I'm not entirely sure how much this topic has been covered overall, but judging by the lack of tolerance and the utter disbelief of the gentlemen that discover they have been playing video games with one of the female gender, I am guessing that the topic hasn't been touched on nearly enough.
A few days ago I walked to the train station with a friend from one of my history courses (in which the topic has nothing to do with this piece unfortunately) and we began discussing the lack of female representation in “Call of Duty: Black Ops”, a currently popular game (especially in the “teenage boy” demographic). She asked me if the game was worth buying, and more importantly if “girl avatars”, signs or other representation was present in the game. I said that after playing a great deal with my brother and exploring some aspects of the game, that there was not any overt examples of what she was looking for. Of course the option to customize avatars and call signs is a plus in the game, that is not enough for her. She wants blatant female representation in the forms of female characters, gender markers and avatars, which tell the multiplayer community exactly which gender they are playing with.
Now while the gaming community is a lot more accepting of female gamers, as I stated before, some are still shocked when they encounter them. When that gender is exposed, the person is treated differently, in either a more positive or negative manner. This is where the issue in and of itself lies. I believe that people shouldn't have to state their gender in order to assert the fact that both people play video games. Nine-five percent of the women I know play video games, even on a casual level. By casual I mean internet mini games, some games such as those on the Wii including “Wii Sports” or “Mario Party”, games on Facebook and the iPhone, and other similar sources. In other words, these games are the ones played waiting for a bus, or at a party or to waste time when one should be writing academic essays. Even my mother plays video games extensively and these games aren't limited to casual games. While she plays games such as “The Sims”, “Mario Party” and “Mario Kart”, she has also tried her hand at are “Oblivion”, the “Myst” series and all of the “Call of Duty” games we own. She is actually quite good at the games and actively asks our family if we would like to play a few rounds. She once asked me to play once saying something along the lines of “Why don't you take a break from you paper and come play some Call of Duty with us?”.
My point being, of course, that many women play video games and take up a significant portion of the gaming populace. They, however, do not get the representation that they deserve. Stereotypically, especially because of the norms constructed when video games were first created, men are the ones who play video games, have parties, talk strategy and compete. This stereotype bothers my aforementioned friend to the very depths of her being. As dramatic and over-the-top that sounds, I'm trying to discover whether that notion is worthy of such distaste. I agree that the stereotype should be broken down and overcome, but to what point and purpose?
I ask this because of the notion of being treated differently. Men and women will always be treated differently. No matter how one tries to promote “equality” between the genders, a fundamental, cultural belief in their differences will always exist. In terms of playing video games, this will most certainly always exist as well. One example that immediately comes to mind is one taken from the leviathan of a game, “World of Warcraft”, known in the gaming community as “World of Warcrack” (and let me just say I tried this game and got bored really fast...I don't experience its addictive powers I guess). In this game (if you haven't yet heard), you are given the choice of creating a character, which acts as a personal avatar designed to perform quests and other such tasks. In the creation, the player is given a choice of race, physical features, classes and, oh yes, gender. From stories that I have heard, and experience, the female avatars are often treated differently from the male (especially when the game first arrived on the market). I have heard they are given money, items, special status and experience different conversation than the male avatars receive. Is this because they believe that females are on the other end? Do they really think they're going to receive anything...special, because they treated them differently? Because they felt they had to? Many people in this game do not even chose the gender that they were born with. A lot of males chose female avatars just to get these benefits. In this way, the game portrays a sense of gender equality, but its players do not practice the concept.
One may argue that these issues are due to ignorance and inexperience of youth, but why would youth have these ideas in the first place? It's because the system of beliefs, values, and ideas they grew up relay this information. People are told that differences exist between the genders. People are told that females should be treated differently. Why should it be any different in the gaming community? Again turning back to a Call of Duty example, people are given the option to edit their own clan-tags, a four-letter combination of letters placed before the user name that associates the player with a specific place, group or individual trait. Often I see the tag [GIRL] in the pre-game lobby and I ask why that act is necessary. Do these “GIRL”s expect to be treated differently? Do they expect to enact a form of ridicule upon the other players because they were “beaten by a girl”? I find the notion completely ridiculous. If true gender equality and acceptance is what's desired, why do “GIRL”s work so hard to distinguish themselves as different. Sure this may anger the per-pubescent teenage boy because his world views have been shattered by a single round fired from the AA12 Shotgun of a “GIRL”, but in the long run, all that is being done is creating a class that separates the females from the males. No progress is being made.
Therefore, what I aim for is androgyny. A world where no one cares if the player is a female or male player, but instead focuses on the game itself and individual skill. I want a world where even if the players knew they had been bested by a female, they don't care because the issue derives from skill and expertise. Androgyny where the player is not thought of as “boy” or “girl” is an ideal the gaming community will probably not see. At least not in this lifetime. I myself try to practice this ideal, by acting androgynous in nature on the internet and within the gaming community. I am a female biologically. I participate and enjoy a lot of activities and endeavours that are “male” by tradition, stereotype and value. Because I even think of such activities and ideas as “male”, I am trapped by the same convictions that everyone else is. I will never be completely androgynous, because my base core, my sign and signifier, the way I associate with the objects and ideas around me have been set. The male and female established. Boundaries and barriers have been broken, but never completely torn down.
I have used this example before in other works (or rants I suppose) of mine. I post many videos on YouTube, such as walkthroughs, amusing incidents in games, and pieces of music. I have not identified with any gender in any of my videos and use text to relay my thoughts and opinions in the videos. I did, at one point, have videos voice-commentated, but have since removed the videos (I don't like the sound of my voice in recording). Those videos were the only aspect of my YouTube existence that identified me as female. Viewers of my other videos, however, perceive me as a male. In many times I get comments such as “dude nice videos”, “I like your videos sir” and “hey man, how do I fix this issue?”. The viewers automatically assume I am a man, but I am unsure of is whether this idea comes from the content of my videos (mostly walkthroughs of a video game called “Dungeon Keeper 2”), or if my existence on the internet is by default attributed to “male”. In other words, am I considered “male” because of what I do, or because cultural assumptions dictate that “male” is more common to find on the internet in such contexts?
Many would say that my failure to identify myself as female online is to blame (especially those who enjoy using “GIRL” in COD). In this mind-set, if females don't identify themselves as “girl” or “woman”, then nothing would exist to prove said existence of females online and in games (aside from a personal account...which can be denied and refuted). The players would assume that the person on the other side is a male (and I won't lie, I have often, by default, assumed this as well). As said before, this is because of the norms and stereotypes established throughout gaming history. So in order to break with these “traditions” (I'm using a lot of quotation marks aren't I?) wouldn't females have to establish themselves within the gaming community with blatant proof?
I answer with a “maybe sometimes in certain contexts”. Naturally, I would say no, because that's what I want to believe, but in some cases, especially those dominated by males, females have yet to make their mark. The gaming industry has come a long way over the years and whether that's for better or for worse...well let's just say that's another story completely. In terms of gender identification, females have for the most part made their mark and appearance, mostly in the last decade. Just today I was asked if I have played and finished “Assassin's Creed Brotherhood” and got an invite from a young man in which I don't know too well to play multiplayer with him. I have also recently been invited to “Halo” parties and “Mario” nights by some of my male friends to play. As an equal. I am, however, the exception. My friends are the exception. Please correct me if I'm wrong (please please time ten to the power of infinity...I want to be wrong here), but I don't believe a lot of females have the same experiences in gaming. So many are still underground. I grew up playing video games. From “Space Taxi” and “Spelunker” on the Commodore 64, “Mr. Do” and “Mouse Trap” on Colecovision, to my old PC games of “Warcraft 2”, “Diablo 1”, “Age of Empires 2” and my wonderful kid-friendly dinosaur and animal games, all the way to the games I play today, I have enjoyed and been influenced by these virtual adventures. I have always assumed that I had every right to play and talk about these games just as much as everyone else and for the most part, have gotten a positive response. I have never been bothered by those who think video games are best left for only 50% of the population.
In the end, my ideal world in gaming is one based on intellect, cunning, skill and practice, not one based on gender stereotypes. So please, my fellow female gamers, assert yourself by continuing to play, ignoring the insults made by intolerant minds, but don't feel the need to sell yourself as a GIRL. As for the men, tone down your insecurities and scorn concerning female gamers; they have every right to be there and participate. As much of a right as you. Let's be tolerant about this people. Gender means nothing. It does not quantify ability, capability or what is allowed or disallowed...it's just silly.
Yours truly,
Dr. Schwa
* This essay was for fun mostly and I did only a light, scanning edit. If something sounds weird or clunky, it's because I was lazy. I'm planning on going over it in the future in more detail.
** If anyone has questions or comments, please let me know by posting them here, on my YouTube account (either on my page or through PM), or though instant messengers, which I'm sure I have posted somewhere around here...
*** I am always open to discuss, debate, explain and listen to stories about experience or points that I have missed. I am also planning on writing more on similar topics in the future, so if you read this, feedback is much appreciated!
**** HAH I only used one exclamation point in this document and it wasn't even for the core document. TAKE THAT FICTION WRITING! Oh sheeeeet I used two. What you guys ganna do about it? Just kidding, I love you all.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Bah
Don't you just hate people who fart in academia's general direction and receive A's? I'm not one of those people. I'm the person that farts in their general direction to get the B's. I'm too lazy to waft enough to get the A.
Man that was a disgusting analogy.
Man that was a disgusting analogy.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Stupid Biorhythm
I never knew how important this stupid feature in Path of Radiance was until Chapter 13 on hard mode. Holy crap. It's the level where you, as the player, must defend a ship for ten turns. One of the characters that starts off on the "Other" force, Astrid, is squishy. I am playing the game so no playable characters get killed. Astrid is one of these characters. If her biorhythm is on par or on the downswing, she will die no matter what you do. If it's on the upswing, the swordsman that ALWAYS offs her only gets one shot instead of two. This is a problem because I had to restart the level FIVE TIMES last night because I didn't even think of biorhythem. In fact, I couldn't even understand what the hell was going on. Today I started playing and realized it immediately (must have been lack of sleep or something finally affecting my mental processes...). Even Oscar and Kieran had differing attacks and hit percentages, which struck me as curious as well (determining if they could kill one spearman or not). This is also biorhythm. As frustrated as I was (am), biorhythm is actually a clever aspect of strategical play that I hadn't thought to work around or take advantage of.
This just struck me as a perfect example of my inability to take certain aspects of gaming to another level. As a rule, I don't like to compete or play multiplayer matches with a) people I don't know and b) little or no knowledge of the game or what I'm supposed to be doing. The point is, however, I don't ever spend enough time with one game to become an expert at it. At least not good enough to actually have fun without getting frustrated every two minutes. I love playing single player games because I can work at my own pace, faff about and actually enjoy what I'm playing. When I play multiplayer, especially with competitive contexts or even with competitive people, I feel panicked, confused and nervous because I feel like I look like an idiot. This is why previous endeavours into Star Craft and Diablo II didn't work for me. I was constantly playing with people way out of my league, and they expected more from me. Though it's good to play with people better than you, I wasn't willing to spend the time becoming better. I didn't feel like I could get better, and I was constantly embarassing myself. I don't have huge amounts of confidence, a hurdle I've constantly had to scramble over. Some of the people I played with made me feel as if I was screwing them up or constantly disappointing them, which didn't help either. And yet I couldn't stop, because I was convinced I could get better and kick these people's asses. It wasn't healthy, and I'm glad that I don't play like that anymore, though I do miss playing with these people at times. I felt like I was one of them...part of their community. Like many other aspects of my life though, I think I'm destined to be an outsider. This is why I haven't touched the multiplayer of Star Craft 2 and Assassin's Creed Brotherhood. I was eased into Call of Duty Black Ops because of the co-op multiplayer option, which was brilliant in that game (even if the rest of it just looked like the same as every COD game before). My brother, a player much better than myself, was able to play with me and help me get better.
I don't know if I'm just afraid to get back into it because of bad experiences in the past playing even with friends, but I just don't get the same level of enjoyment out of this aspect of gaming. I am becoming a lot better at games like Fire Emblem because of my will and time spent in-game. Every level I learn something new or tactical. I learn tricks for the levels and how to cycle my characters and use healing at the right times to keep them all alive and as effective as I can. I have learned about biorhythm and special abilities, chance to hit (which is TOTALLY rigged in some cases) and how to level characters to make a strong and rounded team. Same with Dungeon Keeper. I've spent hours with that game, playing, recording, reviewing, commenting and in some cases re-playing when I fail. I've spent enough time with the game making a walkthrough series that I am a stronger player. I just can't find anyone willing to play with me on multiplayer. Sadface.
This just struck me as a perfect example of my inability to take certain aspects of gaming to another level. As a rule, I don't like to compete or play multiplayer matches with a) people I don't know and b) little or no knowledge of the game or what I'm supposed to be doing. The point is, however, I don't ever spend enough time with one game to become an expert at it. At least not good enough to actually have fun without getting frustrated every two minutes. I love playing single player games because I can work at my own pace, faff about and actually enjoy what I'm playing. When I play multiplayer, especially with competitive contexts or even with competitive people, I feel panicked, confused and nervous because I feel like I look like an idiot. This is why previous endeavours into Star Craft and Diablo II didn't work for me. I was constantly playing with people way out of my league, and they expected more from me. Though it's good to play with people better than you, I wasn't willing to spend the time becoming better. I didn't feel like I could get better, and I was constantly embarassing myself. I don't have huge amounts of confidence, a hurdle I've constantly had to scramble over. Some of the people I played with made me feel as if I was screwing them up or constantly disappointing them, which didn't help either. And yet I couldn't stop, because I was convinced I could get better and kick these people's asses. It wasn't healthy, and I'm glad that I don't play like that anymore, though I do miss playing with these people at times. I felt like I was one of them...part of their community. Like many other aspects of my life though, I think I'm destined to be an outsider. This is why I haven't touched the multiplayer of Star Craft 2 and Assassin's Creed Brotherhood. I was eased into Call of Duty Black Ops because of the co-op multiplayer option, which was brilliant in that game (even if the rest of it just looked like the same as every COD game before). My brother, a player much better than myself, was able to play with me and help me get better.
I don't know if I'm just afraid to get back into it because of bad experiences in the past playing even with friends, but I just don't get the same level of enjoyment out of this aspect of gaming. I am becoming a lot better at games like Fire Emblem because of my will and time spent in-game. Every level I learn something new or tactical. I learn tricks for the levels and how to cycle my characters and use healing at the right times to keep them all alive and as effective as I can. I have learned about biorhythm and special abilities, chance to hit (which is TOTALLY rigged in some cases) and how to level characters to make a strong and rounded team. Same with Dungeon Keeper. I've spent hours with that game, playing, recording, reviewing, commenting and in some cases re-playing when I fail. I've spent enough time with the game making a walkthrough series that I am a stronger player. I just can't find anyone willing to play with me on multiplayer. Sadface.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Why I Have a Problem with Religious Debates
I'm going to perform one of the most dangerous feats that exists on the internet. I'm going to talk about religion.
So, why do I have a problem with religious debates? Because they hardly ever end well. The other day I had a wonderful conversation with a friend of mine concerning various forms of Christianity, Indigenous beliefs and ancient mythologies. It was fantastic. We didn't agree on all points, but both of us became a little more educated about humanity and how it functions. We both left happy and interested in the topic. This has only happened about three or four times in my entire life.
I am afraid to talk about religion, because I feel if I ever bring it up, I will be attacked no matter how peaceful and philosophical I wish to be on the topic. I am defined, by upbringing and action, as a protestant baptist. I am not exactly...devout, but I have my own set of beliefs and values that I have taken from this faction of religion and many others as well. I love to learn about religion as long as it's the facts and not a heated debate about who is right. Because I already know that the answer is NO ONE. I don't believe any one person is right about anything. I think elements of truth exist in all belief systems, which is why we, as a curious and reasonable (hah) species should take the time to be open-minded and learn what other cultures and religions have to offer. The older I get, the more I see the similarities rather than the differences between the majority of religions in the world. So why can't we sit down together and have a chat about it without the world imploding?
My answer is that humans simply have too many opinions. Due to experience, upbringing and education influencing us, we all just have too many perspectives. There will always be fanatics. There will always be moderates. To think that this is any different, that one faction is evil and the others are good, or that one day all of us will be united under the same banner is unreasonable. What we can work towards is understanding and open-mindedness. Tolerance is the key to peace in the future...of course that is an opinion that many would refute. Hence my conclusion that humans will never change in this aspect. My biggest issue is all the people who try to impose or force their beliefs or religion onto others.
What I find amazing is where all the hatred and unease comes from. So many people think of epic battles and oppression between countries and cultures...across hundreds of ethnic groups with thousands of morals and values. I see it on the internet, in random chat rooms, on the street, in the malls, on the train and even in a friend's home. I can't tell you the number of times I've looked at the comments on a video, only to find an argument about the existence of God, when the video itself has nothing to do with religion (and similar topics). What scares me the most is the level some people can't be reasoned with. There's no room for consideration, debate or critical thought. These people see what they believe as Truth (yes with a capital T) and won't give a little to the possibility that they are wrong. I know I'm wrong in many ways about a lot of subjects, but I try to listen and learn. It also makes me vulnerable.
An example would be a time when I was visiting a friend to watch Lord of the Rings (ironically, LOTR has a lot of religious under-tones...which too can be debated, but I digress), and somehow the topic of religion came up. Namely my belief in God and my attendance at church on Sunday mornings. Now, before I get into this, I would like to make my position CLEAR. I am extremely moderate and believe in peaceful co-existence (in case you haven't gathered that yet). I believe in a God (or at least a higher deity of sorts), I think that the morals and values that are the fundamental basis of many religions all over the world (like love, peace, moderation, charity etc.) are aspects to aspire to, I know that religions and other factions can bring people together and unite them as a community (also between religions and factions) and I think everyone should be allowed to believe what they want to as long as they don't force those beliefs on others (for instance, I am writing this post in order to convey my position, but I don't expect anyone to agree...I leave that up to the person to decide). My philosophy is a lot more complicated of course, and I have struggled with it immensely, but that's the gist of it. At this said movie night, my beliefs were attacked without much chance to defend myself, and this was frightening.
I remember saying something about being at church on Sunday morning, which was a mistake in my friend's presence. Normally I don't like church that much. I feel like an outsider a lot of the time (for reasons other than the religion itself), but I attend to make my family happy, which in turn makes me happy. I respect my family and the life they have brought me up in, and I intend to honour that respect despite what I may believe deep down. At any rate, he asked me why I was going to church if I didn't like it. As I explained a moment ago, I said that it made my family happy. He said that I should do what made ME happy rather than my family, and to do otherwise was idiocy. While I agree that freedom, choice and the right to be happy is something we should all be able to have, part of my happiness relies on my family being happy. My friend did not find this explanation acceptable. Instead we entered a rather one-sided debate about how Christianity has been inherently evil and misleading since the dawn of its creation. I countered that it was mostly the fanatics that ruined it for everyone else. He had the all-powerful "but look at the renaissance and the indoctrination there. Hundreds of people have died in the name of religion. People still do. People have been oppressed, forced to believe things they don't want to and driven to commit horrible deeds." I don't disagree at all with these statements, but it's not the religion itself that's the problem. The problem lies in the system, in the individuals that become corrupted for various reasons and a general lack of education (or the desire to be educated). The religion-bashing carried on for some time, but to make a long story short, my friend would not let us carry on with the evening until I said, at the very least, that I was agnostic. The denial of many of my beliefs wasn't what upset me the most that day. What upset me the most was that a person I considered a friend, drove me to the verge of tears, because they thought they were trying to "save me".
Which is what I don't understand. He is an atheist, and yet he used the same tactics and arguments that fanatics in religious factions use in order to force others to think the same way as them. In that way, he was contradicting himself by using the same principles he hates in order to prove that he was right.
So people, please leave me alone, please leave others alone. If you are willing to learn, to educate, to be reasonable and have an open-mind, then I wholly encourage thought and debate concerning religion. If not, keep your beliefs to yourself. I don't want to be preached to. I don't want to be told that I'm being saved from falsehood, misleading information, fanatic cults, stupid organizations, heaven, hell, or the Great Effing Pumpkin. I don't want to be yelled at, I don't want to be attacked, I don't want the hatred. I am prepared to accept the consequences of my beliefs, whatever the future holds for them. Please people, for the love of all that is good and holy (what ever you may think that is), let me be. Stop trying to rescue me. I don't want to be saved.
So, why do I have a problem with religious debates? Because they hardly ever end well. The other day I had a wonderful conversation with a friend of mine concerning various forms of Christianity, Indigenous beliefs and ancient mythologies. It was fantastic. We didn't agree on all points, but both of us became a little more educated about humanity and how it functions. We both left happy and interested in the topic. This has only happened about three or four times in my entire life.
I am afraid to talk about religion, because I feel if I ever bring it up, I will be attacked no matter how peaceful and philosophical I wish to be on the topic. I am defined, by upbringing and action, as a protestant baptist. I am not exactly...devout, but I have my own set of beliefs and values that I have taken from this faction of religion and many others as well. I love to learn about religion as long as it's the facts and not a heated debate about who is right. Because I already know that the answer is NO ONE. I don't believe any one person is right about anything. I think elements of truth exist in all belief systems, which is why we, as a curious and reasonable (hah) species should take the time to be open-minded and learn what other cultures and religions have to offer. The older I get, the more I see the similarities rather than the differences between the majority of religions in the world. So why can't we sit down together and have a chat about it without the world imploding?
My answer is that humans simply have too many opinions. Due to experience, upbringing and education influencing us, we all just have too many perspectives. There will always be fanatics. There will always be moderates. To think that this is any different, that one faction is evil and the others are good, or that one day all of us will be united under the same banner is unreasonable. What we can work towards is understanding and open-mindedness. Tolerance is the key to peace in the future...of course that is an opinion that many would refute. Hence my conclusion that humans will never change in this aspect. My biggest issue is all the people who try to impose or force their beliefs or religion onto others.
What I find amazing is where all the hatred and unease comes from. So many people think of epic battles and oppression between countries and cultures...across hundreds of ethnic groups with thousands of morals and values. I see it on the internet, in random chat rooms, on the street, in the malls, on the train and even in a friend's home. I can't tell you the number of times I've looked at the comments on a video, only to find an argument about the existence of God, when the video itself has nothing to do with religion (and similar topics). What scares me the most is the level some people can't be reasoned with. There's no room for consideration, debate or critical thought. These people see what they believe as Truth (yes with a capital T) and won't give a little to the possibility that they are wrong. I know I'm wrong in many ways about a lot of subjects, but I try to listen and learn. It also makes me vulnerable.
An example would be a time when I was visiting a friend to watch Lord of the Rings (ironically, LOTR has a lot of religious under-tones...which too can be debated, but I digress), and somehow the topic of religion came up. Namely my belief in God and my attendance at church on Sunday mornings. Now, before I get into this, I would like to make my position CLEAR. I am extremely moderate and believe in peaceful co-existence (in case you haven't gathered that yet). I believe in a God (or at least a higher deity of sorts), I think that the morals and values that are the fundamental basis of many religions all over the world (like love, peace, moderation, charity etc.) are aspects to aspire to, I know that religions and other factions can bring people together and unite them as a community (also between religions and factions) and I think everyone should be allowed to believe what they want to as long as they don't force those beliefs on others (for instance, I am writing this post in order to convey my position, but I don't expect anyone to agree...I leave that up to the person to decide). My philosophy is a lot more complicated of course, and I have struggled with it immensely, but that's the gist of it. At this said movie night, my beliefs were attacked without much chance to defend myself, and this was frightening.
I remember saying something about being at church on Sunday morning, which was a mistake in my friend's presence. Normally I don't like church that much. I feel like an outsider a lot of the time (for reasons other than the religion itself), but I attend to make my family happy, which in turn makes me happy. I respect my family and the life they have brought me up in, and I intend to honour that respect despite what I may believe deep down. At any rate, he asked me why I was going to church if I didn't like it. As I explained a moment ago, I said that it made my family happy. He said that I should do what made ME happy rather than my family, and to do otherwise was idiocy. While I agree that freedom, choice and the right to be happy is something we should all be able to have, part of my happiness relies on my family being happy. My friend did not find this explanation acceptable. Instead we entered a rather one-sided debate about how Christianity has been inherently evil and misleading since the dawn of its creation. I countered that it was mostly the fanatics that ruined it for everyone else. He had the all-powerful "but look at the renaissance and the indoctrination there. Hundreds of people have died in the name of religion. People still do. People have been oppressed, forced to believe things they don't want to and driven to commit horrible deeds." I don't disagree at all with these statements, but it's not the religion itself that's the problem. The problem lies in the system, in the individuals that become corrupted for various reasons and a general lack of education (or the desire to be educated). The religion-bashing carried on for some time, but to make a long story short, my friend would not let us carry on with the evening until I said, at the very least, that I was agnostic. The denial of many of my beliefs wasn't what upset me the most that day. What upset me the most was that a person I considered a friend, drove me to the verge of tears, because they thought they were trying to "save me".
Which is what I don't understand. He is an atheist, and yet he used the same tactics and arguments that fanatics in religious factions use in order to force others to think the same way as them. In that way, he was contradicting himself by using the same principles he hates in order to prove that he was right.
So people, please leave me alone, please leave others alone. If you are willing to learn, to educate, to be reasonable and have an open-mind, then I wholly encourage thought and debate concerning religion. If not, keep your beliefs to yourself. I don't want to be preached to. I don't want to be told that I'm being saved from falsehood, misleading information, fanatic cults, stupid organizations, heaven, hell, or the Great Effing Pumpkin. I don't want to be yelled at, I don't want to be attacked, I don't want the hatred. I am prepared to accept the consequences of my beliefs, whatever the future holds for them. Please people, for the love of all that is good and holy (what ever you may think that is), let me be. Stop trying to rescue me. I don't want to be saved.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
AAAAAAAAAAAAaa
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTCCcO83OY8&feature=grec_index
WTF DID I JUST WATCH?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Seriously though, that was cutest video that's ever confused me in every possible way.
WTF DID I JUST WATCH?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Seriously though, that was cutest video that's ever confused me in every possible way.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Overlord 2
It's taken me a year, but I finally beat Overlord 2. I thought it deserved a blog post. It's not that it was hard...it's because I played the game almost all the way through (up until the final stretch with the catapults) and then I went on vacation. I came back and either forgot what I was doing, lost interest or had something else to do. Maybe all of the above. At any rate I got into an "Overlord" phase again and played through the two games. I never played the expansion for the first one...but meh.
Now I just need to finish my Dungeon Keeper video series while I wait for Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood and Portal 2. I am so stoked for both of these games. I'll probably finish recording Half Life as well after. For now I also have a ton of novels to read, some writing to do, and a stack of old games I've been meaning to play through again. I also have a job now to get used to. And by get used to I mean figure out how to deal with 3+ managers telling me to do different tasks on different days in different departments and work on my patience skills. I also haven't had much contact with the customers yet, but from what I can tell they are going to be a little on the snooty side. Of course by a little, I mean A LOT. At least the stock room is easy. I worked it for 2 and a half shifts (ish) and already remember where a lot of the items are in the back.
I'm excited for the food. Mmmm sauces and biscuits...
Now I just need to finish my Dungeon Keeper video series while I wait for Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood and Portal 2. I am so stoked for both of these games. I'll probably finish recording Half Life as well after. For now I also have a ton of novels to read, some writing to do, and a stack of old games I've been meaning to play through again. I also have a job now to get used to. And by get used to I mean figure out how to deal with 3+ managers telling me to do different tasks on different days in different departments and work on my patience skills. I also haven't had much contact with the customers yet, but from what I can tell they are going to be a little on the snooty side. Of course by a little, I mean A LOT. At least the stock room is easy. I worked it for 2 and a half shifts (ish) and already remember where a lot of the items are in the back.
I'm excited for the food. Mmmm sauces and biscuits...
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Insomnia?
I can't sleep, or don't want to sleep, so I ended up here. I don't know what it is or why, but I'm really restless. I think it's just bad luck in the past little while with my computer breaking and needing a reinstall, no one wanting to hire me no matter where I apply (tried again today *fingers crossed*), not doing as well in my endeavours as I hoped, forgetting to back up files or do work/readings, oversleeping, my hormone levels (or SOMETHING) going all nuts, poor eating habits/not being hungry, saying a few things I regret, my YouTube video uploads that keep exploding and tonight family members locking me out of the house (whether meaning it or not I'm not sure yet). I have no idea what's going on, I'm just on edge and have this feeling that something horrible is about to happen. Too much can go wrong right now I have grandparents that are getting old and ill, especially my grandmother with cancer. I have an old dog who has failed considerably this year in her health...though she looks fine to me now. I have some friends that have been making a few bad choices drinking, overworking themselves, ending relationships or have been feeling super ill. I personally feel fairly healthy aside from the decreased appetite, edginess and the occasional stomach ache, so I'm just worried about everyone else. I want people's company until I'm with people, then I want to be alone. It's so strange. I hope this goes away soon and without misfortune. I'll take a spaced-out, unfocused, daze any day over this.
I don't know why, but I can never spell "occasional" without the aid of spell check. I keep putting a t where the s should be. It's like my mispronunciation of "satisfaction". I always have to think before I say it or it comes out "satisfication". My brain is weird.
I don't know why, but I can never spell "occasional" without the aid of spell check. I keep putting a t where the s should be. It's like my mispronunciation of "satisfaction". I always have to think before I say it or it comes out "satisfication". My brain is weird.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Sonic 2006
I recently got Sonic the Hedgehog 2006 for my birthday and man do I have mixed feelings about it. I was so hyped about this game four years ago, back when I was obsessed with Sonic the Hedgehog games. I still have fun with them, but lately they've frustrated me way more than I've had fun with them. Sonic Unleashed was kind of the limit for me. Honestly, a "werehog"? So he's a man hog? That wasn't even my biggest issue. All of the night levels drove me absolutely insane. I don't think I've ever been so angry at a video game in my whole life. The day levels were quite good though. I had a lot of fun with those. At any rate, this is about Sonic 2006...
If I had a PS3 4 years ago, I would have bought this game when it came out. I watched all the trailer videos and gameplay demos, downloaded the music and lurked on all my favourite Sonic forums for news. One aspect I do have to commend the game for is its fantastic music and beautiful graphics. They aren't the graphic we see in 2010, but it was good for 2006, like many other games. I am going to focus on all of the good parts of this game first, because we all focus on the bad way too much.
So, the graphics and music are excellent as I already mentioned. Tons of interactive environments that are quite large. You have the option of exploring, doing quests for the people of Soleanna or just sticking to the story. I normally just stick to the story, for reasons I'll touch on later, but the choice is there for the player to make. The gameplay is creative allowing you to play as three characters: Sonic, Shadow and Silver (I like to call them Paedohog, Angsthog and Geekhog). Sonic's missions are the usual running levels with parts of super speed, attacking with the homing attack and jumping puzzles. Shadow's story involves alternating between driving vehicles and running. Silver, a new character to the franchise, uses his mind to throw objects, manipulate structures and float. Silver is by far the most fun to play because of this. Though, ramming cars that have mounted guns into towers and watching them explode adds a little fun to Shadow's missions (even if it is a little too much like the Shadow the Hedgehog game).
This brings me to the overall story being told through the three characters. I, personally love it. It is hilarious. In almost every cutscene I have had a "wtf moment" that keeps me wondering what the writers and developers were on when they created this beast. The lameness is epic, and I love it. I know story is a big deal for some people, but honestly, I'd rather have good gameplay. The story in this game lightens the mood and makes me laugh. I like that. It's a little too complex for a Sonic game in my opinion. Most of the time I had no idea what was going on and I could pick out WAY too many plot holes. For the most part, good times.
All right, now I get to complain and I'm making a bee-line straight for the controls. Two words: THEY SUCK. The controls are so touchy, that one wrong move and I'm flinging myself, head over heels into a bottomless pit, or the water or a wall, or an enemy. The vehicles are difficult to drive and keep balanced. If you so much sneeze the wrong way, your vehicle rolls over or explodes. Sometimes I'll be running along a straight path and then Sonic will randomly veer off to the right and fall off a cliff. Then with Silver I try to shoot a box or pick up an item. The key word here is try. The objects can be difficult to aim and Silver sometimes won't even pick up what you want him to. I remember trying to do a mission where you had to hit targets and you had to have the right objects shot at the right angle at the right distance or you'd miss. The cameras don't help with any of this either. Half the time the camera freaks out and suddenly you're staring at a wall or the floor. Sometimes the camera would lock, making you a target for the robots just off screen that you can't see no matter which way you try to turn the view. It's ridiculous.
The gameplay in general is annoying. The worst part is the load screens. OH GOD THE LOAD SCREENS. I avoid the missions or "side-quests" because of these (and of course you HAVE to do some of them to advance through the story). You get a load screen after you agree to the mission, then you wait about a minute. Then you hear the person who gave you the mission explain what you have to do (and usually this is a useless one-liner) and go through ANOTHER minute load screen before you can play. Not so bad...if you beat the mission. If you fail, you can't just restart, you have to sit through another lengthy load screen, listen to another lame-ass one liner about how you fail before a load screen is yet again shoved in your face. Then you have to talk to the person again and go through the entire process. I'd honestly rather be drilling holes into my head. Load screens aside, the story missions themselves could get annoying. In the middle of these levels you switch between characters that may be traveling with the main character. This is a cool idea and fun at times, but sometimes they switch in at awkward times. One of shadows missions included a part where started the level flying and about 20 seconds later you enter a segment controlling Rouge (split off by a load screen). I just ask what the point of the first part even was. The planning for the transitions were just sloppy in many cases.
Now, I haven't played the entire game yet, but I've watched all the cutscenes. All two hours of them. I really don't think that much exposition is needed for a Sonic game. I'm not saying it wasn't entertaining. In fact some of my favourite YouTube poops are based off these cutscenes, but the original games had about 20 seconds worth of what you can call "cutscenes", maybe even less. Not only that they have this creepy little plot where a princess falls in love with a hedgehog, which is wrong on so many levels. One of my biggest issues was that they had the nerve to kill Sonic the Hedgehog and then bring him back to life. THEN THE ENTIRE EXPERIENCE THEY WENT THROUGH WAS WORTH NOTHING. They don't remember ANYTHING of what happened. This was akin to "and then he woke up; it was all a dream". MY GOD.
I am glad to have gotten this game, it is a challenge, keeps me on the edge of my seat and gave me a lot of good laughs. My point is, they could have done so much better. It's better than Sonic Heroes, but Sonic has a long way to go in terms of redeeming himself in my eyes (I'd say Sonic Rush and Sonic Chronicles were a step in the right direction). At any rate, I will watch and wait. I still have hope for the platformers.
Also...why does every Sonic game after maybe Sonic Adventure Battle 2 treat Knuckles like a hot-headed dumbass? Yeah he's got a short temper, but he's the freaking guardian of Angel Island, the last Echidna etc. Sonic Chronicles DID do him good (I really love that game aside from the cliffhanger). GIVE KNUCKLES A LITTLE DIGNITY!
And now for some poop (by toadomos):
Rouge Loves her Precious
Eggman
Elise is a Loser
If I had a PS3 4 years ago, I would have bought this game when it came out. I watched all the trailer videos and gameplay demos, downloaded the music and lurked on all my favourite Sonic forums for news. One aspect I do have to commend the game for is its fantastic music and beautiful graphics. They aren't the graphic we see in 2010, but it was good for 2006, like many other games. I am going to focus on all of the good parts of this game first, because we all focus on the bad way too much.
So, the graphics and music are excellent as I already mentioned. Tons of interactive environments that are quite large. You have the option of exploring, doing quests for the people of Soleanna or just sticking to the story. I normally just stick to the story, for reasons I'll touch on later, but the choice is there for the player to make. The gameplay is creative allowing you to play as three characters: Sonic, Shadow and Silver (I like to call them Paedohog, Angsthog and Geekhog). Sonic's missions are the usual running levels with parts of super speed, attacking with the homing attack and jumping puzzles. Shadow's story involves alternating between driving vehicles and running. Silver, a new character to the franchise, uses his mind to throw objects, manipulate structures and float. Silver is by far the most fun to play because of this. Though, ramming cars that have mounted guns into towers and watching them explode adds a little fun to Shadow's missions (even if it is a little too much like the Shadow the Hedgehog game).
This brings me to the overall story being told through the three characters. I, personally love it. It is hilarious. In almost every cutscene I have had a "wtf moment" that keeps me wondering what the writers and developers were on when they created this beast. The lameness is epic, and I love it. I know story is a big deal for some people, but honestly, I'd rather have good gameplay. The story in this game lightens the mood and makes me laugh. I like that. It's a little too complex for a Sonic game in my opinion. Most of the time I had no idea what was going on and I could pick out WAY too many plot holes. For the most part, good times.
All right, now I get to complain and I'm making a bee-line straight for the controls. Two words: THEY SUCK. The controls are so touchy, that one wrong move and I'm flinging myself, head over heels into a bottomless pit, or the water or a wall, or an enemy. The vehicles are difficult to drive and keep balanced. If you so much sneeze the wrong way, your vehicle rolls over or explodes. Sometimes I'll be running along a straight path and then Sonic will randomly veer off to the right and fall off a cliff. Then with Silver I try to shoot a box or pick up an item. The key word here is try. The objects can be difficult to aim and Silver sometimes won't even pick up what you want him to. I remember trying to do a mission where you had to hit targets and you had to have the right objects shot at the right angle at the right distance or you'd miss. The cameras don't help with any of this either. Half the time the camera freaks out and suddenly you're staring at a wall or the floor. Sometimes the camera would lock, making you a target for the robots just off screen that you can't see no matter which way you try to turn the view. It's ridiculous.
The gameplay in general is annoying. The worst part is the load screens. OH GOD THE LOAD SCREENS. I avoid the missions or "side-quests" because of these (and of course you HAVE to do some of them to advance through the story). You get a load screen after you agree to the mission, then you wait about a minute. Then you hear the person who gave you the mission explain what you have to do (and usually this is a useless one-liner) and go through ANOTHER minute load screen before you can play. Not so bad...if you beat the mission. If you fail, you can't just restart, you have to sit through another lengthy load screen, listen to another lame-ass one liner about how you fail before a load screen is yet again shoved in your face. Then you have to talk to the person again and go through the entire process. I'd honestly rather be drilling holes into my head. Load screens aside, the story missions themselves could get annoying. In the middle of these levels you switch between characters that may be traveling with the main character. This is a cool idea and fun at times, but sometimes they switch in at awkward times. One of shadows missions included a part where started the level flying and about 20 seconds later you enter a segment controlling Rouge (split off by a load screen). I just ask what the point of the first part even was. The planning for the transitions were just sloppy in many cases.
Now, I haven't played the entire game yet, but I've watched all the cutscenes. All two hours of them. I really don't think that much exposition is needed for a Sonic game. I'm not saying it wasn't entertaining. In fact some of my favourite YouTube poops are based off these cutscenes, but the original games had about 20 seconds worth of what you can call "cutscenes", maybe even less. Not only that they have this creepy little plot where a princess falls in love with a hedgehog, which is wrong on so many levels. One of my biggest issues was that they had the nerve to kill Sonic the Hedgehog and then bring him back to life. THEN THE ENTIRE EXPERIENCE THEY WENT THROUGH WAS WORTH NOTHING. They don't remember ANYTHING of what happened. This was akin to "and then he woke up; it was all a dream". MY GOD.
I am glad to have gotten this game, it is a challenge, keeps me on the edge of my seat and gave me a lot of good laughs. My point is, they could have done so much better. It's better than Sonic Heroes, but Sonic has a long way to go in terms of redeeming himself in my eyes (I'd say Sonic Rush and Sonic Chronicles were a step in the right direction). At any rate, I will watch and wait. I still have hope for the platformers.
Also...why does every Sonic game after maybe Sonic Adventure Battle 2 treat Knuckles like a hot-headed dumbass? Yeah he's got a short temper, but he's the freaking guardian of Angel Island, the last Echidna etc. Sonic Chronicles DID do him good (I really love that game aside from the cliffhanger). GIVE KNUCKLES A LITTLE DIGNITY!
And now for some poop (by toadomos):
Rouge Loves her Precious
Eggman
Elise is a Loser
Monday, June 7, 2010
Showing a Little Restraint
Came here to rant because I don't think my friend deserves to be ranted at when she's only trying to help her friend. At any rate, a friend of mine is at University down in Southern California and a friend of hers was asking for a little fashion advice. This is all fine and dandy, but I have a little bit of an issue with the phrase "teaching a girl to wear proper girl's clothes". What does that even mean? Sounds like something out of the 1800's or 1900's where the old ladies would stuff young girls into fluffy, uncomfortable dresses and corsets to be "proper young ladies". Yes, something out of the time where showing a little ankle skin was a sin against the natural world.
Now I'm just calling up that unsolvable issue of gender and gender roles. What I NEVER could understand was why a girl or a boy couldn't wear certain things or play certain games just because of a few physical differences in the unspeakable areas. Of course there is some practical aspects of clothing or toys designed for one gender or another, but why can't I, as a girl, not wear baggy t-shirts or be good at video games or play with Transformers or like Martial Arts movies? Why is it taboo for a young boy to play with something like dolls? It baffles me. Everyone's a victim to this. I'm still struggling with my video editing and posting, especially when most of them think I'm a guy.
Okay so fashion to make a girl look more "girly" I suppose isn't such a big deal. What REALLY got me was the second nuclear strike of a statement: "She wants to look hot to get her boyfriend back." Here's where the rage and restraint comes in, because when I see this I want to beat some sense into the girl with a giant book called "What the hell are you thinking?"
A) If looks are what your relationship is based on, GOD it's not going to last long.
B) A boyfriend that needs to be won back with sex appeal has to be a selfish, shallow, pig-headed dumbass, so why would you WANT to be back with him? (Seriously I'm thinking of some douchebag with a popped collar and slick, greasy hair...look at me profile...)
C) This woman obviously can't do anything for herself to be that DESPERATE to want to be back with such a person.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe this was worded poorly on my friend's part, or maybe I'm missing a bit of the story, but judging on what people are generally like, I'm going to guess that this is pretty accurate. GOD WOMAN HAVE A LITTLE DIGNITY. I don't care what kind of issues you have, getting back together with a guy who treats you nothing more than a plaything is not going to help you. Jesus Christ almighty on a mountain with a goat eating a scoop of ice cream during a hail storm.
My friend is doing a good deed and trying to help the girl with what she wants, but really, is this ACTUALLY going to help? It's no wonder our world is so messed up. I'm lucky I don't have to deal with that kind of bull crap often. I have people who accept me for who I am.
When did I turn into such a big feminist?
Now I'm just calling up that unsolvable issue of gender and gender roles. What I NEVER could understand was why a girl or a boy couldn't wear certain things or play certain games just because of a few physical differences in the unspeakable areas. Of course there is some practical aspects of clothing or toys designed for one gender or another, but why can't I, as a girl, not wear baggy t-shirts or be good at video games or play with Transformers or like Martial Arts movies? Why is it taboo for a young boy to play with something like dolls? It baffles me. Everyone's a victim to this. I'm still struggling with my video editing and posting, especially when most of them think I'm a guy.
Okay so fashion to make a girl look more "girly" I suppose isn't such a big deal. What REALLY got me was the second nuclear strike of a statement: "She wants to look hot to get her boyfriend back." Here's where the rage and restraint comes in, because when I see this I want to beat some sense into the girl with a giant book called "What the hell are you thinking?"
A) If looks are what your relationship is based on, GOD it's not going to last long.
B) A boyfriend that needs to be won back with sex appeal has to be a selfish, shallow, pig-headed dumbass, so why would you WANT to be back with him? (Seriously I'm thinking of some douchebag with a popped collar and slick, greasy hair...look at me profile...)
C) This woman obviously can't do anything for herself to be that DESPERATE to want to be back with such a person.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe this was worded poorly on my friend's part, or maybe I'm missing a bit of the story, but judging on what people are generally like, I'm going to guess that this is pretty accurate. GOD WOMAN HAVE A LITTLE DIGNITY. I don't care what kind of issues you have, getting back together with a guy who treats you nothing more than a plaything is not going to help you. Jesus Christ almighty on a mountain with a goat eating a scoop of ice cream during a hail storm.
My friend is doing a good deed and trying to help the girl with what she wants, but really, is this ACTUALLY going to help? It's no wonder our world is so messed up. I'm lucky I don't have to deal with that kind of bull crap often. I have people who accept me for who I am.
When did I turn into such a big feminist?
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Fail End Drive
Turns out that being the little fish in a big pond is not that fun. Maybe I'm just bitter because I spent the last two days trying to beat the original Dungeon Keeper into submission, but it's true. I just take pride in the fact that I was the first one on YouTube to post all 20 levels of Dungeon Keeper 2. Pathetic eh? Especially since about a month later a bigger and more successful guy posted all the videos himself and got about 20000 views on each. Now a bunch of other people are posting Dungeon Keeper 2 videos. I might be a little jealous.
So as I said, I'm working on trying to get Dungeon Keeper 1 to record with SOMETHING. I've tried three video recording software, two operating systems, a ton of different modes and a lot of screaming. Looks like my final option is to figure out how to get it to work in DOSbox, which will be another raging tantrum on my part. I think it would work though. I'm determined, even though the videos are going to be more or less ignored by the world. I like giving everything my all and have it amount to nearly nothing in the end. Yay!
In the meantime I'm recording my pathetic attempts at playing the first Half Life because I'm bored out of my mind. I need to find a job (yes I'm still having issues with that) and I need to find it fast. I think I might be desperate enough to return to Staples. I have a year's experience there and I pretty much remember all that the job requires so...
I've come to the conclusion that I'm a jack of trades. I've never really been good at anything. As I said before writing is what I'm best at, and even then I wind up at an epic fail dead end. Thankfully I've made some progress this year. I think I just need to stop caring. I'd be happier that way. If I do end up posting the Half Life videos, I am going to emphasize that I'm not recording and playing them to show off or impress...just to have fun. What's the point in doing stuff if you can't have a little fun along the way?
So as I said, I'm working on trying to get Dungeon Keeper 1 to record with SOMETHING. I've tried three video recording software, two operating systems, a ton of different modes and a lot of screaming. Looks like my final option is to figure out how to get it to work in DOSbox, which will be another raging tantrum on my part. I think it would work though. I'm determined, even though the videos are going to be more or less ignored by the world. I like giving everything my all and have it amount to nearly nothing in the end. Yay!
In the meantime I'm recording my pathetic attempts at playing the first Half Life because I'm bored out of my mind. I need to find a job (yes I'm still having issues with that) and I need to find it fast. I think I might be desperate enough to return to Staples. I have a year's experience there and I pretty much remember all that the job requires so...
I've come to the conclusion that I'm a jack of trades. I've never really been good at anything. As I said before writing is what I'm best at, and even then I wind up at an epic fail dead end. Thankfully I've made some progress this year. I think I just need to stop caring. I'd be happier that way. If I do end up posting the Half Life videos, I am going to emphasize that I'm not recording and playing them to show off or impress...just to have fun. What's the point in doing stuff if you can't have a little fun along the way?
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Pro Tips:
Roundhouse kicking a automatic door button while holding a large, thirty pound aquarium is not a good idea. Your hips will not be pleased.
Fish will not be happy if you buy them, move them, place them in a dirty reptile tank, take them out, move them, put them back in with water that is dirtier because of excessive sloshing, take multiple pictures with flash enabled, remove them, carry them down a few flights of stairs, roundhouse kick a door button while holding their home and expose them to cold weather.
Don't drink hot ginseng drinks unless you like the taste of wooden stir stick.
Leaving research essays (or essays in general) to the last night is unwise. This is of course unless you want to run into walls, fall down stairs and read hilarious typos the next day.
Editing other people's essays before writing your own is good for seeing other people's style of writing. They also result in the beginning of your own essay at 1am.
Using the English department's paper cutter is akin to standing in the middle of a highway at night wearing black. (STOP STIFFING THE FINE ARTS ON THE DEPARTMENT BUDGET BILL ENGINEERING/BUSINESS)
Get the printing service you used to print your documents to cut the pages for you. This will reduce headaches, back pain, the need to use shitty cutters, the butchering of document pages and the urge to use the cutter to inflict bodily injury.
Stress and caffeine do not go well together. More specifically, stress, caffeine, access to the internet and working on projects do not go well together.
A room full of 15+ drunk people is hilarious (and somewhat frightening) when you are the sober one.
Writing "Chuck Norris" for one of your answers on a test doesn't boost your grade.
Milk, bananas and caffeine apparently reduce clarity when speaking.
Do not form all female group projects in school. All you will gain are arguments about font, font sizes and how many sea shells to glue to your project. The hormones will smite thee.
Always know what's in your shady, Chinese green tea.
...it's been a long week. Mercy killings will be accepted in the next 24 hours.
This was also posted on my DeviantArt if anyone was wondering).
Fish will not be happy if you buy them, move them, place them in a dirty reptile tank, take them out, move them, put them back in with water that is dirtier because of excessive sloshing, take multiple pictures with flash enabled, remove them, carry them down a few flights of stairs, roundhouse kick a door button while holding their home and expose them to cold weather.
Don't drink hot ginseng drinks unless you like the taste of wooden stir stick.
Leaving research essays (or essays in general) to the last night is unwise. This is of course unless you want to run into walls, fall down stairs and read hilarious typos the next day.
Editing other people's essays before writing your own is good for seeing other people's style of writing. They also result in the beginning of your own essay at 1am.
Using the English department's paper cutter is akin to standing in the middle of a highway at night wearing black. (STOP STIFFING THE FINE ARTS ON THE DEPARTMENT BUDGET BILL ENGINEERING/BUSINESS)
Get the printing service you used to print your documents to cut the pages for you. This will reduce headaches, back pain, the need to use shitty cutters, the butchering of document pages and the urge to use the cutter to inflict bodily injury.
Stress and caffeine do not go well together. More specifically, stress, caffeine, access to the internet and working on projects do not go well together.
A room full of 15+ drunk people is hilarious (and somewhat frightening) when you are the sober one.
Writing "Chuck Norris" for one of your answers on a test doesn't boost your grade.
Milk, bananas and caffeine apparently reduce clarity when speaking.
Do not form all female group projects in school. All you will gain are arguments about font, font sizes and how many sea shells to glue to your project. The hormones will smite thee.
Always know what's in your shady, Chinese green tea.
...it's been a long week. Mercy killings will be accepted in the next 24 hours.
This was also posted on my DeviantArt if anyone was wondering).
Friday, February 12, 2010
Story Time
This night was ridiculous. I think I had more ups and downs in one night than I've had in the past few years. Tonight I went to an Epica concert (opened by Daath and Blackguard) in Calgary. This is my tale of one hell of a night.
So yesterday I learned the venue changed from The Warehouse to Republik and I was freaking out for hours because half of my sources told me one and half told me the other. In the end I concluded that the venue was changed and slept on it. The next evening my boyfriend picks me up a little late. It wasn't a big deal since the concert didn't start until about 9 (the doors opened at 8). So we get to Republik, and it doesn't look too promising. No lights, door locked, boxes piled up in the building. We did a lap around the building and decided to check out Warehouse to see if ticketmaster just made a mistake with the venue information.
We arrive at the Warehouse with similar results, only about eight people were waiting outside, just as confused as us. So we waited, and waited, called both clubs with no answer, called ticketmaster (which was the equivalent of calling a rock in terms of helpfulness) and the waited more. Finally my boyfriend and I decided to check out Republik again, convinced we missed something. I took the number of one of the guys waiting at Warehouse in case we found the right place and we were off again (but not before having to pay for a parking ticket we only used for 30 minutes).
Arriving back at Republik we notice about five people wandering around. We ask if they were going to the concert and they said they couldn't find it either. So I decide to walk into a shady, underground gay bar on the other side of the building to ask about the club. I walk inside with the others and there's two guys inside standing around and they gave me the dirtiest looks ever. I waited to see if anyone was there to help. Finally I got fed up and just asked one of the dudes standing there if Republik still existed. They said no, it was gone for good.
Great. So we leave the creepy bar (just to be clear, it wasn't creepy because it was a gay bar, it was creepy because it was a shady little establishment in an otherwise abandoned building with scary people inside). When we get outside a guy going to the bar said that Republik moved down the street. We walked around the building and looked, and the freaking bar was across the street with a giant sign that said EPICA on it. My boyfriend and I both facepalmed and got back into his car. I called the guy from Warehouse and told him where it was, then we were off to look for a parking space.
Oh god the downtown parking. So we drive around a few blocks and see nothing, but private lots, reserved parking, 1 hour zones and taken parking spaces. After doing another loop around, we pass two guys beating up a third guys against a chain-link fence. Happy. So FINALLY we find a parking space (the guy was okay by the way, we saw all three walking away from it) and my boyfriend goes to pay. We leave and make our merry way to the club...FINALLY. On the way I pulled out the tickets and my id after helping another lost concert goer and we entered the club.
As I get my ticket ripped and a stamp on my wrist (of a Russian nesting doll of all pictures...) I realize I am missing $50 cash from my pocket. I figured it fell out of my pocket when I pulled my id out, so I ran back outside and all the way down the street looking for it. No such luck. Either it fell out before, someone picked it up or I didn't spot it. Someone's going to have a happy find at any rate.
So I lost my money I was going to use to buy a t-shirt. Thankfully my boyfriend had enough and was nice enough to donate to the t-shirt for Schwa fund. After a long and frustrating search I was ready to have my ears destroyed by a symphony of metal. The good news is we weren't technically late. The concert started about twenty minutes after we arrived.
The first band to go on, Deathguard, was pretty good. Good music, an appropriately growly voice and an awesome attitude. Their hair also looked like cotton candy when they headbanged in unison (the lighting in the club was blue and a pinkish red and they all had super long curly hair). Second band, Daath, had an obsession with spitting and spraying water from their mouths into the air...randomly. This bald guy standing next to us kept shaking his head and screaming WHY. It was during this portion of the show where the people up front got super hyper and were pushing and flailing everywhere.
Then it was Epica's turn, and this truly made my night if nothing else did. The band was fantastic, played old songs as well as new ones (including 3 of my favourites). I was impressed with Simone, who was all over the place on stage and still made all her cues and sounded fantastic. I think at one point she was having issues with a contact lens and she ran over to the side to get it fixed. As she was talking with the guy there she still hit all her cues between the sentences. Amusing and impressive.
After the concert my ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton, both my legs were stiff as hell and I had a sharp pain in my lower back, but it was definitely worth the hurt. We grabbed our jackets and hobbled out of the club back to the car. Halfway home we notice a ticket on the windshield. Apparently we parked in a handicap zone even though there were NO SIGNS, NO MARKINGS and in a three hour pay parking zone. If any markings were there, they had to have been under the snow, because there was nothing. The officer that gave it drew this strange little picture that made absolutely no sense. It looked like a house that had fallen on a road being squished by a garbage compacter. So thank you ridiculous ticket for being the icing on my chocolate turd cake of an evening.
So yesterday I learned the venue changed from The Warehouse to Republik and I was freaking out for hours because half of my sources told me one and half told me the other. In the end I concluded that the venue was changed and slept on it. The next evening my boyfriend picks me up a little late. It wasn't a big deal since the concert didn't start until about 9 (the doors opened at 8). So we get to Republik, and it doesn't look too promising. No lights, door locked, boxes piled up in the building. We did a lap around the building and decided to check out Warehouse to see if ticketmaster just made a mistake with the venue information.
We arrive at the Warehouse with similar results, only about eight people were waiting outside, just as confused as us. So we waited, and waited, called both clubs with no answer, called ticketmaster (which was the equivalent of calling a rock in terms of helpfulness) and the waited more. Finally my boyfriend and I decided to check out Republik again, convinced we missed something. I took the number of one of the guys waiting at Warehouse in case we found the right place and we were off again (but not before having to pay for a parking ticket we only used for 30 minutes).
Arriving back at Republik we notice about five people wandering around. We ask if they were going to the concert and they said they couldn't find it either. So I decide to walk into a shady, underground gay bar on the other side of the building to ask about the club. I walk inside with the others and there's two guys inside standing around and they gave me the dirtiest looks ever. I waited to see if anyone was there to help. Finally I got fed up and just asked one of the dudes standing there if Republik still existed. They said no, it was gone for good.
Great. So we leave the creepy bar (just to be clear, it wasn't creepy because it was a gay bar, it was creepy because it was a shady little establishment in an otherwise abandoned building with scary people inside). When we get outside a guy going to the bar said that Republik moved down the street. We walked around the building and looked, and the freaking bar was across the street with a giant sign that said EPICA on it. My boyfriend and I both facepalmed and got back into his car. I called the guy from Warehouse and told him where it was, then we were off to look for a parking space.
Oh god the downtown parking. So we drive around a few blocks and see nothing, but private lots, reserved parking, 1 hour zones and taken parking spaces. After doing another loop around, we pass two guys beating up a third guys against a chain-link fence. Happy. So FINALLY we find a parking space (the guy was okay by the way, we saw all three walking away from it) and my boyfriend goes to pay. We leave and make our merry way to the club...FINALLY. On the way I pulled out the tickets and my id after helping another lost concert goer and we entered the club.
As I get my ticket ripped and a stamp on my wrist (of a Russian nesting doll of all pictures...) I realize I am missing $50 cash from my pocket. I figured it fell out of my pocket when I pulled my id out, so I ran back outside and all the way down the street looking for it. No such luck. Either it fell out before, someone picked it up or I didn't spot it. Someone's going to have a happy find at any rate.
So I lost my money I was going to use to buy a t-shirt. Thankfully my boyfriend had enough and was nice enough to donate to the t-shirt for Schwa fund. After a long and frustrating search I was ready to have my ears destroyed by a symphony of metal. The good news is we weren't technically late. The concert started about twenty minutes after we arrived.
The first band to go on, Deathguard, was pretty good. Good music, an appropriately growly voice and an awesome attitude. Their hair also looked like cotton candy when they headbanged in unison (the lighting in the club was blue and a pinkish red and they all had super long curly hair). Second band, Daath, had an obsession with spitting and spraying water from their mouths into the air...randomly. This bald guy standing next to us kept shaking his head and screaming WHY. It was during this portion of the show where the people up front got super hyper and were pushing and flailing everywhere.
Then it was Epica's turn, and this truly made my night if nothing else did. The band was fantastic, played old songs as well as new ones (including 3 of my favourites). I was impressed with Simone, who was all over the place on stage and still made all her cues and sounded fantastic. I think at one point she was having issues with a contact lens and she ran over to the side to get it fixed. As she was talking with the guy there she still hit all her cues between the sentences. Amusing and impressive.
After the concert my ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton, both my legs were stiff as hell and I had a sharp pain in my lower back, but it was definitely worth the hurt. We grabbed our jackets and hobbled out of the club back to the car. Halfway home we notice a ticket on the windshield. Apparently we parked in a handicap zone even though there were NO SIGNS, NO MARKINGS and in a three hour pay parking zone. If any markings were there, they had to have been under the snow, because there was nothing. The officer that gave it drew this strange little picture that made absolutely no sense. It looked like a house that had fallen on a road being squished by a garbage compacter. So thank you ridiculous ticket for being the icing on my chocolate turd cake of an evening.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Strange 24 Hours...
No idea if some planetary alignment or something is going on, but I've had an interesting 24 hours. Started around this time last night when we went out to dinner at Palomino's in Calgary. I heard about the place from a girl in my fiction writing class. Something about a performer that goes there a lot to do a trick where she takes special shots and breathes fire. That and the walls of the girls washroom is covered in graffiti...but it's cool because at least fifty different people have gone in there and written and replied to messages on the wall. Despite being in one of the shadiest parts of Calgary, the Palomino has awesome food and a cool atmosphere. I am definately going back.
Afterwards our little group went to go see the Calgary Philharmonic Orchestra perform many of the tracks from the Star Trek movies and TV series. The show was amazing even though I don't know much about Star Trek at all. I knew enough to be interested of course, but overall I just enjoyed the music. The guys who play the holographic doctor and Q were hosting. During the intermission I randomly decided to sign up as a volunteer for the Calgary Comic Con. I hardly ever sign up for volunteers stuff. I usually just join in on other people's volunteer work. Then during the final piece of the night (the theme from Star Trek 2009) I came up with the an answer to 1 of about 15 questions that I have about my book and the plot. This was the first of many "epiphanies" I have had over the past day.
On the way home we saw something...strange. In two different rooms there was a series of flashing lights. They weren't in any sort of pattern, just random flashing over and over, pausing at different times and speeding up at others. The strange part was the rooms were in two separate buildings, and they were completely synchronized. They were both office buildings, both rooms had the lights off, and it was 10 in the evening. We guessed it might be two televisions on set to the same channels, but that didn't make any sense; no one would be up that late watching the same television show at the same time in two dark offices. Another suggestion was that it could be a screen saver, but the two computers would have to have the exact same flashy design. The computers also would have needed to go into screen saver mode at the EXACT same time. We ruled out electrical problems because they were in separate buildings. We finally decided that they were an elaborate string of flashing signals sent between buildings a pair of techno ninja assassins could communicate with each other.
Then the train was all weird today. In the morning my bus pass was checked three times. In Calgary we don't have ticket machines like in New York or London where you can't get onto the platform unless you run your ticket through it. Here the officers make random checks on the trains, so half the time you don't even need a ticket. It's still safe to have one, however, since the checks they make are REALLY random. If you want to get away with having no ticket you go at rush hour, and I personally think it's not worth it. Especially when random dudes start talking to you.
Which brings me to the random two old dudes that started talking to me on the train today. I was on the train working on some notes for my book while listening to music when this old guy sits beside me and starts talking to me. I can't remember what he asked me to start the conversation, but somehow we ended up talking about his book and how he was going to make a movie out of it. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but it figures that one time I'm actually busy on the train I get bothered. The moment that old dude leaves ANOTHER old guy comes and takes his place. I went back to work, and after a few minutes he starts complaining about the doors and how the train driver should be able to figure out which one is closing etc etc. He then talks to me about how boring Saskatoon is and when he moved to Calgary and his business and the weather in Calgary and mosquitoes in Manitoba. Then he left and I was finally able to figure out the rest of my stuff for WMRR.
The WMRR questions I have are all coming to me all of a sudden. Like a series of epiphanies. I don't know what it is, but questions I haven't been able to answer for five years are all being answered in the span of 24 hours. It's a little scary.
Afterwards our little group went to go see the Calgary Philharmonic Orchestra perform many of the tracks from the Star Trek movies and TV series. The show was amazing even though I don't know much about Star Trek at all. I knew enough to be interested of course, but overall I just enjoyed the music. The guys who play the holographic doctor and Q were hosting. During the intermission I randomly decided to sign up as a volunteer for the Calgary Comic Con. I hardly ever sign up for volunteers stuff. I usually just join in on other people's volunteer work. Then during the final piece of the night (the theme from Star Trek 2009) I came up with the an answer to 1 of about 15 questions that I have about my book and the plot. This was the first of many "epiphanies" I have had over the past day.
On the way home we saw something...strange. In two different rooms there was a series of flashing lights. They weren't in any sort of pattern, just random flashing over and over, pausing at different times and speeding up at others. The strange part was the rooms were in two separate buildings, and they were completely synchronized. They were both office buildings, both rooms had the lights off, and it was 10 in the evening. We guessed it might be two televisions on set to the same channels, but that didn't make any sense; no one would be up that late watching the same television show at the same time in two dark offices. Another suggestion was that it could be a screen saver, but the two computers would have to have the exact same flashy design. The computers also would have needed to go into screen saver mode at the EXACT same time. We ruled out electrical problems because they were in separate buildings. We finally decided that they were an elaborate string of flashing signals sent between buildings a pair of techno ninja assassins could communicate with each other.
Then the train was all weird today. In the morning my bus pass was checked three times. In Calgary we don't have ticket machines like in New York or London where you can't get onto the platform unless you run your ticket through it. Here the officers make random checks on the trains, so half the time you don't even need a ticket. It's still safe to have one, however, since the checks they make are REALLY random. If you want to get away with having no ticket you go at rush hour, and I personally think it's not worth it. Especially when random dudes start talking to you.
Which brings me to the random two old dudes that started talking to me on the train today. I was on the train working on some notes for my book while listening to music when this old guy sits beside me and starts talking to me. I can't remember what he asked me to start the conversation, but somehow we ended up talking about his book and how he was going to make a movie out of it. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but it figures that one time I'm actually busy on the train I get bothered. The moment that old dude leaves ANOTHER old guy comes and takes his place. I went back to work, and after a few minutes he starts complaining about the doors and how the train driver should be able to figure out which one is closing etc etc. He then talks to me about how boring Saskatoon is and when he moved to Calgary and his business and the weather in Calgary and mosquitoes in Manitoba. Then he left and I was finally able to figure out the rest of my stuff for WMRR.
The WMRR questions I have are all coming to me all of a sudden. Like a series of epiphanies. I don't know what it is, but questions I haven't been able to answer for five years are all being answered in the span of 24 hours. It's a little scary.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Getting Back Into Business
I haven't written here in a long time, mostly because I haven't had a reason to with my new Deviant Art account and how busy I've been. I haven't even had time to make any new videos. Instead I have been focusing on my education and writing, which certainly need the attention. This brings me to the new blog I have created which is solely dedicated to my current project: Where Mighty Rivers Run. It's a science fiction novel that I first devised in grade 11 as a joke. I basically sat down one night and thought up about half the characters and factions used in the story and gave what I typed up to my friend the next day. She said something along the lines of me being "extremely random and strange", which I take as the highest compliment. To learn more about the story and my progress, head over to: http://wmrrproject.blogspot.com/
Now I'm not sure what other people's holidays are like, but I'm one of those poor souls that celebrates Christmas. Every year it seems less and less like a holiday and more like a headache. I am, to be honest, sick of it. The only part I actually like about December is the actual day: Christmas. That day we sit around, open presents, eat tons of good food and see family. Before and after it's like a giant swirling vortex of agony. I was working full time in a mall that was puked on by Christmas in a store that played horrible, HORRIBLE, Christmas music and had to put up with frustrated customers and their screaming children (I worked in a kid's clothing store over the holidays...and I say "worked" because I'm technically "on call" now). So overall not the most enjoyable season.
Now I only have 4 days of holidays left and I am swamped with school work. Thank you full year English courses for giving me such a lovely holiday with your papers, research and mountains of reading material! Three cheers for university. Thankfully I got a few video games for Christmas which is a savior to my sanity. I just completed Assassin's Creed 2 last night, which is a spectacular game in many senses. The graphics are decent with it's colourful environments and extra care in detail (though the map and interface DID spaz out a few times...I think this was my fault however for playing 6 hours straight). The music was some of the best video game music I have ever encountered, created by Jesper Kyd, who in my mind now is a genius. Much like the first game, I am in awe of the character movements. The main character "Ezio Auditore de Firenze" was the best part of the entire game. His movements and actions were refined down to the smallest details, he had an excellent costume and he is honestly one of the best looking video game characters I have ever encountered (honestly he'd be a sexy, sexy man if he were real). The story was better than a lot of video games, though I'll admit I liked the story of the first game better. The ending was a surprise and though I promise not to ruin it, I'll say that it was quite the twist. I enjoyed it quite a bit...except for this one part involving an end of the world conspiracy theory which I thought was stupid...but hey, it's a video game, who cares? It's stupid to nit pick when it comes to those subjects.
The other game I was pleasantly surprised with is probably one you wouldn't expect, or maybe even have heard of: Rabbids Go Home. Yes, a spin-off game from the original Rayman: Raving Rabbids video game. This game is a stupid, random, brain-numbing, IQ dropping, mess...and it is FANTASTIC. I have never played a game so idiotic as this, and it is honestly some of the most mindless fun I have had in ages. No complex plots, no challenging puzzles, no clear antagonist, no special music or graphics...it's just you, a couple of bunnies and a shopping cart. Essentially, a group of "Rabbids", who have apparently taken to living in a landfill after the Rayman game, notice a giant glowy ball in the sky: THE MOON. Being the intellegent little critters they are, they decide to build a giant pile of STUFF to reach the moon so that they may sleep on it (or something like that I'm not entirely sure). A team of three Rabbids are sent to the city to collect items for the pile: a driver, a collecter and a cannon ball (you shoot Rabbids at various points in the game to help you through the levels). The stuff consists of XL and XS (why there is none in between I have no idea...better not to ask questions in this game), and include anything including table, bottles, jet engines, infectious patients, cows, the clothes you strip off of the humans and nuclear reactors. You can also find all the hidden "Santa Clauses", who for some reason hide in air ducts and nuclear cores and carry garbage cans around on their backs. They also drop hamburgers when you scare them. You also have the option of participating in unique challenges, including one where you have to shake around a Rabbid that has been sucked into your Wii remote in the right directions. One last feature that adds to the inanity is that wou may spray paint, tattoo and give your bunnies items to put on their heads (some examples are a cement block, a chicken and a saw). An extremely strange game, but if you have a morbid sense of humour and you havce the ability to turn your brain off at will, you'll have a great time playing it.
Now I'm not sure what other people's holidays are like, but I'm one of those poor souls that celebrates Christmas. Every year it seems less and less like a holiday and more like a headache. I am, to be honest, sick of it. The only part I actually like about December is the actual day: Christmas. That day we sit around, open presents, eat tons of good food and see family. Before and after it's like a giant swirling vortex of agony. I was working full time in a mall that was puked on by Christmas in a store that played horrible, HORRIBLE, Christmas music and had to put up with frustrated customers and their screaming children (I worked in a kid's clothing store over the holidays...and I say "worked" because I'm technically "on call" now). So overall not the most enjoyable season.
Now I only have 4 days of holidays left and I am swamped with school work. Thank you full year English courses for giving me such a lovely holiday with your papers, research and mountains of reading material! Three cheers for university. Thankfully I got a few video games for Christmas which is a savior to my sanity. I just completed Assassin's Creed 2 last night, which is a spectacular game in many senses. The graphics are decent with it's colourful environments and extra care in detail (though the map and interface DID spaz out a few times...I think this was my fault however for playing 6 hours straight). The music was some of the best video game music I have ever encountered, created by Jesper Kyd, who in my mind now is a genius. Much like the first game, I am in awe of the character movements. The main character "Ezio Auditore de Firenze" was the best part of the entire game. His movements and actions were refined down to the smallest details, he had an excellent costume and he is honestly one of the best looking video game characters I have ever encountered (honestly he'd be a sexy, sexy man if he were real). The story was better than a lot of video games, though I'll admit I liked the story of the first game better. The ending was a surprise and though I promise not to ruin it, I'll say that it was quite the twist. I enjoyed it quite a bit...except for this one part involving an end of the world conspiracy theory which I thought was stupid...but hey, it's a video game, who cares? It's stupid to nit pick when it comes to those subjects.
The other game I was pleasantly surprised with is probably one you wouldn't expect, or maybe even have heard of: Rabbids Go Home. Yes, a spin-off game from the original Rayman: Raving Rabbids video game. This game is a stupid, random, brain-numbing, IQ dropping, mess...and it is FANTASTIC. I have never played a game so idiotic as this, and it is honestly some of the most mindless fun I have had in ages. No complex plots, no challenging puzzles, no clear antagonist, no special music or graphics...it's just you, a couple of bunnies and a shopping cart. Essentially, a group of "Rabbids", who have apparently taken to living in a landfill after the Rayman game, notice a giant glowy ball in the sky: THE MOON. Being the intellegent little critters they are, they decide to build a giant pile of STUFF to reach the moon so that they may sleep on it (or something like that I'm not entirely sure). A team of three Rabbids are sent to the city to collect items for the pile: a driver, a collecter and a cannon ball (you shoot Rabbids at various points in the game to help you through the levels). The stuff consists of XL and XS (why there is none in between I have no idea...better not to ask questions in this game), and include anything including table, bottles, jet engines, infectious patients, cows, the clothes you strip off of the humans and nuclear reactors. You can also find all the hidden "Santa Clauses", who for some reason hide in air ducts and nuclear cores and carry garbage cans around on their backs. They also drop hamburgers when you scare them. You also have the option of participating in unique challenges, including one where you have to shake around a Rabbid that has been sucked into your Wii remote in the right directions. One last feature that adds to the inanity is that wou may spray paint, tattoo and give your bunnies items to put on their heads (some examples are a cement block, a chicken and a saw). An extremely strange game, but if you have a morbid sense of humour and you havce the ability to turn your brain off at will, you'll have a great time playing it.
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