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In case you haven't yet seen it, the Nintendo Revolution is no longer the Nintendo Revolution.
Introducting to you, Nintendo Wii.
Let the jokes begin. Here, I'll start.
Hey, anyone want to come over and play some party games with my Wee?
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When cleaning the dust off your displayed legos, attaching the soft brush nozzle to the vacuum cleaner and attempted to suck the dust off is, in fact, not a good idea.
R.I.P. Lego General Tarkin. Your services to the Imperial Lego Fleet will not be forgotten.Current Mood:  mischievous |
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I normally don't post about video games, given my relative rabid love for them compared to everyone else, but this is cool. Very fucking cool.
Will Wright is a genius. For those who don't know the name, he's the guy who created the Sim series. Personally responsible for SimCity (and its three subsequent sequels), SimEarth, SimAnt, as well as The Sims. Now he's responsible for Spore.
Spore is Sims on a whole new level. If you ever dreamed of being to create your own microscopic organism and guide it, shape it, through the entire course of evolution to the point where it has become a budding civilization vying for intergallactic dominance, this is something to keep an eye on. The entire thing is dynamic and writes itself as it goes. This man and his team are pure fucking geniuses.
He gave an hour long demonstration/speech at the last Game Developers' Conference, which someone has posted on Google Video in two formats. For the less interested, there is the edited version that shows just the gameplay (with him taking through it at the same time). It's very much worth a watch for even the mildly curious among you. It does, however, weigh in at just under 36 minutes. You can watch it here.
The full, unedited version that includes all his intermittent speeches (including a very humourous outlook on the Carebears and the Kingdom of WhoGivesAShit) is an hour long and be seen here.
Enjoy. (That means watch it. Somebody bloody watch it!)
Mar. 4th, 2006 @ 05:04 pm
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Cute bunnies? Sex? Sold!
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/bunny.php
... How does one have sex with 3.5 people, anyways?
Feb. 16th, 2006 @ 09:09 pm
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If I were disgruntled right now, I might make a face like this: -_-
Most everyone would recognize this face and understand that I'm, to some degree, annoyed or irritated and most assuredly -not- smiling.
But hey, don't take my word for it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smilies#Basic_examples_3
... Silly people. >.>
Feb. 16th, 2006 @ 01:08 pm
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Wednesday, March 22, 8:00pm
Tickets are $52.50.
3 hours of pure Dream Theater.
Am I going alone? Please let me knowby the end of the week, or die.
Octavarium will be performed, so that's reason enough for me to go. ^^
And, yes, for you silly soapsud people, they're hard progressive rock / metal.
Jan. 22nd, 2006 @ 05:08 pm
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| » C'est toujours le même! |
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- If you drop Confiance from more than three metres above ground level, he will always land feet-first.
- Confiance can give birth ten days after being born, and is born pregnant!
- The most dangerous form of Confiance is the bicycle.
- Every day in the UK, four people die putting Confiance on!
- In the kingdom of Bhutan, all citizens officially become Confiance on New Year's Day!
- Astronauts get taller when they are in Confiance.
- Confiance has four noses.
- Edinburgh imports three thousand kilograms of Confiance every year!
- Olive oil was used for washing Confiance in the ancient Mediterranean world!
- Abraham Lincoln, who invented Confiance, was the only US president ever granted a patent.
Fear my bicycle wrath!!
( Meme? )
Jan. 16th, 2006 @ 01:57 am
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Whoops~! I let my domain name expire and no longer have email. That'll be fixed Monday or Tuesday, I should think, but until then.. LICK A STAMP!
And in other news, I've got noodles on my back.
Jan. 14th, 2006 @ 09:21 pm
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Dream Theater comes to Toronto, March 22 at Massey Hall. \(´^_^)/ Anyone want to come with me so I'm not there alone? .. *crickets* .. Anyone..?
Jan. 13th, 2006 @ 07:33 pm
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I have been tagged by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) lonicus. Woe is me.
I am to write down five days that you are a looking forward to in the next month (in
chronological order), and then tag 5 people to do the same. Everyone has been tagged, or they simply don't do anything if they are tagged anyways, so bleh.
1) Saturday, November 19. Friends.
2) Saturday, November 26. Friends.
3) Saturday, December 3. Friends.
4) Saturday, December 10. Friends.
Sadly, because a mont h spands only a four-week period, the list ends there.
This meme sucks and made me depressed. Boo on all of you.
Nov. 12th, 2005 @ 07:09 pm
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I have been assaulted, my innocence torn from me like a baby gasping for breath, with a list of things that make me happy. Damn you, Lady of the Jutea!! *shakes angry fist*
1. Can I cop out and say 'friends'? Seriously. I think it's obvious.
2. Dogs. I was going to say animals in general, but there's just something about their waggy tails, the bouncy walk, the beady eyes that perceive so much yet still remain oblivious.. Moving on.
3. Music. Gets me through the worst of moods, and makes the better days even that much greater. <3
4. Rain. I adore the pitter-patter it makes on the windows, the freshness of the air, and the green it leaves on the grass when it's done. A little rainbow never hurts, either.
5. Getting something done. It's such an accomplishment to actually finish any project I plan to start, I feel simply astounded when it's over. Speaking of which, this list rocks. I feel good now. ^_^
Zappity-zap, go go cognoscente, lindodles, shoshy04 and wolfbite! That's everyone on my list who hasn't been tagged already. >.
Nov. 8th, 2005 @ 02:43 pm
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 Tyler, September 1991 - October 2005.
I miss you already.
Oct. 28th, 2005 @ 01:58 pm
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| » To the Faithful Departed |
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Xena developed a cancer in the kidneys about two weeks ago. She was given antibiotics to try and subdue it; they didn't work and it only got worse.
She was put to sleep today.
My throat hurts too much to cry.
Aug. 29th, 2005 @ 01:15 pm
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Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart
Lost in the dark
For hope I'd give my everything.
~Nightwish, 'Nemo'
Sometimes you care so much for something, or someone, almost to a frightening point where you're willing to do something stupid for sake of... anything happening, really, even when you know you probably shouldn't. Even when you feel you're beyond your bounds.
Today I did just such a thing, in an attempt to regain contact with a dearest friend I've been sorely missing talking to. I'm frightened to find out what happens next, and find myself dying to know. I miss the wholesome talks, the laughters, nights that lasted until one fell asleep on the other (metaphorically speaking), the shoulders and the compassion... the serenity all brought. I miss it, and I'm clingy and wholly selfish like that -- I long for it again.
Le-self-pity sigh. We shall see.
I need to update this more often. And give it a new layout.. I need to do lots of things... But, my parents are gone for the next two weeks, so I fully plan to get myself drunk and record one or two stupid things during the course of this time. Be frightened..
*Maniacal cackle* .. -_-;;;
Mar. 28th, 2005 @ 11:10 pm
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I may have wasted all those years
They’re not worth their time in tears
I may have spent too long in darkness
In the warmth of my fears
As I walk through all my myths
Rising and sinking like the waves
With my thoughts wrapped around me
Through a trial of tears
~Dream Theater, 'Trial of Tears''
I feel cooped up. Caged in, I feel a burning desire to strike out and destroy the shelters I've so meticulously built. To see the light again, to see life again. But where would I go; what would I do? There would be no more shield, no more safe hide-away in which to avoid the scalding rays of life. To be alive again.. To truly live..
It's funny, how dearly we cherish the feeling of freedom. We live in a fairly structured society in which, if you wish to remain a constructive part of it, you must oblige by the guidelines set before you. Deviate.. and, well, who knows what might happen. Some veer left only to find failure; a life of misery and eternal regret to haunt their waking memories. Others might veer right, and find not excitement, but reassurance that is a society populated by people. But veer as you might, always -- always -- must you return, at some point, to the path you once left. You must settle down, and rest your weary bones upon the seat awaiting your arrival. And then? Wasted space, perhaps.. Maybe you leave behind your mark, and raise some young budding souls, teaching them the way of life -- teaching them to fill the shoes you were forced to leave behind. To fill the life you left behind.
Is this life?
I wonder where I'm going; to this end, I have little clue. There are days when I wonder if anyone else does; if they do, I'd like to know their secrets for discovery. Maybe there is no secret -- maybe it just smacks you in the face one day. "Hi, I'm your future -- hope you like it." Regardless of knowledge, of direction, still, we must decide. We must set ourselves a general direction for fear of missing that golden opportunity, the golden apple that brings fruitfulness into our lives. But to what end? To extent do we, should we, go to to grow that apple? What if we sow the wrong seed entirely, or miss the prime of the crop season? Do we settle for less? For that matter, how do we this is "less" -- what if this is, in fact, as good as it gets. So how far do you go? How far would you reach, would you stretch yourself, to catch but a glimps of that golden glimmer? Would you risk it all away, for but a single day? To what end?
What if love is on the line?
What if it isn't? What if you don't know? What if there's the potential? Rubbish -- there's always the potential, isn't there.. But what if that's your window -- what if your window for freedom now is the very same window as for your happiness tomorrow? Your future is on the line here -- your everything is at stake. Would you risk that all for a simply time of soulful peace, a moment of pure freedom? Could you live with the consequences if you failed, and missed that precious window.. Could you even imagine what it would feel like.
I couldn't.
...
I'm almost tempted to find out.
p.s. Happy Salad Day~! \(´^_^)/
Jan. 14th, 2005 @ 04:26 pm
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I hate myself and who I've become. I wonder if I'll ever find the means, or strength to change again. Sometimes I wonder if I ever even changed at all, if I was always this way, this person, this foul thing, only I never peered into the mirror close enough to see behind the eyes and breach the water's surface. I find it hard to fathom that I was always this way, as this idea brings forth the questions of other people's tastes and preferences, or their levels of tolerance.. Surely I did not reach as far as I had being the way I am; surely I could not have. Surely something would have been spoken, someone would have given warning, somehow..
Or am I just that good at hiding? Is this the one thing at which I am skilled above all others at, the calling of my life? To hide and not be seen, to shroud myself in a vale behind which no one shall see. To say "I'm okay" in a perfectly convincing manner.. I don't know if I was or not.. I know only now that I'm not.
When did it all begin? How does one slip to tumble down the spiral stairs and never be the wiser of their descent towards darkness? I find myself so confused, so very... conflicted. I'm not sure where to turn, what to speak, to whom to listen, and none of this worries me. There has been a single thought plaguing my mind, a pointed question that finds it way to the forefront at both dawn and dusk; ever present, it lingers, waiting an answer I cannot provide. But frightening enough as the base question itself is, pales in comparison to the entire whole it presents, the paradoxical nature it creates, ever reflecting upon itself to realize that I'm not so sure I wish to find any answers, to solve any problems, or to make even the slightest of changes over my current state of being. I know I am lost; I do not know that I wish to be found. I feel I can achieve greatness; I do not feel as though I wish to try. I believe I could be happy; I disbelieve that it matters. I find my soul to be empty of all but nothingness; I find no desire to see it filled. All stem themselves from the single question that refuses to leave me for all that it banishes itself just by being. When did this happen? How does this happen? .. or did it even happen it all -- perhaps it simply always was. I cannot help but wonder..
Why don't I care anymore?
It's an ability I seem to have lost along the way, if I ever even had it -- I'd like to think highly enough of myself to at least grant the benifit of doubt on that matter -- and one that has been lost for some time now.. A couple of years, at the very least. Being at state of neither peace nor turmoil but rather an empty slate of nothing, do I really want it back? Life could be a lot worse than this. This is nothing. Next to others, I likely have it good -- very good. Does this matter? .. I don't know. I don't know anything.
Not true. I know one thing: I've had enough glasses of wine to make me rather tired now. "Enough" meaning one.. ok.. Half of one. -_-;
Dec. 26th, 2004 @ 02:14 am
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"My fall will be for you,
My love will be in you,
You were the one to cut me,
so now I bleed forever."
~Nightwish,
'Ghost Love Score'
So someone finally woke up and gave the new Nightwish album a proper domestic release. God bless. Anyone who's even remotely a fan of hard rock/metal/completely-overblown nonsense is bound to love Once. It's heavy. Very heavy -- more so than anything they've ever written before, I think. But they use a live orchestra on about half of the songs, making for some of the most ridiculously bombastic Nightwish to date. Some of it falls flat -- their generic metal tracks are perhaps a tad too generic, and the guitar solos generally need a lot more fleshing out. There's nothing kooky-fun like Wishmaster either, unfortunatly. But really, it has one single song that completely trumps all other things, and it alone makes the purchase a worthwhile one. I'll give in to delicious irony, and post it. ^_^
This is truly where Nightwish shines, I think, when they do shit like this. If they would only write more material like this, and less of the generic metal, I'd be all over them like.. something. I'd love to see how they pull this off in concert though -- if they rebook their Toronto show, I'm going.
Now go buy the cd.
Dec. 15th, 2004 @ 03:03 pm
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