I need to post more.

I really need to post more, this is for grade, after all.

I don't even know what to write any more.

The only drama in my life is over a stupid person in a videogame. About someone who can't get over the fact that he was called a name. One he deserves, by the way. Oh, and he's a 40 year-old. He really should act his age.

But enough of that. I'd like to keep this a mostly drama-free journal. So, instead, without further ado...

VIDEOGAMES

Woo!

Okay, so, Left 4 Dead should be getting an update soon, which is awesome. It's a great game, although I like co-op better than Versus. Campaign is just so much...more...fun.

Gears of War 2 is also being updated. Now I might get people in Horde that know what they are doing!

Also just got Marvel: Ultimate Alliance for $10. Pretty good game, so far. Think I might use Deadpool instead of Spidey, though...Oh oh, and, total geekgasm over this, UA2 is going to be the Civil War storyline. How awesome is that?

Meh, this topic kinda sucks. I want something thought provoking.

Oh, hey, how about OnLive?

It's this crazy new thing that is "going to revolutionize gaming." Uh huh. Sure. Basically, it's a thing that you hook up to your computer, and either your monitor or TV. Then, connect to the interwebz. Now, it's sorta like Steam. Buy your game online, or even rent it. But, here's the difference...you don't download the game. Instead, it is stored on a server. When you play the game, you send inputs to the server, which creates a video of what you are doing, and then sends it to your monitor/TV. Inputs are read (supposedly) 60 times per second.

Whoa, that sounds great! you say. I'd never need a $3000 gaming PC to play high-end games with all graphics settings on high again because it's played on a server and not my PC! you say. Oh, sure, it sounds great, but you are essentially playing a game online. And playing games online means lag. Lots of lag. Lag. In a single player game. Wut?

Lag in a single player game is utterly absurd. It's stupid and pointless. Online, yeah, I can see how playing with other people might cause lag. But by yourself? No.

Oh, and lest we forget, EVERYTHING is stored on these servers. ISP suddenly decides to kick the bucket for the day, because some wire got cut? Oops! No internet! Which also means, drumroll...no games! Because they aren't on your computer! Major bummer, dude!

So, in short, you can have your OnLive. But when the internet decides to go down for a few hours, and you are bored out of your skull, I'll be on my 360 having fun. Or playing Portal on my PC. Or doing other fun things that you could not do.

Because I'm awesome like that.

Can't stop the signal, Mal.

Random rantings and such

So, you know what sucks? Having to deal with cars for six hours. SIX HOURS. And that's after driving for five hours yesterday, when it should have only been two, maybe two and a half. GRR CARS.

So, changed oil and rotated tires with my father today. For six hours. Had to go to AutoZone twice.

See, we couldn't get a bolt to fit properly in the wheel, since the genius who put in my breaks over at Les Schwab used a 250 psi gun to put the screws on...when they needed at most 115 psi. Stripped the bolt to hell.

And I learned this from a black dude named Gary, who has obviously seen his share of cars. Why does it matter that he is black? Because I love the way black men speak. Case in point, Morgan Freeman. That man could tell me he just murdered my entire family with a chainsaw, and his soothing, smooth, silky voice would STILL calm me down. In fact, Morgan Freeman's voice is who I hear sometimes when I am reading. Anyway, black men can have voices ranging from badass to soothing. I love it. Can't explain why. Just do.

Anyway, yeah. I really should have a point to this post. So. Uh. Gimme a minute here.


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Conspiracy theories! There we go!

Ha. Thought of something.

First off, let's talk about...Chem Trails. Because someone on campus pointed to the contrails of a plane that were lingering and was like "Dudes, it's a chem trail..." as she walked by myself, my girlfriend, and a few other couples.

What is a chem trail? SUPPOSEDLY, it's a trail of chemicals that are put out instead of a contrail from an airplane.

Status: DEBUNKED. No such thing. Chemicals don't act like that in the air. Too bad, girly.


Next, Area 51!

Groom Lake, Nevada, a testing site for ultra-top-secret planes. Do they house aliens and things there?

Hell no.

Wait, wha-?

No no, stop, don't look at me like that. They DID house that stuff there (in theory, anyway), but it's been MOVED, to another dried lake bed not far away. Evidence? I watch the goddamn discovery and Sci-Fi channels. Plus, Wiki it. Those theorists over at Wikipedia keep that thing in good condition, considering it is probably monitored 24/7 by the G-men.

How 'bout BLACK HELICOPTERS?!?!

Copters that are top-secret government use only, no identifying marks on them, painted only black. Not even a tail code. Nothing.

Do they exist? I would like to think so, but I can't say I've seen one, so...


Finally, the Bloop. It's Cthulhu, man. There's no other explanation. We have found R'lyeh. Cthulhu Fhtagn.

Either that, or the Nessie migrated. Take your pick.


That's it for now, more to come.

Can't stop the signal, Mal.

The traffic

Wow, the traffic here has been staggering in here as of late.

Wait, was that a tumbleweed? And will someone shut up those crickets?

*sigh* No one has bothered to comment. But, really, what is this but an outlet for creativity, a release? I should not let the fact that no one really reads this to get me down, although I come to my blog with a smile on my face, only to lose it when I see that the total number of comments is still at an amazing 1.

Which gets me to thinking.

Do we do things, take actions, just to please other people? Not even something for ourselves, but to look good for others? Are we conceited? I like to think so, as we even have a term for people who try to please a specific group, "posers." A person who wants to be in the group and tries too hard, so it's to the point where it's obvious that they are just trying to be part of the group, not even for their own pleasure anymore.

Do we really have a need to reach out to others, to gain approval? I know I do. I ask my girlfriend a lot of things, even if I know I don't need her approval, just to have a reaffirmation. Almost as if I doubt myself, but checking with someone else, anyone, makes it OK.

I dunno, maybe it has something to do with group mentality, which I have seen more than my fair share of. People want to feel they belong, especially to a group. The group does things together, travels together, etc. The group I was in freshman year did EVERYTHING together. Homework. Free time. Eating meals. It felt as if I had lost the individual to a machine, as if I was simply a gear or a cog. I was a part of the whole, not independent. Not even thinking.

And then it happened.

The "leader" of our little group attempted to do heinous things, thus creating a large rift in the group. My girlfriend and I broke off from the group. We became individuals again, with our own schedules. Yes, they usually included each other, as couples are wont to do, but they did not revolve around anyone but us. We no longer sought approval, so to speak, from the group to even go to dinner. We began living life on our own terms.

When the group saw this, it realized the fallacy of its own group mentality, that it had stripped the individual for the group (ok, maybe not quite a fallacy, but I like the word, so I'm using it). It was then that the rift was once more cleaved open, breaking the group down further. Half the group is now on our "side" and acting as individuals. The other half are still in a group mentality, doing everything together (one wonders if they even must breath in sync for the sake of the group).

So, what does this this nice story mean?

Pssh, yeah, like I'm just going to spoon-feed it to you. Besides, I was proving a point I already said at the top of this post. Stop being lazy and go back and read it.

That's it for now, see all you people who aren't actually reading next time.

No idea what the next post is going to be about, it'll be a surpriiiiise!

Edit: Fixed a spelling mistake. And I call myself a writer...

Can't stop the signal, Mal.