ok: I think it should be extended to ALL politicians.
Y'know, Washington DC used to be a hardship post. I see no reason why it shouldn't be that way again... :evil1:
As for Facebook, I only wish I had multiple accounts so that I could experience the joy of deleting them all one by one. I may even sign up for Twitter and Instagram, just to delete those, too.
But I did find one thing on social media I liked:
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Pretty much sums up society at this point, too. :ss-nuts
I think it may have come to that. It's gotten to the point where Gabe is going around with a fake handlebar mustache and answering questions with a weird accent. "'Hoff-lahf'? Vut eeees theees 'hoff-lahf'??"
Farm it out to a third party, someone with ambition and drive. Really...HL isn't exactly the most innovative of narratives, so it shouldn't take a room full of Nobel winners to pull out a decent sequel.
In other news...ah. Masterchef just finished up. And for those of you who don't want spoilers...look away now.
WARNING WARNING WARNING MASTERCHEF SPOILER AHEAD
...keep scrolling...
Because Claudia won.
See? You should've looked away when I told you.
I admit to some...well, a *lot*...of disappointment at Derrick's loss. Then again, Masterchef is somewhat engineered (that's like saying that the Hoover Dam is "somewhat engineered"); I guess the win goes to whoever has the best sob story or the best legs (case in point: last year's winner, the stripper with the huge nose and great legs). So it should come as no surprise that the winner is the person who is the least qualified of the final two.
That's gotta sting, though. It wouldn't be so bad if it was:
"I lost, yeah. But she's an amazing, well-rounded cook who can take something from any given culture and turn it into something outstanding."
No, it was:
"I lost to a Mexican woman who can only cook Mexican food. And she looks like the Joker when she smiles. It hurts, Steve. It really does."
Seriously, that was all she could cook: Mexican food. Let me underline that point: she's Mexican and was only good at cooking Mexican food. If I had a peso every time she said she was putting her heritage/culture/roots into her dish, I...I would still be poor. Because the peso is the Canadian penny of Hispanic currency.
That may be insensitive. And inaccurate. But I'm beyond caring.
So anyway, it's over now. Hooray.
Vaccuums...yeah, I know what you're talking about. Also: air conditioning units, distant traffic, lawnmowers, and televised football. :lol:
Let's see...what do I have cluttering up my headspace lately? Besides that. Although to be honest, if I were entirely free of that, I'd be transparent. :hammerhead:
Well, they had a Fallout 4 launch party, complete with celebs...but the best they managed to scrape up were Halle Berry and Kaley Cuoco. I mean, not even one lesser Jenner/Kardashian was in sight.
[Side Note: I'm lobbying to apply a universally-accepted name to a herd of Jenner/Kardashians. As a flock of crows is a "murder," and a group of whales is a "pod," I submit that a group of J/Ks should be called a "tumor."]
Ah, well. Maybe the next Bethesda game's launch party will feature the Aniston vs. Jolie spittin'-scratchin'-hair pullin'-eye gougin' Red Carpet bitchfight we've all been praying for all these years.
[Another Side Note: although Ms. Aniston is reasonably fit and could most likely take care of herself in a straight-up fight, I suspect that Ms. Jolie, being totally batshit, is a dirty fighter. Things to look for in the fight: "Look out! She's got a shiv!" and "Holy shit...I never thought I'd see someone pop out a woman's eyeball and just...just...eat it, like that, just like a grape..."]
Until then, however, this is what we have:
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Winning an Oscar means never having to put any effort into your craft ever again.
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Perhaps just a "mere" TV star, but she's pulling down a million bucks an episode.
Other stuff...
Doom 3:
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Yeah...crank those texture settings UP, dawg! See the...the...son of a BITCH.
I imagine this would've looked perfectly okay five years ago. ::)
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#1: I wouldn't have had to enable the console if you asswipes had bugfixed a certain level, and
#2: Who gives a rat's ass about achievements, anyway??
Seriously. The BFG Edition nerfed the console so that you have to edit an .ini to use it. I got stuck in a level behind a door that would not open. It was supposed to lock behind me as I walked into the room, you know, id's dipshit method of panicking the player. I backpedaled into the hallway before the door shut, because...well, wouldn't YOU jump back if a Revenant screamed at you and fired a couple of rockets at your head? The door shut...and it was locked. That's when I found out that the pinheads had screwed with the console, because the only way out was to either load an earlier save, or clip through the damned door.
As a result, the game began bitching at me whenever I gained an achievement, because I still had the console enabled in the .ini. I didn't care enough to take it out.
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I feel your pain.
Indeed.
Fallout New Vegas:
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Raven-Symone goes to Vegas.
Blech. I've spent so much time trying to get my character presets sorted out that I just don't want to look at FNV anymore. Or ever again. I'm sick of it. I produced a fairly good-looking FO3 character, but porting her to FNV was...flawed, to put it mildly. FNV makes good characters ugly. Tell Obsidian I said that. The bastards.
Rage
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A cute girl in Wellspring.
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Look at that quality. Yesiree, that's high-def rendering right there, boy.
The whole megatextures thing is reason enough to ban John Carmack from games forever.
Skyrim
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So she got stuck in the bookcase and I killed the shit out of her.
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Dead Babette. I had to install and juggle the settings of at least three different large-scale mods and two patches to make this moment possible. But I think it was worth it. :evil1:
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It's not like they're close in appearance...but now I realize that I've been watching Constance Wu far too closely on Fresh Off The Boat. :ss-facepalm
An empty box with a Steam code inside? Sadly, that would not surprise me in this day and age. :'(
And now for some poetry. I call this:
Dreamer's Lament
Footsteps above me
disturbing my sleep
I only wish
I'd been buried a little more deep.
Thank you.
...what? I didn't say it was *good* poetry. Jeez.