"I'm gonna enter a hot dog eating contest!"
Inspiration is awesome!
Seriously, think about how you could be really pissed about something, and then you hear something, like a song that identifies almost flawlessly with that particular emotion. You continue to drive down this road of contemplation, and suddenly, your own thoughts and inspiration comes flooding in, causing you to act.
This is what happens when I write, or am inspired to draw something. Art is born from the inspirations of others and infinate experience. As a writer (*cough*) I just appreciate how this all falls together for me sometimes. Like when I think of some cool lyrics. Being pissed about something, then hearing a particular music artist whose writing style causes me to create some wild shit of my own. Life is tasty.
I beat Condemned: Criminal Origins today! I also earned myself a shitload of Gamerpoints by doing so. Poo Cat 47 now has over 1000 Gamerpoints on his profile, kick ass! Gamerpoints are nothing more than bragging rights online, proving that you've accomplished what you have in your games to prove to the gaming community that you know your shit, and aren't fucking around when you step into the fray. Fantastic right? Yeah, I thought so. Anyway, the game was awesome, anyone that picks up a 360 in the future and loves horror in the vein of Silent Hill and various First Person Shooters, should really pick this one up. Granted, it was relatively short, but the whole time you play it you will be on the edge of your seat wondering where the fuck the next person to annihilate is going to come from. I particularly loved the Crawlers, you could never see them until they were right up in your face because you couldn't afford to be staring at the ground all the time to look for them. I also appreciated snapping the necks of the Deranged Hobos.
I'm hungry. You go swish now!
Seriously, think about how you could be really pissed about something, and then you hear something, like a song that identifies almost flawlessly with that particular emotion. You continue to drive down this road of contemplation, and suddenly, your own thoughts and inspiration comes flooding in, causing you to act.
This is what happens when I write, or am inspired to draw something. Art is born from the inspirations of others and infinate experience. As a writer (*cough*) I just appreciate how this all falls together for me sometimes. Like when I think of some cool lyrics. Being pissed about something, then hearing a particular music artist whose writing style causes me to create some wild shit of my own. Life is tasty.
I beat Condemned: Criminal Origins today! I also earned myself a shitload of Gamerpoints by doing so. Poo Cat 47 now has over 1000 Gamerpoints on his profile, kick ass! Gamerpoints are nothing more than bragging rights online, proving that you've accomplished what you have in your games to prove to the gaming community that you know your shit, and aren't fucking around when you step into the fray. Fantastic right? Yeah, I thought so. Anyway, the game was awesome, anyone that picks up a 360 in the future and loves horror in the vein of Silent Hill and various First Person Shooters, should really pick this one up. Granted, it was relatively short, but the whole time you play it you will be on the edge of your seat wondering where the fuck the next person to annihilate is going to come from. I particularly loved the Crawlers, you could never see them until they were right up in your face because you couldn't afford to be staring at the ground all the time to look for them. I also appreciated snapping the necks of the Deranged Hobos.
I'm hungry. You go swish now!