THE EXCITEMENT OF MY LIFE
This weekend was spent at my house instead of Ian's for a change - we fully intended to go on a Chicago Adventure, but due to the cold we didn't actually do much besides eat delicious, cheap Indian buffet food and see the Muppet Movie in a theater! (Which was phenomenal, moreso for the fact that the print they were screening seemed to be uncropped (in certain shots you could see hands manipulating the puppets' feet, or Kermit's body scrunched up towards the bottom. Is it like this in the movie anyway? I've never seen it all the way through))
Aside from that I decided to start playing some old videogames again - I started Psychonauts again, and then picked up from where I left off on Bioshock (hint: v. early). I'm not sure how I am better at a first person shooter than a platforming game, but I think it has something to do with Bioshock being easy to play even for those of us who come from a race of blind cave amphibians that use their highly sensitive olfactory organs to find food? Maybe that's a bit much?
(I guess it helps that I'm a) playing on the easiest setting and b) progressing through the game with the intent of harvesting the little sisters. HURRFL BLURF MORAL DILEMMA no guys, this is just a bundle of polygons that resembles a little girl. A little girl with horrible, glowing eyes and slugs for innards.)
THINGS I AM NOT LIKING SO MUCH ABOUT BIOSHOCK, A GAME THAT HAS ALREADY BEEN EXTENSIVELY REVIEWED BUT SHUT UP OKAY???
1. Everything has this creepy plastic sheen! Okay, I guess it's alright if it's creepy, but in part of the gardens I found what looked like a cat stuffed animal. Immediately I thought "ha, this thing is so totally not a real cat! I will hit it as I do not believe it will bleed!"
And then I hit it! Oh no! Gross, it's totally supposed to be a real cat. Thanks, bioshock. Thanks for making me realize I am more concerned for the wellbeing of a polygonal dead cat than I am for the wellbeing of a polygonal little helpless monster girl. Poop.
2. SHUT UP ATLAS I AM LISTENING TO THE RECORDINGS OF DUDES THAT ARE PROBABLY DEAD! Jeez! He is always piping in when I am listening to some sad russian lady talk about how she is repulsed by the little sisters (BUT REALLY SHE IS ONLY DISGUSTED BY HERSELF! OOOOOO SHOCKING)
3. Finding a dead Big Daddy and finding that it's named "Rosie," and then finding that its weapon is a rivet gun. HAR HAR but listen guys, I seriously doubt ol' Rosie did any riveting at all. AT ALL!
4. I keep whacking things with my wrench that totally shouldn't bleed, but then they do! EWWWW COME ON. Come on. How was I supposed to know those sculptures were dead dudes covered in plaster? Besides it being the only possible outcome, I mean?
5. Houdini Splicers, you are a load of assholes. SIT STILL JESUS. I am uncoordinated. BLERG!
Okay bye guys. IT IS MEXICAN BUFFET DAY.
Aside from that I decided to start playing some old videogames again - I started Psychonauts again, and then picked up from where I left off on Bioshock (hint: v. early). I'm not sure how I am better at a first person shooter than a platforming game, but I think it has something to do with Bioshock being easy to play even for those of us who come from a race of blind cave amphibians that use their highly sensitive olfactory organs to find food? Maybe that's a bit much?
(I guess it helps that I'm a) playing on the easiest setting and b) progressing through the game with the intent of harvesting the little sisters. HURRFL BLURF MORAL DILEMMA no guys, this is just a bundle of polygons that resembles a little girl. A little girl with horrible, glowing eyes and slugs for innards.)
THINGS I AM NOT LIKING SO MUCH ABOUT BIOSHOCK, A GAME THAT HAS ALREADY BEEN EXTENSIVELY REVIEWED BUT SHUT UP OKAY???
1. Everything has this creepy plastic sheen! Okay, I guess it's alright if it's creepy, but in part of the gardens I found what looked like a cat stuffed animal. Immediately I thought "ha, this thing is so totally not a real cat! I will hit it as I do not believe it will bleed!"
And then I hit it! Oh no! Gross, it's totally supposed to be a real cat. Thanks, bioshock. Thanks for making me realize I am more concerned for the wellbeing of a polygonal dead cat than I am for the wellbeing of a polygonal little helpless monster girl. Poop.
2. SHUT UP ATLAS I AM LISTENING TO THE RECORDINGS OF DUDES THAT ARE PROBABLY DEAD! Jeez! He is always piping in when I am listening to some sad russian lady talk about how she is repulsed by the little sisters (BUT REALLY SHE IS ONLY DISGUSTED BY HERSELF! OOOOOO SHOCKING)
3. Finding a dead Big Daddy and finding that it's named "Rosie," and then finding that its weapon is a rivet gun. HAR HAR but listen guys, I seriously doubt ol' Rosie did any riveting at all. AT ALL!
4. I keep whacking things with my wrench that totally shouldn't bleed, but then they do! EWWWW COME ON. Come on. How was I supposed to know those sculptures were dead dudes covered in plaster? Besides it being the only possible outcome, I mean?
5. Houdini Splicers, you are a load of assholes. SIT STILL JESUS. I am uncoordinated. BLERG!
Okay bye guys. IT IS MEXICAN BUFFET DAY.