Hackin it up, cuttin it down..
I've finally made it to the 100th page of my rewrites. Im pretty happy about this but the thing is that Ive noticed that I'm going through my first draft with a red pen like a German Tank division through France. I'm marking down parts that are misspelled, not worded properly and sections that just didnt work the way I thought they would and im going back and doing the actual changes once I get through the entire 326 pages. Ive got a lot of work ahead of me.
In other news, I think I'll share the horror story that was the midnight Madden 07 event that I had to deal with past Monday/Tuesday. I'll give you the summarized version for time's sake. So I had reserved and paid off my copy of Madden 07 last monday at midnight. I get down to the fucking store at 11:30 and theres already a line of about 15 people there outside the door. I go and get in line and wait for the next half hour like an asshole to pick up my shit. Well, as the time grew nearer, more people started showing up. I say people because from the nearest I could tell they were human beings but that was about the only similarities they shared to normal people.
Motherfuckers came up in Escalades with spinners and loud ass car stereos, broke down ass Astrovans from 1985 with their seven bad ass kids in the car honkin the horns, One dude in a fast food uniform and -I shit you not - a row of GOLD TEETH that he was braggin to his friend about, people came walkin up in groups of like six looking like they came out the damn 'beat it' video...and one really REALLY scared lookin white dude.
If that wasnt bad enough, I couldnt help but overhear the conversations. From what I could decipher through the cryptic southern ghetto babble that barely passes as a language and sounded more of like a combination of a drunken slur and pidgeon english, they were already acting a damn fool. Half the motherfuckers didnt have their receipts, or as they called it 'TICKETS', and were already talking about "if da mu'fuhz doan gimme mah game imma bead dey azz" and "dey doan gimme mah shiz dey gone hear bahd diz un duh newz."..Oh yeah, start some ghetto ass shit at the store because your dumb ass lost your 'ticket'..yeah, thats not buffoonery or anything.
Everytime another car would pull up, it turned into a scene from fucking Boyz N tha Hood with everyone turning to face the car and staring the drivers down like they were waitin for a fucking drive by or some shit. Then of course there were the cell phones that all had their custom rap ringtones. After hearing a fucking midi version of MC Shithead's "Doan Wan Smack Mah Bitch up", then came the damn drunken slurrings of ghetto hicks again. I was horrible. I was half expecting someone to throw a chair and a riot to break out. They should have just fulfilled every stereotype and brought buckets of chicken and started shootin dice against the wall. Why leave any out? It was already like being in a show on the UPN, why the fuck not go all the way?
To make it worse....Madden 07 isnt even that good a game.
Jesus H Christ shufflin' off to buffalo I hate the fucking south.
In other news, I think I'll share the horror story that was the midnight Madden 07 event that I had to deal with past Monday/Tuesday. I'll give you the summarized version for time's sake. So I had reserved and paid off my copy of Madden 07 last monday at midnight. I get down to the fucking store at 11:30 and theres already a line of about 15 people there outside the door. I go and get in line and wait for the next half hour like an asshole to pick up my shit. Well, as the time grew nearer, more people started showing up. I say people because from the nearest I could tell they were human beings but that was about the only similarities they shared to normal people.
Motherfuckers came up in Escalades with spinners and loud ass car stereos, broke down ass Astrovans from 1985 with their seven bad ass kids in the car honkin the horns, One dude in a fast food uniform and -I shit you not - a row of GOLD TEETH that he was braggin to his friend about, people came walkin up in groups of like six looking like they came out the damn 'beat it' video...and one really REALLY scared lookin white dude.
If that wasnt bad enough, I couldnt help but overhear the conversations. From what I could decipher through the cryptic southern ghetto babble that barely passes as a language and sounded more of like a combination of a drunken slur and pidgeon english, they were already acting a damn fool. Half the motherfuckers didnt have their receipts, or as they called it 'TICKETS', and were already talking about "if da mu'fuhz doan gimme mah game imma bead dey azz" and "dey doan gimme mah shiz dey gone hear bahd diz un duh newz."..Oh yeah, start some ghetto ass shit at the store because your dumb ass lost your 'ticket'..yeah, thats not buffoonery or anything.
Everytime another car would pull up, it turned into a scene from fucking Boyz N tha Hood with everyone turning to face the car and staring the drivers down like they were waitin for a fucking drive by or some shit. Then of course there were the cell phones that all had their custom rap ringtones. After hearing a fucking midi version of MC Shithead's "Doan Wan Smack Mah Bitch up", then came the damn drunken slurrings of ghetto hicks again. I was horrible. I was half expecting someone to throw a chair and a riot to break out. They should have just fulfilled every stereotype and brought buckets of chicken and started shootin dice against the wall. Why leave any out? It was already like being in a show on the UPN, why the fuck not go all the way?
To make it worse....Madden 07 isnt even that good a game.
Jesus H Christ shufflin' off to buffalo I hate the fucking south.