Someone else's baby
I think I might have been a jerk last night. We were at the office for game night and a co-worker was playing the demo for Def Jam Icon. The game has two or three nice things going for it (being the way the world environment interacts with and deforms from the music), but it's otherwise another side-scrolling fighter with a really questionable Black Men Curse and Fight Near The Chinese-Owned Grocery theme and no fucking HUD. It's only the demo sos I hope that the other playable characters and/or locations are like UltraMan at the H&R Block or Pablo Piscaso at the Alien Lunar Base- something fun for a change. Anyways, another co-worker made the comment that the game should quell any doubts about video games being art- I assume because he thought that Def Jam Icon was bringing such a new, definitive outlook to the table as to silence all comers. I looked down and smiled to myself, trying to internalize my SAY WHAT? reflex. Travis says I'm being too harsh about the whole thing, but I thought it was hilarious.
But that's not me being a jerk. It is, I mean, but that's not my pennacle of jerkdom from where one would naturally measure the total sum of jerk in a given constraint. Oh, no.
Crackdown, the demo of another future X-box game, was loaded and it's best described as GTA with superpowers. The art is trying a little bit of stylization with very saturated colors and a very slight amount of procedural cel-shading. Not a stretch by any means, but not exactly brown = real either. Everything was going fine until someone referred to the stylization as duh duh dum Comic Book Style. Some may recall my expressed dislike for The Phrase and everything it stands for and everyone that ever uses it (including myself) and everything everywhere at any point but I will have you know that I'm trying to be cool when it comes to CBSing. I said absolutely nothing, but I swear before god and man, I flinched so hard he immediately apologized. I don't even think he knew why he was apologizing. That's me being a jerk right there. I reacted so violently to a innocent, offhand comment that I, silently, prompted enough guilt in the speaker for him to offer verbal restitution. That's pretty jerky. I will admit it's slightly awesome, too, just 'cause I can't normally get anyone to notice me at all. I guess I have the lamest Hulking out power ever.
In other news, I bought bras over the internet. I hate buying bras as I have a long list of must-not-haves (underwire, bows, lace, decoration of any sort, thin straps, absence of padding) in a bra and plus I hate the public act of toting around my possible underware in front of strangers. It is shitty enough that I'm burdened with tits that do not magically float without assistance- I don't think I deserve the indignity of prancing around a Target with a BeDazzled bra on a tiny hanger perched at the end of my outstretched middle finger. Fuck that shit in the pooper. THE FUTURE REALLY IS NOW.
But that's not me being a jerk. It is, I mean, but that's not my pennacle of jerkdom from where one would naturally measure the total sum of jerk in a given constraint. Oh, no.
Crackdown, the demo of another future X-box game, was loaded and it's best described as GTA with superpowers. The art is trying a little bit of stylization with very saturated colors and a very slight amount of procedural cel-shading. Not a stretch by any means, but not exactly brown = real either. Everything was going fine until someone referred to the stylization as duh duh dum Comic Book Style. Some may recall my expressed dislike for The Phrase and everything it stands for and everyone that ever uses it (including myself) and everything everywhere at any point but I will have you know that I'm trying to be cool when it comes to CBSing. I said absolutely nothing, but I swear before god and man, I flinched so hard he immediately apologized. I don't even think he knew why he was apologizing. That's me being a jerk right there. I reacted so violently to a innocent, offhand comment that I, silently, prompted enough guilt in the speaker for him to offer verbal restitution. That's pretty jerky. I will admit it's slightly awesome, too, just 'cause I can't normally get anyone to notice me at all. I guess I have the lamest Hulking out power ever.
In other news, I bought bras over the internet. I hate buying bras as I have a long list of must-not-haves (underwire, bows, lace, decoration of any sort, thin straps, absence of padding) in a bra and plus I hate the public act of toting around my possible underware in front of strangers. It is shitty enough that I'm burdened with tits that do not magically float without assistance- I don't think I deserve the indignity of prancing around a Target with a BeDazzled bra on a tiny hanger perched at the end of my outstretched middle finger. Fuck that shit in the pooper. THE FUTURE REALLY IS NOW.