Yeah, 'cause I use subjects. Hah!
Our swamp cooler isn't working... Oh, our "evaporative cooling system." That sounds less disgusting. Anyway, it isn't working. We burnt out two pump motors in one day, and haven't had the heart to replace the second one, yet. It was at least ninety degrees in here, this afternoon. It's getting cooler, now, though. Good thing. I hate the heat... Makes me so mad. Bah.
I haven't posted in forever. Again. So... What to talk about? Well... We have four kittens in the house, now. That brings the total up to ten cats. I'm going to try to talk my mom into just letting me keep the kittens until I move out. I'll have my way! Or I won't. Cough.
Zebras have stripes. So do candy canes. Scientists have yet to isolate the cause of this similarity, but they insist that they ARE WORKING ON IT. Why are they? Because tax money pays them to. They're also working on trying to figure out what the REAL difference is between gumballs and bouncy balls.
Okay, here's something. WHY can't anyone make a GOOD shooting video game? It can't be THAT hard... I mean... There's this game called Global Operations. (get ready for it, kiddies) In this game, it is somehow possible for a soldier, be it your team's or the enemy's, to survive being shot in the face, or the head, when you're standing right in front of them. Sometimes, you can shoot them a few times. Other times, one shot does the trick. Same gun. It is also possible for those lucky bastards to survive three, yes, THREE shots from a fifty caliber anti-tank rifle. Maybe... I don't understand guns. Maybe it's somehow POSSIBLE for a man's forearm to stop a bullet half-inch in diameter from penetrating his entirety. This weapon is designed to engage TANKS at over a thousand meters... But somehow, a man at less than a hundred is able to save himself by having his arm in front of him... That game just gets me. Have that thing with the accuracy, too, where when you fire your gun, the aiming reticle widens. When the reticle widens, so does the area where your bullets MIGHT travel. That makes sense. Really. Because if you hold back the trigger of an AK-47 (which the game has) it's not going to climb until you're shooting the sky. It's just going to shoot everywhere. Yes, it will go from shooting too far to the left to shooting too far to the right, without you correcting it! There's more. Oh, is there ever more, but I'm done.
Best shooting game ever? It doesn't exist yet. Right now, you just have to go out, buy paint bullets, and load up your guns. That's ALMOST the same as really blasting people. Almost... I just don't know if I could talk my friends into dressing up like communists or terrorists or... Bunnies... If I knew how, I swear I'd just make my own game. Then it wouldn't work, because computer games don't like me very much. Not usually. Always some little problem.
I should stop, now. Oh, but I have to say something usefull or important, or at LEAST funny, for everyone that sat through me whining. Hmm...
I can create a hundred different worlds in my mind, but I can't do a thing to change this one. I can decide if billions of people will live through the night, but I don't have any say in regards to myself. I have to eat, or I will die. I have to sleep, because I do get tired. I have to work, because the scientists are working on zebras and candy canes, instead of trees that grow money. So... I wonder if I'll get to meet someone that DOES deside what happens on this world, sometime. Wouldn't that be something? The real God, sitting at a computer, writing a story about a strange race of beings with two legs, hair, and clothes. Ah, but if that's the case... A person might get onto God's level. Understand His perspective... We still couldn't change anything, but maybe we would know what He was going to write, next.
I haven't posted in forever. Again. So... What to talk about? Well... We have four kittens in the house, now. That brings the total up to ten cats. I'm going to try to talk my mom into just letting me keep the kittens until I move out. I'll have my way! Or I won't. Cough.
Zebras have stripes. So do candy canes. Scientists have yet to isolate the cause of this similarity, but they insist that they ARE WORKING ON IT. Why are they? Because tax money pays them to. They're also working on trying to figure out what the REAL difference is between gumballs and bouncy balls.
Okay, here's something. WHY can't anyone make a GOOD shooting video game? It can't be THAT hard... I mean... There's this game called Global Operations. (get ready for it, kiddies) In this game, it is somehow possible for a soldier, be it your team's or the enemy's, to survive being shot in the face, or the head, when you're standing right in front of them. Sometimes, you can shoot them a few times. Other times, one shot does the trick. Same gun. It is also possible for those lucky bastards to survive three, yes, THREE shots from a fifty caliber anti-tank rifle. Maybe... I don't understand guns. Maybe it's somehow POSSIBLE for a man's forearm to stop a bullet half-inch in diameter from penetrating his entirety. This weapon is designed to engage TANKS at over a thousand meters... But somehow, a man at less than a hundred is able to save himself by having his arm in front of him... That game just gets me. Have that thing with the accuracy, too, where when you fire your gun, the aiming reticle widens. When the reticle widens, so does the area where your bullets MIGHT travel. That makes sense. Really. Because if you hold back the trigger of an AK-47 (which the game has) it's not going to climb until you're shooting the sky. It's just going to shoot everywhere. Yes, it will go from shooting too far to the left to shooting too far to the right, without you correcting it! There's more. Oh, is there ever more, but I'm done.
Best shooting game ever? It doesn't exist yet. Right now, you just have to go out, buy paint bullets, and load up your guns. That's ALMOST the same as really blasting people. Almost... I just don't know if I could talk my friends into dressing up like communists or terrorists or... Bunnies... If I knew how, I swear I'd just make my own game. Then it wouldn't work, because computer games don't like me very much. Not usually. Always some little problem.
I should stop, now. Oh, but I have to say something usefull or important, or at LEAST funny, for everyone that sat through me whining. Hmm...
I can create a hundred different worlds in my mind, but I can't do a thing to change this one. I can decide if billions of people will live through the night, but I don't have any say in regards to myself. I have to eat, or I will die. I have to sleep, because I do get tired. I have to work, because the scientists are working on zebras and candy canes, instead of trees that grow money. So... I wonder if I'll get to meet someone that DOES deside what happens on this world, sometime. Wouldn't that be something? The real God, sitting at a computer, writing a story about a strange race of beings with two legs, hair, and clothes. Ah, but if that's the case... A person might get onto God's level. Understand His perspective... We still couldn't change anything, but maybe we would know what He was going to write, next.