Showing posts with label Fuck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fuck. Show all posts
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Murderers and Cameras
Assassin's Creed II update #1:
Just a very small thing, but if anyone does not want one very small aspect of gameplay spoiled, I guess stop reading.
Ubisoft: STOP IT WITH THE FUCKING CAMERA ANGLES!
They add nothing to the game and it's a cheap-ass way to lengthen gameplay by making us do each fucking timed puzzle three fucking times to memorize exactly when the camera is going to lock itself in a corner to give me a useless hint (read "Bat to the face") of where to go next, while simultaneously making sure I Do Not Go There, by changing what my previous "Run straight ahead" command means!
Other than that, the game rocks.
Just a very small thing, but if anyone does not want one very small aspect of gameplay spoiled, I guess stop reading.
Ubisoft: STOP IT WITH THE FUCKING CAMERA ANGLES!
They add nothing to the game and it's a cheap-ass way to lengthen gameplay by making us do each fucking timed puzzle three fucking times to memorize exactly when the camera is going to lock itself in a corner to give me a useless hint (read "Bat to the face") of where to go next, while simultaneously making sure I Do Not Go There, by changing what my previous "Run straight ahead" command means!
Other than that, the game rocks.
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Friday, December 21, 2007
ReFailed Exam and Pulp Fucktion
I might have kind of semi-promised the Nightflyer to blog about something or other after the exams, which would be today. Darn.
Can't really think of much to say, though. Refailed it, not very surprised, aced the other two, Next.
I updated the Video of the Now to the two-minute-fuckmarathon that is Pulp Fiction in essence, it seemed fitting at this point, but it doesn't seem to be working very well. Annoying. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone who haven't seen the entire move yet, though, since there is enough Fuck in that movie to spoil the entire plot even in this short state. I think just about every single scene is in there.
I got a Bananaphone from the Chinese One, it's awesome. I loves it. No idea when I'll get to use it though. Anyone know if I will be able to use it in any of the apartments in Uppsala?
Metro did something pretty weird the other day. Some cellphone developer, Sonim, had created a phone they said would be "unbreakable", in the sense that it could handle being run over by a car, or dropped from a three story building. So, they (Metro) tested it. By shooting it. With a 9mm Glock. And a Fucking Hunting Rifle. It broke. I could have told them that to begin with. Probably humor. Too bad that's not really what they should do, spend your money telling us about important happenings in the world instead.
Had a discussion with a friend today, about how an iPod isn't an Mp3 Player. Apparently. That kind of thinking always amazes me. Can someone explain to me why there seems to be so many people who think iPods are some kind of magical divine artifact, completely different from Mp3 Players? Bah.
I've been postponing this trying to think of something else to write, but I haven't, so I won't.
I'll just play some more S.T.A.L.K.E.R. and go to bed.
Can't really think of much to say, though. Refailed it, not very surprised, aced the other two, Next.
I updated the Video of the Now to the two-minute-fuckmarathon that is Pulp Fiction in essence, it seemed fitting at this point, but it doesn't seem to be working very well. Annoying. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone who haven't seen the entire move yet, though, since there is enough Fuck in that movie to spoil the entire plot even in this short state. I think just about every single scene is in there.
I got a Bananaphone from the Chinese One, it's awesome. I loves it. No idea when I'll get to use it though. Anyone know if I will be able to use it in any of the apartments in Uppsala?
Metro did something pretty weird the other day. Some cellphone developer, Sonim, had created a phone they said would be "unbreakable", in the sense that it could handle being run over by a car, or dropped from a three story building. So, they (Metro) tested it. By shooting it. With a 9mm Glock. And a Fucking Hunting Rifle. It broke. I could have told them that to begin with. Probably humor. Too bad that's not really what they should do, spend your money telling us about important happenings in the world instead.
Had a discussion with a friend today, about how an iPod isn't an Mp3 Player. Apparently. That kind of thinking always amazes me. Can someone explain to me why there seems to be so many people who think iPods are some kind of magical divine artifact, completely different from Mp3 Players? Bah.
I've been postponing this trying to think of something else to write, but I haven't, so I won't.
I'll just play some more S.T.A.L.K.E.R. and go to bed.
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