Say "auf Wiedersehen" to your Nazi balls!

What happened to my day. What happened today. Everything. Well, almost everything.

I'd really like to explain, or even write it all down to remember, but this isn't a diary. I have a diary in my mind, just like everyone else, that throws out the unimportant bits and reminds me of each and every experience that's exploitable.

Never forget to control the subtle change in character when going from one person to the next. I cannae believe I have to remind myself of this.

Since when was exploitation a bad thing?


All I have to say is that 4 player Nazi Zombies was totally fucking cool.


My throat is burning, but at least I sound like Batman now. Ahem. Trust me.


Bad news. The jetty. Is Gone. Like seriously.

I think Kua told me about this, but like I said, there's only the important stuff stuck in my head.
And I'm talking politically important stuff. Not personally important stuff. That stuff can wait. That stuff can change.


Shit.
Bullshit.

But mostly

A car covered in bird shit.

All that in 3 hours. It was probably just one giant fucking rooster on the tree with a bad case of diarrhea. How did the rooster get on the tree? Why couldn't it have pointed its ass in another direction? IT'S ART! You DO NOT QUESTION ART.

I'm sleepy.

The moment I got back, things just got bad.

The internet was as slow as the year 2005(that was a really slow year, at least by 2009's standards, oh lordy, it's already December!).
When it got back to regular speed(I consider regular speed to be roughly 2006-ish, let's face it, the only explanation for these speed of time fluctuations can only be explained by Hitler's 4th reich trying to mess with the universe's control room. Science. It works), I was already writing the second line of this post. Creepy.

I had good cake that made me feel fat because I already had 5 meals before. Still, pretty good cake.

Just when I thought cake would make everything better, it got a little worse.(see, the cake IS a lie).

I wanted to watch a good movie, but then my brother's unnecessarily gigantic harddisk(what is a HUMAN BEING going to do with 1 terabyte of space. back when I was little, 1 GB was enough for a whole fucking family) was all password protected. Bitch. I got the password from him(he wasn't even at home), but then realized the only movie left worth watching was Frost/Nixon. Which I had already watched before. I wanted to see capitalist bastards BURN, not be embarrassed. God dammit.(God's last name IS dammit)

I thought at least I would be able to play this super-awesome Java-like game called Plants Vs Zombies. But Zeke's morning streak expired my free trial. PERMANENTLY. As in, I cannae play it on my PC. And Borderlands has(I admit) become a lot less engaging. I got to the part where I had to kill this ABSOLUTELY GIGANTIC Rakk Hive.
(Rakks are a sorta bat-like creature that sweep down at you, they're evil)
(A Rakk Hive is a woolly mammoth looking creature. It's the size of an oliphaunt(or Mumakil, if you speak middle-earth english) and is basically a walking, living, breathing hive)
Anyway, killing the Rakk Hive was supposed to be a challenge. But it was too easy. All I had to do was snipe the eyes, then get down there and nuke it's ass. It was easier DONE than SAID. Literally. Wait, what?

Anyway, Borderlands isn't what I need right now.

What I need, is sleep. Thank you for reading, following, commenting, and participating in the new Malaysian Communist Regime for Awesome Purposes. My new political party. Soon, MYCRAP will be more popular than UMNO(regular crap)!




The poetry that comes from the squaring off between and the circling is worth it. Finding beauty in the dissidence. Even though it's something I can never really get right.

Anyway, the moral of the story is, whenever you think it can't get any better or any worse, just remember two things:
1)you probably don't have leprosy(see, all better now!)
2)you're probably not cancer-proof(if only)

Nein Nein Nein Nein Nein!

There was an explosion in JB. About time if you asked me. But you didn't ask me. I'm telling you anyway. So there.

It didn't look too bad. Except parts of the ceiling were where the walls ought to be and cops were where waiters ought to be. Which is semi-normal because cops tend to take "tips", just like the waiters.

1 blurry picture, coming up.



In historical news, today is/was World Aids Day. Charitable societies, like Red Cross/Crescent (depending on which God is helping out) and St.John/Jalil are handing out aids by the bucket (both food aid and regular AIDS) to 3rd world countries. Except Malaysia, because we prefer being called a "developing nation". Which is discriminatory. Because that would imply 3rd world countries aren't developing.

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not the post patriotic person on the planet. But I look at the whole thing in a different way. It's not that I'm the anti-patriot, I'm more of the... neo-patriot. I don't love the country, and I don't love the system, because neither the country nor the system can ever love you back.

Also, if you're not a facebook friend of mine, you probably don't know that I'm Hitler.




But now you do. You can make your own Historical-self-image by clicking on this link.

I can see the appeal of agnosticism. The whole, "I don't know, I don't care, and in all seriousness, neither do you".

Who knows for certain? Who shall here declare it? Whence was it born, whence came creation.
The Gods are later than this worlds formation. Who then can know the origins of the world?

Not me. Not you. I get it. I just will not tolerate religion and its intrusion on my life, and the life of every God damned person on this planet. What makes it so bullet proof?



3-inches of glass? Fuck no. These are people who get together like a fucking club and agree that they are better than everyone else out there, and who ever isn't in a fucking club deserves to be in club-hell. They won't even say it to my face! And they have the nerve to say they're humble about it.

Let me tell you something; when you get on a stage and say "thank you God for this award", it isn't humble. You're basically saying "thank you God for making me so perfect".

Don't get me started on capitalists. I don't think I could think of a better system, but I know for sure I can't think of anything worse than that.

Maybe if i post less often, i'll get more comments. Maybe.

Third time in

I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up."

Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor... I am Pagliacci."


When you break the sound barrier, there's a sonic kaboom. The same is true when you break the light barrier, except it's a flash of white light instead of a boom. As evident in the picture below.


i dunno about anyone else, but i think this juxtaposition of grey and white clouds is a perfect example of being vague.

or maybe it isn't. Maybe i'm delusional.



or maybe life's too confusing to be categorized or anything. Whatever it is, blogging on a phone is at least 3 times harder than on a pc. But still a lot easier than blogging on a laptop.

Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work

All the tongues here are forked.

I keep going on about how stupid, boring, and predictable life is. How the world just feeds you lies because the truth makes them uncomfortable. Well maybe one day I'm going to find that cuts both ways. I'll have the world to blame for me being that way, and the world will have everyone else to blame.

I guess if being bored is all I have to live for for the time being, then it'll have to do. Because a little bored is better than a little dead. Yesterday wasn't completely boring though. For the first time in months, I got to jam again. It wasn't perfect(far from it, it was more like malformed music) but being so out of practice, I didn't expect myself to remember which foot went first. But I did. Hoozah.

I just had three arguments. I lost all of 'em. Lost, not as in just been defeated, but utterly proved to be disqualified(again, bad sentence structuring). Which is sad but true. I'm not only not worthy, but not worth being worthy of even being part of the big picture. From here on out, I'm a regular person. Not part of any big change in society's view. Freedom? I don't know, it feels more like bondage. Oh well. What can ya do?

My eyes are burning from staring at Dr.Manhattan's penis

The title pretty much says it. I have seen the light. And it is blue.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, watch Watchmen. The full, uncensored HD version. I remember Eu Chuan and I watched it months back. It was good back then, and it was good 20 minutes ago, when I watched it.


Ever since my brother came down I've been just watching a whole lotta movies. Well not a WHOLE lot, but sitting through movies isn't usually my kinda thing. First off was The Hurt Locker, then Inglorious Basterds, and finally a re-watch of Watchmen. Gotta say, I liked 'em all. Probably the first movie streak of really good movies.

They were all odd movies. The Hurt Locker was a surprisingly awesome movie though. Unlike The Kingdom, it didn't have that sorta Americans are the good guys vibe. It was just a story of a small man's part in a bigger world. It doesn't concern itself with the power struggle in the middle east or anything.

Inglorious Basterds got me kinda mixed up inside. On one hand, it's an awesome Tarintino movie, very brutal, very over-the-top, very entertaining. On the other hand, there's just about 30 minutes of Basterds. In other words, the title was misleading. I expected more of them. Still, I loled at Brad Pitt's stupid accent while speaking Italian. Imagine a redneck saying Bonjourno.

I've already talked about Watchmen back a few months ago. But still, Dr. Manhattan ought to cover that damned thing.

I look forward to a proper blog post when the time comes. But until that time, these sorta things will have to do.

I was supposed to post something, but read my favourite wondermark comic strips instead! They're awesome!

I must keep reminding myself of this

People seem to have abandoned the blogosphere. But I'm still here, keeping faith, giving blood. Even though there's no time to blog. And I also have no idea how to publish good posts anymore.

This post has the potential to destroy minds. But only if I write it in paragraph form.


Let me put this in a way, you understand; point form.

1)The RSS feed of about 10 people on my list(including one of my blogs) is not working, we cannae tell who updates when!

2)Real life is getting more attention than virtual life. Which is wrong and absolutely unbuddhist. I think.

3)Post content has become really mellow compared to what we used to have back in the day. Point 2 is the most probable reason.

4)This blog is barely limping on, only sustained by the history of marginally good content and hope that someday the noob of a soob that writes here realizes that prog blog means progressive weblog, not static pool of shit.

5)Speaking of progression, it's harder than you think to change the topic when writing in point form, so erm, be prepared for a change of mood

6)Like seriously

7)I've been placing subtle messages to test ye readers. Still waiting for you guys to notice all these subtle god damned hints, codes, secret messages. None of them are disguised this way, btw.
8)Assassins creed 2 doesn't work. Is this true? Maybe. Noting is. But then again, everything is permitted. Confused? Play the first Assassins creed!

9)I really have to go to sleep now.! but I! will post something better.

10)someday.!

Google Pays me $137 an hour

Lol, no they don't. They used to though, but that was a Long Long Time Ago. Six weeks is a long time.

So what is it that dropped my ratings? I can only speculate. It's probably because I stopped having proper adventures and stuck to xbox adventures, which are all fun and good on my end, but make for awkward blog posts.

For instance, I could have called this post "Borderlands epic" and talk about how a game with literally 17 million+ gun variations and supports multiplayer on the main quest itself should be an awesomer adventure than anything else on earth.

But no one would get it. It's almost the same reason I don't put music on my blog(sorry, I really, really tried to get some pay back. You don't know what it's like to have a genre you hate playing over the song you're already listening to). And it's the same reason I can do without poetry. Words don't mix well with emotional attachments. Unless there's a specific emotion, then there's a specific writer. But almost universally, there's no one writer for every emotion. This is confusing. I will stop here before my other ear starts bleeding.

Hell, I gave Modern Warfare 2 a post, so why not Borderlands? Well, because no one is going to play a game like Borderlands. It's the District 9 of gaming. That fun adventure that didn't get advertised enough. (another reason to hate capitalist markets, always advertising the bad stuff because the bad stuff has all that effort and money they didn't spend on the product itself.)

Ok, just a paragraph for Borderlands. It's an RPS(a combination of an RPG and FPS), or Role-playing shooter. Think Fallout 3, but without VATS, and without the godawful shooter elements. In Fallout 3, the only way to feel satisfied with shooting is if you used the automatic-targeting system(VATS, I just mentioned it before, try to keep up), because the actual combat was underwhelming. In Borderlands, the system is completely different. Every shot feels useful. Instead of stupidly filling an enemy with bullets like in Fallout 3, you get a sort of instant gratification when a shot is dealt, because a comic-book like number "pops" out of the enemy to indicate how much damage was done. Even though your character is less customizable than the one in Fallout 3, there is a solid use for this uncustomizability. Your specific character will react to doing awesome stuff. That, to me, is something ALL Role Playing Games have left out. It's easy to see the appeal of an RPG. It's sort of your own adventure in a video game with whatever character you wanna be. But this usually makes your interaction with the game-world boring. In Borderlands, when something cool happens(Headshots, or Boss-kill), your character will say something witty, and the thing is, if you chose the right character, he or she will say exactly what you were about to say. Most of the time,in my character's case(Mordecai, the Hunter), he'll just smirk and ask rhetorically if "you liked that?" whenever a head is shot off. It's a sort of feedback that you wouldn't expect in an RPG, and it works, even when overdone(I'm such a good head-shotter =) )

Ok enough about the virtual world. The real reason my ratings have dropped is because my post-quality has dropped because my mood has dropped because I have to be the MC at some thing tomorrow. Let's hope it goes smooth-like and I don't fuck up, because I'm better at fucking up than being an MC.