Angels, Demons, and Head-Shots

So….. the novel is going so slowly that it think some sort of temporal anomaly has occurred and its starting to un-write itself (yes I know un-write is not a real word but if un-worry can be used by NRMA I can make up my own bloody words). I’ve got the demonic plot set up in my head, but the other side of the coin still defies quantification. I’m not sure what it says about my psyche that I can have a whole demonic world in my head but can’t work out the nice guys, but I’m sure its not a good thing.

So… yet another procrastination tool fell into my lap, with the fuzzy one suggesting I install Fallout 3 on her computer (if you read the last post you’ll have some idea about what ‘m talking about) and after a blurred addiction period I clawed myself out of the computer chair to find a week had vanished. It may not have been a productive week but I’m in love with the game in general, and close up shotgun blasts to the head in particular.

Like the earlier fallout games the post apocalyptic world has been reduced to the base human urges of violence, lust, hunger, anger, and desperation. Its not the nicest world, but when the lights go out and the supermarkets run out of food lets see how long it takes us to revert to true barbarism. The wasteland has drug dealers, prostitutes, contract killers and mutants. It also has lost puppies, orphans to save, and good deeds to do aplenty.

So the choice is yours, will you be the knight in shining (don’t mind the rust patch) armor, or the bad ass just looking out for number 1. Demon or angel you get to make your mark on the wasteland. Do you wallow in dealing death and drug use, or do you protect the innocent and help the helpless? Of course you can follow the middle ground, killing for fun and profit while still massaging your conscience by assisting those who come to you for aid.

I give this baby 9 out of 10, it would be higher but there aren’t nearly enough points to go around on your starting character. Sadly this makes you choose a particular style of play, which is good for the realism and role-playing factors but annoying if you want to stride the wasteland as an unstoppablele, god-like, creature. While on a lighter note the Timothy plan gave Fallout 3 a rating of 14 on their offensive content scale, guaranteeing it more sales amongst the impressionable net-savvy younger generation who will see this report then trick their parents into buying it for them.

Naturally I ended up on the side of the angels… guess I’m just pure at heart.

Yet with all the cannibals and gore it isn’t as evil as Spore, with its legions of cutsie creatures profaning our christian values…and by our I mean those who interpret the bible overly literally … and by profane I mean using the concept of evolution, rather then misguided, fact-resistant, blind faith in an antiquated interpretation of scripture….. and by christian values I of course mean a set of values held by an extreme minority with a loud voice and a holier then thou attitude.

So now I have to go back and murder my way to the top!

Luck, Love and Lamingtons

I’m lucky. Three hours of introspection and that’s the summary of my life. No great epiphany, just a dull glow of satisfaction.

I’m lucky in love, lucky in career, and lucky in life. I’ve blundered from one situation to another ever since I left the nest, and each time I land on my feet. I blunder into relationships, jobs, and small mountains, all with a grin and a desire to see where this latest twist of fate will take me.

Hell, a few days ago I wondered into my old workplace to say high and less then two minutes later I’m offered a job. My dating history has been a sequence of devoted (if insane) girls, most of whom failed to reach my nipple height. I’ve never even understood how these women entered my life as my pre-relationship conversations all seemed to go along the lines of….

<TinyGirl> Wow, you’re big
<Me> Everything is in proportion
<TinyGirl> Take me now!

I’m no catch, trust me, I have flaws. I’m big, ugly, clumsy, a nerd, and (as you can see) I suck at seduction. Yet despite all this I’ve been with a woman who loves me despite these MANY flaws for the last five years.

Flaws… yep. Got the knees of someone who is over six foot tall, yet thought martial arts was fun, and the face to match. My addiction to the way of the warrior has faded, but the joint problems remain.

Give me  a new computer game and I’m addicted for a solid week, close the doors, shut the blinds and cancel the milk delivery ’cause I’m going nowhere. Even after the initial MUST PLAY addiction has faded if its a good game I’ll be plugging away at the coding turning it into a new game that neither I, nor anyone else, will ever play. 

 

 

I read a post recently [here] that gave me a bit of a wake up call. Looking at my life through this lens, and coupled with a recent conversation about how we’ve fallen into something of a rut, its time to do something drastic. Not sure what yet, but drastic I tell you!!!!

PS: I’m not certain where the lamingtons went either

PPS: Back to my usual masoginistic self next post.

Cronus unchained

There is an evil spreading it’s tendrils through the world today. An unopposed monopoly, nay tyranny, that crushes all that would stand against it.

It is a foul, putrefying, cancer. It eats away at the moral and muscle fiber of the the global community, making little distinction between the elderly and the youthful, paying notice notice of gender, wealth, or education.

Maybe you have escaped its mind enslaving tendrils, but I bet you know someone who is less lucky. I urge you now brothers and sister, rise up and help overthrow the domination of this most insidious of masters.

Join me!

Rise up and restore circulation to your limbs.

Shout until the heavens tremble at the sound of our unity, scream at the top of your lungs “No! You will not own me”

Just say “NO!”to World of Warcraft.

No, really…….  go ahead….. I’ll be right behind you!

Once I’ve got a few more levels on my Warlock, and finished a dungeon or 29 with my Shaman, I’ll catch up with you in just a moment.

*mutters*

Guess you now know why I fell off the political horse….. Really got to get my life back

*SIGH*