Stuff, just random ass stuff
So much to cover, especially when I should be working on papers, but dammit, I need a break.
It snowed all day here today. Not enough to stick, just enough to keep me smiling all day long. Waking up to see falling snow is the best feeling in the world.
I had a conversation with Matt Mullins last night, which is always kinda strange. We are soooo different, yet at our cores, exactly the same. Everything he says makes perfect sense to me, almost as if I'd said it myself, and vice versa. It's almost kinda creepy, like we're the introverted and extroverted versions of the same person.
The song lyrics for "Tight Rope" by Papa Roach are probably the best representation of the way I've been feeling for the past couple of months now. I've been studying the work of e e cummings (I left it uncapitalized because to my knowledge, he never capitalized his name in his life and would roll over in his grave if he saw his name in all the English books) and I have to say I really admire his innovative style. He takes the term thinking outside the box to a whole new level, disregarding such traditional boundaries as punctuation, spacing, capitalization, etc.
In tribute, I've taken excerpts of these meaningful lyrics and done my best to present them in the way they I see them, e e cummings style.
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my words are Weapons
in which i murder You with
please don't be scared
please do not
Turn
Your
Head
there's no beginning
there is no End
there is only
Change
p
r
o
g
r
e
s
s
i
o
n
b
a
c
k
w
a
r
d
s
is this where We are heading
take back Your soul
forget Your emptiness
ispeakofmaddness
my heart and soul
i cry for people who ain't got
Control
let's take Our sanity
let's take compassion
and be responsible for every
Action
there is a
thin line
between
what is Good and what is Evil
I will tip-toe down that line
but
I will feel
un
st
able
my life is a
c
i
r
c
u
s
and i am
trippin' down the
T i g h t r o p e
well
there is Nothin' to save me now
so i will not look down
there is a
thin line
whatisGood B e t w e e n whatisEvil
i'm falling to the Ground
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My cousin Matt is now my personal hero. Get this, he and a few friends have started a serious paintball team here in northeast Tennessee.
Their name you ask?
"The Shockers"
This, in and of itself, is rather hilarious, but even better is the fact that they had jerseys made, featuring the symbol of the hand symbol of the ring finger pulled down on the front.
Before every match, to get themselves pumped up they chant: "What are we gonna do? SHOCK EM'!!! What are we gonna do? SHOCK EM'!!! What's our motto? TWO IN THE PINK, ONE IN THE STINK!!!" (the last line is shouted so loud and so fast that nobody can understand what they say).
Needless to say, you'd think that such a blatant use of vulgarity in a sport setting would spark uproar in the community, but nobody except the other teams even know what it means. These hicks are frigging clueless.
When I heard the story I laughed so hard I nearly cried. I'm definitely getting a jersey. I don't know how much they cost yet, but if anyone else wants one just drop me a comment.
There are moments in video games that transcend explication, that truly make one's jaw literally hang open like a dilapidated barn door. I've rarely experienced moments like this, and I treasure them as the gems they are, committed forever to my mental videogame hall of fame. A few days ago, playing Halo 2 with some friends, I had the pleasure of experiencing just such a moment. I shall regale you with the tale, so that you too may understand the bliss that comes with such an experience.
The map was "coagulation", the new version of blood gulch, and we were about 5 mins. into a game of 2 vs. 2 capture the flag. I had just grabbed the banshee in our base to go make another flag run, and had left for open air, unknowing that an enemy banshee had been lurking in the mountains, waiting for me to exit. So he comes up behind me and starts laying into me with the plasma cannon. Instinctively I pull into a ninety degree climb to shake him, but he hangs with me, flying straight up behind me. Seeing that my banshee has had about all it can take, I hold X to exit the craft. That's when it gets crazy.
As soon as I am free of the banshee, it explodes above me. It was a very close call. But my adversary is still flying upwards firing at my descending form. However, since I am still holding X, I actually jack him in mid-fall, expelling him from his own craft. My jubilation is short lived, though, when I see that my enemy has hit the ground and locked onto my craft with a rocket launcher. But just as he begins to release the fire button which will surely spell my doom, THE CHARRED HULK OF MY FORMER BANSHEE LANDS ON HIS HEAD, killing him instantly and giving me credit for the kill. Talk about fucking karma.
This is by far the coolest series of events I have ever witnessed in a game. Props to Bungie for giving me a MAN-GASM.
I guess that's about it for now, I need to get back to my slave labor. Fucking college not letting me play video games or write as much as I want to.. oppressive ass pieces of.. ::continues mumbling to self::
-The Mountain Keen-
It snowed all day here today. Not enough to stick, just enough to keep me smiling all day long. Waking up to see falling snow is the best feeling in the world.
I had a conversation with Matt Mullins last night, which is always kinda strange. We are soooo different, yet at our cores, exactly the same. Everything he says makes perfect sense to me, almost as if I'd said it myself, and vice versa. It's almost kinda creepy, like we're the introverted and extroverted versions of the same person.
The song lyrics for "Tight Rope" by Papa Roach are probably the best representation of the way I've been feeling for the past couple of months now. I've been studying the work of e e cummings (I left it uncapitalized because to my knowledge, he never capitalized his name in his life and would roll over in his grave if he saw his name in all the English books) and I have to say I really admire his innovative style. He takes the term thinking outside the box to a whole new level, disregarding such traditional boundaries as punctuation, spacing, capitalization, etc.
In tribute, I've taken excerpts of these meaningful lyrics and done my best to present them in the way they I see them, e e cummings style.
-------------------------------------------------
my words are Weapons
in which i murder You with
please don't be scared
please do not
Turn
Your
Head
there's no beginning
there is no End
there is only
Change
p
r
o
g
r
e
s
s
i
o
n
b
a
c
k
w
a
r
d
s
is this where We are heading
take back Your soul
forget Your emptiness
ispeakofmaddness
my heart and soul
i cry for people who ain't got
Control
let's take Our sanity
let's take compassion
and be responsible for every
Action
there is a
thin line
between
what is Good and what is Evil
I will tip-toe down that line
but
I will feel
un
st
able
my life is a
c
i
r
c
u
s
and i am
trippin' down the
T i g h t r o p e
well
there is Nothin' to save me now
so i will not look down
there is a
thin line
whatisGood B e t w e e n whatisEvil
i'm falling to the Ground
------------------------------------------------
My cousin Matt is now my personal hero. Get this, he and a few friends have started a serious paintball team here in northeast Tennessee.
Their name you ask?
"The Shockers"
This, in and of itself, is rather hilarious, but even better is the fact that they had jerseys made, featuring the symbol of the hand symbol of the ring finger pulled down on the front.
Before every match, to get themselves pumped up they chant: "What are we gonna do? SHOCK EM'!!! What are we gonna do? SHOCK EM'!!! What's our motto? TWO IN THE PINK, ONE IN THE STINK!!!" (the last line is shouted so loud and so fast that nobody can understand what they say).
Needless to say, you'd think that such a blatant use of vulgarity in a sport setting would spark uproar in the community, but nobody except the other teams even know what it means. These hicks are frigging clueless.
When I heard the story I laughed so hard I nearly cried. I'm definitely getting a jersey. I don't know how much they cost yet, but if anyone else wants one just drop me a comment.
There are moments in video games that transcend explication, that truly make one's jaw literally hang open like a dilapidated barn door. I've rarely experienced moments like this, and I treasure them as the gems they are, committed forever to my mental videogame hall of fame. A few days ago, playing Halo 2 with some friends, I had the pleasure of experiencing just such a moment. I shall regale you with the tale, so that you too may understand the bliss that comes with such an experience.
The map was "coagulation", the new version of blood gulch, and we were about 5 mins. into a game of 2 vs. 2 capture the flag. I had just grabbed the banshee in our base to go make another flag run, and had left for open air, unknowing that an enemy banshee had been lurking in the mountains, waiting for me to exit. So he comes up behind me and starts laying into me with the plasma cannon. Instinctively I pull into a ninety degree climb to shake him, but he hangs with me, flying straight up behind me. Seeing that my banshee has had about all it can take, I hold X to exit the craft. That's when it gets crazy.
As soon as I am free of the banshee, it explodes above me. It was a very close call. But my adversary is still flying upwards firing at my descending form. However, since I am still holding X, I actually jack him in mid-fall, expelling him from his own craft. My jubilation is short lived, though, when I see that my enemy has hit the ground and locked onto my craft with a rocket launcher. But just as he begins to release the fire button which will surely spell my doom, THE CHARRED HULK OF MY FORMER BANSHEE LANDS ON HIS HEAD, killing him instantly and giving me credit for the kill. Talk about fucking karma.
This is by far the coolest series of events I have ever witnessed in a game. Props to Bungie for giving me a MAN-GASM.
I guess that's about it for now, I need to get back to my slave labor. Fucking college not letting me play video games or write as much as I want to.. oppressive ass pieces of.. ::continues mumbling to self::
-The Mountain Keen-