ah, sweet geekery
This weekend I want to see the Silent Hill movie in theaters, but I've heard it's pretty bad and confusing, with stilted cheesy acting (rather like in-game cutscenes!). So to ease the pain, I think before I (and others?) see the film, I should prepare a couple cocktails.
A Bloody Mary goes without saying. Maybe a Maria's Delight or a Henry's Last Hurrah as well? (anyone who gets why that name in conjunction with Silent Hill makes me laugh is sick and a huge dork, just like me.) But there definitely needs to be a Pyramid Head cocktail. It'd have to be something I invent, so I ask you, fellow gaming geeks who know of PH -- what would you put in a Pyramid Head cocktail? Some part of that drink's making would have to involve a huge knife, and maybe grenadine for that lovely red color? Or should it be similar to a Bloody Mary, something really spicy and painful that kicks your ass?
Lately I've been thinking a lot about houses and moving and expenses, since our lease runs up May 31st. Dylan and I have talked a bit about what we'll do, but we're mainly waiting to see what our lease renewal says. I feel much better about my rental rates and the housing market here after being to California, though. The boss's son and I saw a ton of real estate ads, and the cheapest we saw -- for a fricking double-wide -- cost $300K. Holy schnikes. So reading this on Metafilter made me wonder what parts of California Forbes is talking about. I didn't read the actual article, since Forbes has one of the worst commercial websites on the 'net, but the comments about it are comedy gold. Take for instance,
"Am I the only person here who would want a really cool, really big house?
Only if it had an elevator that ran all the way from the observatory on the roof down to the secret submarine base in the sub-sub-basement. The submarines wouldn't have to actually go anywhere -- it would be sufficient to have a retired Nautilus from Disney World on a small subterranean track (now that I think about it, that would be fuckin' AWESOME), but my dream home definitely has a secret underground submarine base.
Also, I would like enough land to employ Ludicrous Scale siege engines. Just because the medievals couldn't build a trebuchet 200 feet tall doesn't mean I can't. I'd use it to fling old doublewides."
Yeah, I could justify spending several million dollars on a house if it had an underground submarine base. With laser-equipped guard sharks, naturally. Or maybe attack squids. That'd be awesome. :D
A Bloody Mary goes without saying. Maybe a Maria's Delight or a Henry's Last Hurrah as well? (anyone who gets why that name in conjunction with Silent Hill makes me laugh is sick and a huge dork, just like me.) But there definitely needs to be a Pyramid Head cocktail. It'd have to be something I invent, so I ask you, fellow gaming geeks who know of PH -- what would you put in a Pyramid Head cocktail? Some part of that drink's making would have to involve a huge knife, and maybe grenadine for that lovely red color? Or should it be similar to a Bloody Mary, something really spicy and painful that kicks your ass?
Lately I've been thinking a lot about houses and moving and expenses, since our lease runs up May 31st. Dylan and I have talked a bit about what we'll do, but we're mainly waiting to see what our lease renewal says. I feel much better about my rental rates and the housing market here after being to California, though. The boss's son and I saw a ton of real estate ads, and the cheapest we saw -- for a fricking double-wide -- cost $300K. Holy schnikes. So reading this on Metafilter made me wonder what parts of California Forbes is talking about. I didn't read the actual article, since Forbes has one of the worst commercial websites on the 'net, but the comments about it are comedy gold. Take for instance,
"Am I the only person here who would want a really cool, really big house?
Only if it had an elevator that ran all the way from the observatory on the roof down to the secret submarine base in the sub-sub-basement. The submarines wouldn't have to actually go anywhere -- it would be sufficient to have a retired Nautilus from Disney World on a small subterranean track (now that I think about it, that would be fuckin' AWESOME), but my dream home definitely has a secret underground submarine base.
Also, I would like enough land to employ Ludicrous Scale siege engines. Just because the medievals couldn't build a trebuchet 200 feet tall doesn't mean I can't. I'd use it to fling old doublewides."
Yeah, I could justify spending several million dollars on a house if it had an underground submarine base. With laser-equipped guard sharks, naturally. Or maybe attack squids. That'd be awesome. :D