First of all: Happy ChristmaHannuKwanzaa!
Second: Who the hell watches Two and a half men at six thirty on Christmas Eve?
Isn't that just the most terrible thing you have ever heard?
"Some people do not celebrate Christmas" isn't an excuse either, since it's a terrible show.
It's all just sad.
On the other hand, there is a lot of snow here, and I have taken about a rough million pictures of it all. This little city is surprisingly pretty when one hasn't seen it in a while.
EDIT: Det här måste jag dock säga på Svenska: Varför i hela helvete visas samma Kinesiska ankjävlar i år igen? Vem bryr sig, egentligen, om ett gäng ankor i Kina? Varför är det viktigt, för vårt lands julkänsla, att få se att det finns ett litet gäng ankor i Beijing? Jag förstår det inte alls.
On the plus side of things, Christmasfood was, as always, excellent.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
December... And. Stuff.
Wooo, it's my birthday, yaay.
..Might update this later, in case something worth telling happens.
For now, woooo.
EDIT: There will be an update along shortly, probably.
For now, I just wanted to point out that the Video of the Now feature went away to have intercourse with its own ear, and I locked it in its room for now, until it learned its lesson.
..Might update this later, in case something worth telling happens.
For now, woooo.
EDIT: There will be an update along shortly, probably.
For now, I just wanted to point out that the Video of the Now feature went away to have intercourse with its own ear, and I locked it in its room for now, until it learned its lesson.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Shakespeare and Nonsense
Today we were at the Globe Theater and Tate Modern. The Globe Theater is a rather acurate replica of the theater Shakespeare owned and operated in, and it is very impressive. When I say owned, I actually mean "stole", which is one of the coolest things one can do with a building of that size. Very interesting place with a very interesting guided tour. We learned about how the plays were set up and a lot about why the theater looks the way it does.
We also learned about interesting things that the people in the area did to amuse themselves when they weren't at the theater, and I feel I must tell you about some of these things.
The first one consisted of chaining a bear to a pole, setting some dogs on it, and then betting on how quickly the bear would kill the dogs.
Another was to tie a monkey to the back of a horse, and having dogs chase it in a circle, scaring the monkey and making it scream. This was considered hilarious, because apparently monkeys sound like women when they scream.
When the people of the day would get bored of messing with animals, they decided to pick on the poor people instead. So they made what was essentially a big piñata full of fruit, hung it up over some open bit of land, and then threw firecrackers at it until it broke. Poor people where then allowed to go and pick up the fruit. While the richer people threw firecrackers at them. Great fun.
People say that the internet has desensitized us. I don't think that's the case. We desensitized us.
After the Globe, we went to the Tate modern.
The Tate Modern is a gallery of modern art.
I really, really, Really hate modern art.
I could see the point of literaly no things in the entire building.
From what I can understand, modern art relies very heavily on the viewer to see what isn't there, to see beyond the obvious and see the artist's intent. This makes no sense to me either.
What I hate most about modern art isn't the art, it's the community. The fact that, whenever someone does not understand modern art, that person is uneducated or unsophisticated. The idea that they keep trying to justify their creations with artistic sentences.
"Blah blah blah after commiting random acts of violence to random objects the artist reveals a hidden meaning of the objects"
No. You ran over a trombone with a steamroller. Good for you. There is no "hidden meaning" in a trombone that only comes out when you run it over with a steamroller. It is a trombone. An instrument. It was designed to make a certain kind of noise, not to have hidden meanings in it to be steamrolled out.
And I don't care how fancy words you use, you simply cannot justify a video of a naked man in a monkey/mongoloid-mask spasming around and smearing red paint all over himself as art. It is not art, it is bad YouTube.
Modern art simply makes no sense to me, and whenever I actually try to "see beyond the obvious", rather than just be amazed at the stupidity of it all, it makes my head hurt.
Summary: The Tate Modern was the most depressing building I have ever been in. I could have appreciated it a bit more if I had been able to just talk about how amazingly stupid it all is, but whenever anyone said anything about a painting one got angry looks from people around, people who undoubtebly thought they were better than me because they could understand why an empty canvas with a knifewound in it, or some very large circles of runny red paint on a white wall, is art.
Well, if that's the meassure of intelectuality, I'll settle to be a retard, thank you very much.
We also learned about interesting things that the people in the area did to amuse themselves when they weren't at the theater, and I feel I must tell you about some of these things.
The first one consisted of chaining a bear to a pole, setting some dogs on it, and then betting on how quickly the bear would kill the dogs.
Another was to tie a monkey to the back of a horse, and having dogs chase it in a circle, scaring the monkey and making it scream. This was considered hilarious, because apparently monkeys sound like women when they scream.
When the people of the day would get bored of messing with animals, they decided to pick on the poor people instead. So they made what was essentially a big piñata full of fruit, hung it up over some open bit of land, and then threw firecrackers at it until it broke. Poor people where then allowed to go and pick up the fruit. While the richer people threw firecrackers at them. Great fun.
People say that the internet has desensitized us. I don't think that's the case. We desensitized us.
After the Globe, we went to the Tate modern.
The Tate Modern is a gallery of modern art.
I really, really, Really hate modern art.
I could see the point of literaly no things in the entire building.
From what I can understand, modern art relies very heavily on the viewer to see what isn't there, to see beyond the obvious and see the artist's intent. This makes no sense to me either.
What I hate most about modern art isn't the art, it's the community. The fact that, whenever someone does not understand modern art, that person is uneducated or unsophisticated. The idea that they keep trying to justify their creations with artistic sentences.
"Blah blah blah after commiting random acts of violence to random objects the artist reveals a hidden meaning of the objects"
No. You ran over a trombone with a steamroller. Good for you. There is no "hidden meaning" in a trombone that only comes out when you run it over with a steamroller. It is a trombone. An instrument. It was designed to make a certain kind of noise, not to have hidden meanings in it to be steamrolled out.
And I don't care how fancy words you use, you simply cannot justify a video of a naked man in a monkey/mongoloid-mask spasming around and smearing red paint all over himself as art. It is not art, it is bad YouTube.
Modern art simply makes no sense to me, and whenever I actually try to "see beyond the obvious", rather than just be amazed at the stupidity of it all, it makes my head hurt.
Summary: The Tate Modern was the most depressing building I have ever been in. I could have appreciated it a bit more if I had been able to just talk about how amazingly stupid it all is, but whenever anyone said anything about a painting one got angry looks from people around, people who undoubtebly thought they were better than me because they could understand why an empty canvas with a knifewound in it, or some very large circles of runny red paint on a white wall, is art.
Well, if that's the meassure of intelectuality, I'll settle to be a retard, thank you very much.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Masks and Me
I was going to write a post about what we've been doing, but I decided against it.
Instead, I'm going to talk about an interesting thing I realized the other day:
I miss me.
It feels like it's been the longest time since I was me, properly.
I had a long talk with one of the girls in my class a week or so ago (I think she was a bit drunk at the time) and I realized that I can't be me when dealing with most people. I knew this in part already, but I hadn't realized how much of me I had to take away in order to not make people uncomfortable or annoyed. When I hang out with the guys in my class, I can pretty easily just take a simple layer of stereotypical manly behavior and use that as a personality, it's a relatively simple piece of acting and an easy roll to fall into, but it's not really me, in any proper sense of the word. I have been able to be a part of me when we've been playing games at an internet-cafe here, that part has been very nice, since that is actually a role I can feel is a part of proper me, but other than that, I miss being able to relax and just be. It doesn't work here, or with these people. The biggest issue is, I think, that I'm much more used to the Scout-way of making friends, which is usually very direct. This doesn't seem to suit most other people, so I come off as annoyingly direct and personal. Not an optimal first impression. The good thing here has been that a lot of people have been drunk a lot of the time, and that tends to move people slightly further towards my favored way of socializing, but it is still pretty far from "the real deal", and it also tends to be quite temporary, what with people sobering up and all.
I guess that, in essence, what I really miss most is the possibility to meet new people and make friends without having to limit myself and go through layers of rules and technicalities every step of the way in order to not drive people away. It is really quite taxing, in the long run.
There were other things to write, but I forgot them. I'm sure you're all surprised.
Cheerio.
Instead, I'm going to talk about an interesting thing I realized the other day:
I miss me.
It feels like it's been the longest time since I was me, properly.
I had a long talk with one of the girls in my class a week or so ago (I think she was a bit drunk at the time) and I realized that I can't be me when dealing with most people. I knew this in part already, but I hadn't realized how much of me I had to take away in order to not make people uncomfortable or annoyed. When I hang out with the guys in my class, I can pretty easily just take a simple layer of stereotypical manly behavior and use that as a personality, it's a relatively simple piece of acting and an easy roll to fall into, but it's not really me, in any proper sense of the word. I have been able to be a part of me when we've been playing games at an internet-cafe here, that part has been very nice, since that is actually a role I can feel is a part of proper me, but other than that, I miss being able to relax and just be. It doesn't work here, or with these people. The biggest issue is, I think, that I'm much more used to the Scout-way of making friends, which is usually very direct. This doesn't seem to suit most other people, so I come off as annoyingly direct and personal. Not an optimal first impression. The good thing here has been that a lot of people have been drunk a lot of the time, and that tends to move people slightly further towards my favored way of socializing, but it is still pretty far from "the real deal", and it also tends to be quite temporary, what with people sobering up and all.
I guess that, in essence, what I really miss most is the possibility to meet new people and make friends without having to limit myself and go through layers of rules and technicalities every step of the way in order to not drive people away. It is really quite taxing, in the long run.
There were other things to write, but I forgot them. I'm sure you're all surprised.
Cheerio.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
White Bread and Awesome
Today (26/10) was an interesting day. I’ve eaten nothing but various versions of those triangular sandwiches the English love so much (9 of them, in total) and breakfast, which was also toast. Not my most healthy day ever. On the other hand, we had a guided tour of the older parts of Canterbury, and of Canterbury Cathedral. That building is by far the coolest one I have ever seen. It rocks. Everything in it is incredibly detailed and beautiful, and I’ve never seen stonework with that kind of detail before. Also, our guide was an elderly woman, who was also awesome. She liked Henry VIII (or, well, she liked talking about him, I don’t think anyone actually Liked Henry VIII) and she was great fun. She also showed us something called "the dunking chair" (sp) which was originally used for checking if women were witches or dead. It was a chair at the end of a long pole, out over the river. What they did was that they tied the girl in question to the chair, popped it into the water, waited until they got bored, and then brought her up again. If she by some miracle was alive, she was burned at the stake. So far, pretty standard. The funny thing happened after they had stopped with the witch hunts. Then, the chair was mostly used on nagging wives. It had a similar idea, except they were only kept underwater until they learned their lesson. Every once in a while, one realizes that we have actually come rather a long way on this whole gender-neutrality issue.
On the down side, my hostess (Geraldine Irons, that name rocks), doesn’t have an internet connection, and for some reason I can’t figure out how to connect to the two wireless ones I can reach from here, which is a shame because they both have very good signal strength. It just says that I have an "invalid IP address", and I don’t know how to fix that, since it’s already set to dynamic. Annoying, is what it is. I plan on getting a pass card for the university tomorrow (there hasn’t been any time yet) so that I will be able to check my mail, and post this. Hopefully, after that, I’ll be able to use Skype in the Wi-Fi zones the university has on campus some time.
Now I’m in my room, having just fixed my adapter for the power plugs. It didn’t fit originally, so I spent some time cutting bits of plastic off of the adapter it with a razorblade. Not entirely sure if that’s the best plan, but it works anyway. I’ve never used a razorblade without anything to put it in or hold it with before, so it was a novel experience, but it was the only sharp blade my hostess had in her house. If I hadn’t been able to fix it, or find a new, better one, I wouldn’t have been able to use the computer, which would have been rather terrible, since it took a bit of effort and space (not to mention air-plane weight ratios) to bring it.
After the tour, I went to a nearby pub with Longshanks and four other guys, and Longshanks managed to order one of the coolest appetizers I have ever seen. It was fried potato skins with bacon and cheddar. So it was basically a few thin bits of hollowed-out potato, which was made unhealthy by frying it, and then further unhealthy by adding glorious bacon, and then they covered the whole thing in unhealthy cheese. It was great. It was quite expensive, though, at £4.75.
28/10: I can post this now, I finally found time and opportunity to register an account at the university ,as well as a computer I could access without having gotten my pass card. I'll keep you updated as I go along, now it's time to go downstairs and have another Cider at the Student Union (which is on campus, by the way. Half of the guys got overly excited about the idea of taking a pint between classes).
Cheerio.
On the down side, my hostess (Geraldine Irons, that name rocks), doesn’t have an internet connection, and for some reason I can’t figure out how to connect to the two wireless ones I can reach from here, which is a shame because they both have very good signal strength. It just says that I have an "invalid IP address", and I don’t know how to fix that, since it’s already set to dynamic. Annoying, is what it is. I plan on getting a pass card for the university tomorrow (there hasn’t been any time yet) so that I will be able to check my mail, and post this. Hopefully, after that, I’ll be able to use Skype in the Wi-Fi zones the university has on campus some time.
Now I’m in my room, having just fixed my adapter for the power plugs. It didn’t fit originally, so I spent some time cutting bits of plastic off of the adapter it with a razorblade. Not entirely sure if that’s the best plan, but it works anyway. I’ve never used a razorblade without anything to put it in or hold it with before, so it was a novel experience, but it was the only sharp blade my hostess had in her house. If I hadn’t been able to fix it, or find a new, better one, I wouldn’t have been able to use the computer, which would have been rather terrible, since it took a bit of effort and space (not to mention air-plane weight ratios) to bring it.
After the tour, I went to a nearby pub with Longshanks and four other guys, and Longshanks managed to order one of the coolest appetizers I have ever seen. It was fried potato skins with bacon and cheddar. So it was basically a few thin bits of hollowed-out potato, which was made unhealthy by frying it, and then further unhealthy by adding glorious bacon, and then they covered the whole thing in unhealthy cheese. It was great. It was quite expensive, though, at £4.75.
28/10: I can post this now, I finally found time and opportunity to register an account at the university ,as well as a computer I could access without having gotten my pass card. I'll keep you updated as I go along, now it's time to go downstairs and have another Cider at the Student Union (which is on campus, by the way. Half of the guys got overly excited about the idea of taking a pint between classes).
Cheerio.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Money and Games
Games I've bought in the past two weeks, organized in the batches I bought them in:
Desperados 2 - Cooper's Revenge
Assassin's Creed
Gothic 3
Peter Jackson's King Kong
Warcraft 2
Heroes of Might and Magic 3
Caesar III
Fallout
Fallout 2
Fallout tactics
Age of Empires
Age of Empires - The Rise of Rome
Age of Empires II
Age of Empires II - The Conquerors
Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell
Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell - Pandora Tomorrow
Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell - Chaos Theory
Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell - Double Agent
Spiderman - Web of Shadows
I suck at having money. Granted, it was far from as expensive as it seems, but still.
I suck at having money.
Desperados 2 - Cooper's Revenge
Assassin's Creed
Gothic 3
Peter Jackson's King Kong
Warcraft 2
Heroes of Might and Magic 3
Caesar III
Fallout
Fallout 2
Fallout tactics
Age of Empires
Age of Empires - The Rise of Rome
Age of Empires II
Age of Empires II - The Conquerors
Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell
Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell - Pandora Tomorrow
Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell - Chaos Theory
Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell - Double Agent
Spiderman - Web of Shadows
I suck at having money. Granted, it was far from as expensive as it seems, but still.
I suck at having money.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Murders and Births
An impromptu C-Section performed by an unschooled pit fighter/murderer, with a pocketknife, on his murdered wife, next to the dying body of the man who just killed both the wife and the husband, and who was in turn killed by the husband, and all to the tunes of "You are my sunshine".
I think that is just about the most disturbing scene I have ever seen in any movie.
It was awesome.
I think that is just about the most disturbing scene I have ever seen in any movie.
It was awesome.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Beggars and Fists
I'll nerd on a bit more about Assassin's Creed, because I've spent a fair bit of time playing it the past few days. I've learned something pretty fun today. First of all, if there are any amongst you who do not know this yet, in AC you play Desmond, who is playing Altair. Instead of a health-bar, you have a synchronization-bar, designed to show you how in tune with Altair Desmond is. This goes down if you do things that Altair didn't do, such as get hurt, or stab civilians in the face. The interesting thing here, is that my favorite occupation of stabbing beggars to death costs Altair about a third of the sync-bar. If, however, and this is what I've just learned, you instead decide to put down your blades and elect to beat the poor woman to death with your own hands, a process taking several times as long, and involving, I presume, quite a bit more emotional stress on the part of the victim, the cost is only about a tenth of the sync-bar.
This has endeared me to Altair somewhat, because I can only assume that he hated these women as much as I do, and wanted them to know it when he killed them, he wanted to make it personal, perhaps to make a distinction between his working hours and his spare time.
This has endeared me to Altair somewhat, because I can only assume that he hated these women as much as I do, and wanted them to know it when he killed them, he wanted to make it personal, perhaps to make a distinction between his working hours and his spare time.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Ownage and Balls
I was going to make an edit, but this deserved it's own post.
For some reason, my Video of the Now has gone and retarded itself, so I'll just give you a link instead.
Pure Pwnage Project X Announcement
It will Pwn you in teh Face!
For some reason, my Video of the Now has gone and retarded itself, so I'll just give you a link instead.
Pure Pwnage Project X Announcement
It will Pwn you in teh Face!
Failed Balls and Murder
Today I have eaten what I must presume to be the most unhealthy thing I have ever seen a person bake. The Nightflyer wanted to make Chocolate Balls, (the english name for which, I have just learned, is "Chockladbollar". Thank you, Wikipedia) but we only had about half as much oatmeal as we needed, so we took some kind of extra-fiber version, and at the end they wouldn't stick together. So we did the next best thing, put everything in a pair of bowls, sprinkled some nib sugar on top, and ate it, so we both had about .7 of a liter worth of sugar, fat and cocoa each. It was awesome. I named it the HealthBucket.
I also inexplicably felt like describing a few things about Assassin's Creed, which I started playing again the other day. There are a few important lessons in here somewhere, I hope.
Number one, if I save you from a bunch of guards wanting to kill you, the correct answer is something along the lines of "Oh, thank you, I will repay this kindness". If you say "Thanks, I guess, but I could have taken them myself" and sound like a beggar, then you just bought yourself a fresh ticket to having a metal spike shoved through your face. Speaking of beggars, number two, if you ask me for money, I will stab you to death. The same goes for any person who shoves me for any reason, no matter the situation. If you shove me, you die. By extension, if you stumble around, sound like a retard and generally look like you might potentially shove me at some point in your life, I will stab you until you die.
Now that most of the homicidal tension is out of the way, I'd like to point out a few differences between AC and InFamous, since they are the only two games I have played that are comparable to one another. First of all, AC looks a lot better. The animations are smoother, the climbing looks more like climbing and less like a vertical frog on speed. The interaction between the main character and everyone else was also a lot better in AC, you get the feeling that all the civilians are actually people and objects, which I felt was lacking in IF.
I also inexplicably felt like describing a few things about Assassin's Creed, which I started playing again the other day. There are a few important lessons in here somewhere, I hope.
Number one, if I save you from a bunch of guards wanting to kill you, the correct answer is something along the lines of "Oh, thank you, I will repay this kindness". If you say "Thanks, I guess, but I could have taken them myself" and sound like a beggar, then you just bought yourself a fresh ticket to having a metal spike shoved through your face. Speaking of beggars, number two, if you ask me for money, I will stab you to death. The same goes for any person who shoves me for any reason, no matter the situation. If you shove me, you die. By extension, if you stumble around, sound like a retard and generally look like you might potentially shove me at some point in your life, I will stab you until you die.
Now that most of the homicidal tension is out of the way, I'd like to point out a few differences between AC and InFamous, since they are the only two games I have played that are comparable to one another. First of all, AC looks a lot better. The animations are smoother, the climbing looks more like climbing and less like a vertical frog on speed. The interaction between the main character and everyone else was also a lot better in AC, you get the feeling that all the civilians are actually people and objects, which I felt was lacking in IF.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Pants and Colors
I don't like jeans. It's a stupid garment, and they are uncomfortable. On top of that, they also turn everything in the washing machine dark green, and makes the Nightflyer hate me for ruining her pants. Stupid clothes.
EDIT: I disagree with Yahtzee concerning the moral-choice-system in InFamous , I liked it and thought it was pretty sensible, since it was more concerned with choosing the 'nice way' or the 'easy way' than it was about being 'kind' or being an 'utter psychotic retard'. Then again, I didn't play through the game, maybe I simply didn't get to the corner of 4th and Bananas..
EDIT: I disagree with Yahtzee concerning the moral-choice-system in InFamous , I liked it and thought it was pretty sensible, since it was more concerned with choosing the 'nice way' or the 'easy way' than it was about being 'kind' or being an 'utter psychotic retard'. Then again, I didn't play through the game, maybe I simply didn't get to the corner of 4th and Bananas..
Monday, July 27, 2009
Warstriders and Spoilerfest
I'm not sure if there's anyone reading this blog who hasn't seen Transformers: Revenge of The 9-Year-Old, but if there are, then avert your eyes.
Let's get the good stuff out of the way first. The fight scene in the forest reminded me once again of why we really need to have a proper Warstriderbattle in Exalted, because "duh".
Now, for everything else. First of all, it seems Michael Bay found a magical well of youth, because he must be at least 35 years younger than he is supposed to be. The supposed jokes of the movie are not really of the kind aimed at nine-year-olds, as much as the kind thought up by nine-year-olds. Why do the Retard-Bots have huge ears and buck-teeth? In fact, why are there Retard-Bots? It is pretty clear we are supposed to hate these guys, everyone in the movie does. The only moments of their screen time that I liked was when one of them was shot, and the other eaten. Sadly, it didn't stick. At least Bumblebee beat them a bit.
Why does the huge And-I'll-Form-The-Head-Bot have balls? It was pretty clear they didn't have a purpose.
Why did they steal an antagonist from "Terminator 36: We Ran Out Of Cool Shit Ages Ago"? The Look-Like-A-Girl-Bot was useless, stupid, and broke the point of the Transformers.
Why did they try to fool people into thinking they were making a properly bad teen-movie out of it, just to ignore everything that happened during that part, except for the useless sidekick? Why did they bring the useless sidekick?
Why did the original Primes sacrifice themselves to make a prison, if said prison could be shot apart by a single blast from an, as far as I know, not very combat-focused Autobot?
And why the fucking hell can't Michael Bay think up a plausible goal for the antagonist? What the hell? I mean, Megatron still seemed to be in it for the energy, to revive their planet, but the Fallen mostly seemed to like demolishing suns. Meh.
I had more things to add, and I might remember them later.
As a final note: Fuck You Translator. Fuck You.
Let's get the good stuff out of the way first. The fight scene in the forest reminded me once again of why we really need to have a proper Warstriderbattle in Exalted, because "duh".
Now, for everything else. First of all, it seems Michael Bay found a magical well of youth, because he must be at least 35 years younger than he is supposed to be. The supposed jokes of the movie are not really of the kind aimed at nine-year-olds, as much as the kind thought up by nine-year-olds. Why do the Retard-Bots have huge ears and buck-teeth? In fact, why are there Retard-Bots? It is pretty clear we are supposed to hate these guys, everyone in the movie does. The only moments of their screen time that I liked was when one of them was shot, and the other eaten. Sadly, it didn't stick. At least Bumblebee beat them a bit.
Why does the huge And-I'll-Form-The-Head-Bot have balls? It was pretty clear they didn't have a purpose.
Why did they steal an antagonist from "Terminator 36: We Ran Out Of Cool Shit Ages Ago"? The Look-Like-A-Girl-Bot was useless, stupid, and broke the point of the Transformers.
Why did they try to fool people into thinking they were making a properly bad teen-movie out of it, just to ignore everything that happened during that part, except for the useless sidekick? Why did they bring the useless sidekick?
Why did the original Primes sacrifice themselves to make a prison, if said prison could be shot apart by a single blast from an, as far as I know, not very combat-focused Autobot?
And why the fucking hell can't Michael Bay think up a plausible goal for the antagonist? What the hell? I mean, Megatron still seemed to be in it for the energy, to revive their planet, but the Fallen mostly seemed to like demolishing suns. Meh.
I had more things to add, and I might remember them later.
As a final note: Fuck You Translator. Fuck You.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Marathons and The Force
Me and the Nightflyer have watched all six Star Wars movies during the past week or so, in the chronological order. I won't bore you with analyzes, I am sure you can all guess my feelings about the prequel trilogy. Right around the time we finished with that, I found Star Wars: The Clone Wars really cheap, and we decided that we might as well watch that too, while we were at it. Has anyone else seen this? I think The Editing Room had the right idea. I like how they have decided to show that this movie is CGI by making the CGI worse than in the actual movies, which is mostly CGI anyways.
Also, they really liked making stupid references to shit that made no sense, and turned the whole thing into a farce. Why take the model of a scary bounty hunter droid and turn it into a useless servant? Why are all the battledroids retards on purpose? Why does nothing make sense? Why can something with the 'feet' of an AT-AT climb sheer rock walls? Why does the whole movie feel like a video games, without all the good parts? And why the hell is it uglier than all the video games LucasArts have released for the past 7 years?
Meanwhile, I have also been playing Knights of the Old Republic, the best game ever released with anything related to Star Wars in it. Try it, you know you want to.
Also, they really liked making stupid references to shit that made no sense, and turned the whole thing into a farce. Why take the model of a scary bounty hunter droid and turn it into a useless servant? Why are all the battledroids retards on purpose? Why does nothing make sense? Why can something with the 'feet' of an AT-AT climb sheer rock walls? Why does the whole movie feel like a video games, without all the good parts? And why the hell is it uglier than all the video games LucasArts have released for the past 7 years?
Meanwhile, I have also been playing Knights of the Old Republic, the best game ever released with anything related to Star Wars in it. Try it, you know you want to.
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