More Random Notes
Instead of a new, hilariously funny article for the site, it’s just more geekblog. I at least have the comfort of knowing no-one actually reads this blog ( including the site admin - proven ), but still, meh.
Played some more Halo 3 on Heroic - same opinion, it takes a lot longer, you need to use long-range weapons, & it’s actually more fun ( than Normal ). The other way to play it ( which I’ll try as soon as I finish Heroic ) would be Easy - just mowing down your hapless enemies in the videogame equivalent of an Arnold film - I think that may also prove to be fun. Also, on a related note, how perverted is the Gravemind for making Cortana’s breasts so much bigger? Still, good call Gravemind - too bad about your VOICE ACTING.
I’ve recently been thinking about how awesome a DS version of Diablo 2 would be - why doesn’t this game exist? It seems like a natural for the system & it was mentioned 2 years ago as a possibility by Blizzard ( who asked gamers in a questionnaire if they’d like to see the game on that system ) , but still nothing. Dammit - what did those geeks respond? Fucking retards, God knows, right? I want that game…
Animal Crossing Update: I survived “Flea Market Day”; one more ingrate showed up, at 2 in the morning ( & this after threatening death to any other home-invaders on the town message board ), but he was quickly dispensed with after hitting on the strategy of fleeing my own home. A much more enjoyable town event, the week long Acorn Festival, began today, introducing a new & even more severely mentally challenged character who’s name escapes me at the moment. He sings a little song, likes collecting acorns from me ( acorns which he places around town himself… ), & wears an acorn mask & a turtle shell. Well, why wouldn’t he? I’ve already sold furniture gifts from this freak of nature after being told fairly pointedly to be careful with them, so look for this to end badly.
On a completely unrelated & random note ( as advertised in the header ), after dropping off a severely cranky, senile & racist old friend of my mother’s at her home ( deaf too - after unsuccessfully identifying our cabdrivers fairly obvious foreign accent as Canadian, the scary old dame launched into a diatribe about immigrant cab drivers - that went well ), I found myself just a block away from where my ex-girlfriend ( “baby” ) & I used to live. I walked over to our old place - when suddenly, I found myself at home, drunken. Strange.
And that’s about it, tune in tomorrow & hear about how I bought The Orange Box for some reason.
Happy Marios.
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