The root of my gargantuan mp3 collection:
"I think I've had enough of the 'kid games,' 'adult games' thing. It completely misses the point. Are they afraid that playing a game with colors in it will make them a dork? Well, that boat already sailed. You play videogames? Welcome to Dorksville. You want to know how cool your videogames are? Ask your fucking girlfriend how cool.
"And if you don't have a girlfrend? That's part of the test." -Penny Arcade
There comes a point in every man's life where he must decide what he likes, and what he does not. After he has come to this point the opinions of his friends no longer matter, nor can they influence him and his preferences. Instead, the opinions of his friends become different-but-accepted, not a paradigm to memorize, follow and assimilate.
I reached this point at approximately age 3, but for all I know I may be off by a few months.
Here's my theory: 90% of everything is crap. That means you have to appreciate the 10% that's left in order to avoid missing out on an entire genre of things. This contributes to my dilettantism (which is, if it wasn't previously, now a word). Metal fans like almost all heavy metal, from Metallica to Slayer, but I just stay with the creme de la creme and sample different genres instead.
I have more diverse musical taste than anyone I've ever met. Anytime someone says they like "all kinds of music," I always manage to prove them wrong. I can always find something in my CD collection that will make a person make one of those little frowny faces and flip on the radio, so at least we're listening to music that we both think sucks.
How does this relate to the Penny Arcade quote? Very vaguely. What can I say, I just fucking love those guys. They pump out the funny like phat tunes through a 500W car-based speaker platform that is specifically designed to annoy the fuck out of you as it rolls by with its ghetto self at Too Fucking Eary in the morning.
You'll have to forgive this post, it's almost 0500 and I've been watching way too much Mr. Show. My sense of time and space has warped beyond all recognition, forcing me to reconsider the study of being as being, the cosmic order of subordinate beings-at-work that--
Jesus Christ, I've also been reading way too much Aristotle. Those Greeks can really fuck with your mind. Where are my Doom novels when I need them?
"If there was a red keycard anywhere on that level, I'm a purple-assed baboon."
Aristotle can just shove that in his pipe and smoke it.
"And if you don't have a girlfrend? That's part of the test." -Penny Arcade
There comes a point in every man's life where he must decide what he likes, and what he does not. After he has come to this point the opinions of his friends no longer matter, nor can they influence him and his preferences. Instead, the opinions of his friends become different-but-accepted, not a paradigm to memorize, follow and assimilate.
I reached this point at approximately age 3, but for all I know I may be off by a few months.
Here's my theory: 90% of everything is crap. That means you have to appreciate the 10% that's left in order to avoid missing out on an entire genre of things. This contributes to my dilettantism (which is, if it wasn't previously, now a word). Metal fans like almost all heavy metal, from Metallica to Slayer, but I just stay with the creme de la creme and sample different genres instead.
I have more diverse musical taste than anyone I've ever met. Anytime someone says they like "all kinds of music," I always manage to prove them wrong. I can always find something in my CD collection that will make a person make one of those little frowny faces and flip on the radio, so at least we're listening to music that we both think sucks.
How does this relate to the Penny Arcade quote? Very vaguely. What can I say, I just fucking love those guys. They pump out the funny like phat tunes through a 500W car-based speaker platform that is specifically designed to annoy the fuck out of you as it rolls by with its ghetto self at Too Fucking Eary in the morning.
You'll have to forgive this post, it's almost 0500 and I've been watching way too much Mr. Show. My sense of time and space has warped beyond all recognition, forcing me to reconsider the study of being as being, the cosmic order of subordinate beings-at-work that--
Jesus Christ, I've also been reading way too much Aristotle. Those Greeks can really fuck with your mind. Where are my Doom novels when I need them?
"If there was a red keycard anywhere on that level, I'm a purple-assed baboon."
Aristotle can just shove that in his pipe and smoke it.