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TODAYS INCOHERANT RANTS AND RAVES |
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Halo Fucking 2 - 02/03/05 |
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| This game has outsold any other game in the world. It made $250 billion on the very first day it launched. Its total profit is astronomical. The first time around the single player is pretty gay. Bungie kept a lot of things secrete about his game, namely the Arbiter. The Arbiter is cool for a change of pace and all but why in the hell is there more Arbiter missions than Master Chief missions. I take that back, there are actually way less missions, but the Arbiters are excruiciatingly long. And you have to finish the game with him. All I have to say is "Wart wart wart." The second time you play through it is actually a lot better becuase you will more likely find all the hidden shit that was put into the game. There are literally hundred of hidden gun or hidden areas in every single level. The multiplayer is a much different story. Besides the very nice vehicles, it blows. It blows so fucking bad that some times I would rather just play Pac-Man. It seems to me that multiplayer is just a game of who can get the best guns first. Very rarely can you even get close to killing someone who has a better gun than you. Also, I didn't know this, but when you give a human being a sword, it endows him with magical powers so that he can fly 100 meters and stab you in the eye with it. This is only to be out-done by the atrocious auto-aim that makes Halo sniping so easy. I have been spawned killed so many times. And most of the maps are designed where if one team gets both sniper rifles (whether by luck or by skill) they automatically win. When the other team gets all the good guns you are fucked. Whenever the other team gets the rockets, all the snipers, all the vehicles, all the powerups, ect, its game over. I just want to spread my ass cheeks and let them shove the 50 cal. sniper up my ass and be done with it. Its a lot less painful than sitting through 10 minutes of bullshit. Also, just like in all other games and sports that I play, if the game ends in a tie, then the team who scores last wins. Its so fucking jewish. Don't even get me started on those 1337 5T4NBY H4X0RZ that are so gay I can't type thier name in any other language besides 1337. If Master Chief is a two meter tall, well trained, genetically engineered, hydrolic armour suited (to make him stronger) cyborg; then why does his 50 cal. sniper rifle has no recoil and he can't even keep the 4.5mm SMGs from drifting upwards? Anyway, the game takes place 500+ years from now. Where are our giant robots? |
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School Uniforms - 07/01/04 |
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| This year, for the first year ever my school has instituted a uniform policy. Nobody liked it, but the uniform company paid off the school board. So hey, I guesse everyone is happy then. We got a letter that explains to us the new uniforms. All we had to do is wear Kahki pants, a belt, and a Polo shirt of "three exciting color varieties." OK, uniforms are still gay, but this could be worse. Then I have to go to school and get "fiited" for my uniforms that are supposed to be "the same as a top of the line clothing brand at a fraction of the price." I went to get fitted. What they had was bottom of the line, orphanage grade, clothing that they were selling for about $10 more than the top of the line shit. It costs $220 for four pair of pants and five shirts. The pants were so cheap, they didn't even have a button. No, a button would have been too expensive. The pants had those little metal clips that are usually seen on dresses. They don't even snap or secure, the metal clips just slide in. I mean, one tug in the right direction and your pants fall down. Whats even worse is that our school logo and name is sewed into the fucking shirts we bought so that we can't wear a similar look alike brand. The shorts were short shorts. I'm tall so I look like a faggot when I put on the shorts. The pants only come in one size. Whatever size your waist is, the lenth is the same, so my pants fit around the waist, but the legging come down to my toes. I feel really sorry for the fat kid witha 56 waist. His pant legs are so long he is going to just have to double them up. I got sick and almost threw up. After I was done being sick I got angry. I was so temped to just attack those dipshit hand out the cloths and then burn the building down. They kept telling me about how good thier clothing was and I was doing my best not to kill them. It is going to be a long year for me. I expect some time next year that I get bitched out buy our fruity headmaster for wearing something that isn't part of our uniform. He keep bitching and I have to say "Yes sir," or "No sir" (a rule at our school is that your have to address all faculty members by Sir or Mam). I begin to sweat a little and try to hide my anger. He keeps bitching. The something happens. I snap. I tear my shitty uniform off and then proceed to kick his ass all over the place. Then in a fit of rage I attack any and all supporters of uniforms until at last the police shot up and beat the shit out of me with nightstick. I get arrested and imprisoned. So while you hear story about a student gone crazy on the 10:00 PM news I'll be in a minimum security prison getting fucked in the ass by 400 lb. black guy named Tiny. |
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Killing Time - 08/02/04 |
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| Why is there violence in the world? Why do we fight? Why do we kill? It is easier to talk about problems, and to share but despite the simple logic of peace we choose war. There once was a time when barbarians roamed the earth pillaging and destroying all that they seemed fit. There were long reigns of despot kings who oppressed the people into rebellion. They were countless thousands of fuedal wars that were fought only for the glory of the king. There were even more wars of over religion. People who had confilcting ideas fought to the death. After all the figting was done, the dust settled, and the cities rebuilt, there was still violence and killing. Why, we have police to protect us, there is ample food, ample water, entertainment is free, we get a free eeducation, all sorts of liberties, and if you can't work the government will still take care of you. We are living in an age of relative peace and prosperity. We are free to believe and to speek what we want. This era is truly the peace and freedom that your ancestors fought to create. They fought so hard to create our glorious way of life. Yet even through all of the grand things that we are able to enjoy, the violence, the crime, and the anarchy has never been worse. People shut themselves up from the freindly world and waste away. Others go out looking for a fight. Many prepare for war in times of great peace. Even I, who gets to enjoy all the blessings that my forefathers never had, am violent at heart and always ready to fight. I keep my house full of weapons (swords, knives, handguns, shotguns, high powered hunting rifles, but those damn SMGs are so expensive) and myself well trained in thier use. The top grossing movies or TV shows are the most violent and shocking. Why do we do this? I believe it is becuase that our race had to fight so hard to create our harmony. We fought countless battles throughout the entire history of man. The urge to fight anything in hopes of making our world just a little better is so deeple rooted in our genepool and into our mentality that we may never be able to escape it. The only problem with a race like that is that when things are good, they crave only war. We are like beasts who love to tussel about. It can all be mind over matter. The world is so full of peace these days that the average man (or average American man) has no need to fight at all, he has no need to kills or purge. Just remember, it is far easier and more rewarding compromise in disagreements, and avoid fights. If none of us could do these things, were would still be barbarains roaming the earth. But somebody has to do it. Somebody has to be the peace in the eye of the storm. In all of our wars, it would have only taken a few weeks to solve to problem peacefully and save of lives of millions, and save the pain of billions. |
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Mindboggling Symbolism and the Butterfly of Doom - 10/26/04 |
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So there I was one day, minding my own business and mowing my yard. I have a push mover. I was close to being done when I noticed a yellow and orange butterfly flying by. It was huge. The butterfly must have had at least a 6" wingspan, probably more. It had wings that were almot fuzzy looking. Anyway it was a big beautiful butterfly. It flew around me for a few seconds and then landed right in the middle of the strip of grass I was getting ready to mow. What you do, mow it down or wait for it to move? I waited for a little while. It sat there. I was kind so instead of just mowing over it I decided to creep my mower up to it, hoping the noise would scare it away and if it did not move then I would just cut around it for now. So I began to very slowly move the mower closer and closer to it. It did not move. I crept closer and closer. Then all of sudden it took off. It didn't fly away from the mower but instead it flew right at my mower. Not wanting to harm the creature, I backed up my mower really quickly. The butterfly flew right over onto my mower and landed on the left front tire. Sadly, the butterfly landed on the tire while I was trying to pull the mower away. The tire rolled over and crushed the butterfly before I could stop. I let go of the mower and looked down at my mangled failure. The butterfly had a broken wing and some crushed legs. I knew it was doomed to die slowly unless I killed it now. I started up my mower and mowed on over it and finished cutting the yard.
I began to wonder about this. It was so strange. It had to have some kind of meaning. It must have represented something. I thought about it for a few days. And just as I was getting ready to do an ill deed, I realized what it meant (to me). What if my lawnmower was innocence and the butterfly was the ultimate effect of temptation. I wanted to mow my yard and be done with it but not harm the butterfly. Similarly many people will to do bad things and get away with it, but not have to pay the price (be it with your suffering or with that of others). I pushed my lawnmower to close and the butterfly came for me. Just as many people try to scathe by consequences but in the end, the consequences come for them.
Anway, that what it means to me. What about you? |
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