Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Tang Tang
I have updated. By popular request. Actually, it was one request – and it wasn’t as much of a request as it was an observation. But anyway, here it is.
What have I been doing lately? I have been contemplating my existence and possible reasons for my supreme rise to mediocrity, to which I have found too many solutions to display. I have not determined the actual reason among the multitude, but it leads me to believe that almost all of them are true in some way or another.
Alumni band practice was fun, or at least it would be, if it weren’t utterly unfun. I congratulate the alumni on escalating the alumni experience to one that can be likened to the army experience, or beating myself in the nuts with a heavy wrench repeatedly. They have plumbed the depths of boredom and dictatorship, and revealed new depths previously unknown to my ignorant little brain. Congratulations.
I watched Charlie with the guys. Reviews said it was average at best, and I am glad that the newspaper reviews constantly remind me how good it feels to be intellectually superior to the masses. I cannot blame a majority of the locals for being mindless retards. I have always known that emotional intelligence was a curse, not a blessing. It was an awesome show, rich in graphic imagery, artistic integrity, and as Weibin points out, references to prior classical works. It was all in all a very good show that brought to life the classic text which managed to infuse so much wonder within my head as a child. Yet on many levels, the undercutting critiques on society and the modern child are pertinent and relevant. I am glad that I watched it, and I am glad that I have friends who are like me whom I can enjoy this sort of show with. When the few of us laugh at a particularly complex or subtle joke, and the rest of the theatre is silent, we are reminded of the burdens we have to bear - those of common sense and a sense of humour.
Bought my NDS on impulse today – for the tech-imbeciles, that’s a Nintendo DS. The sound quality is a notch up from the GBA, and so is the processing engine, but of course it pales in comparison to the PSP’s technical specs. Of course, that doesn’t mean anything, since the PSP’s line-up is an utter joke. Frankly, so is the DS. I have no idea what they’re both trying to prove. But at least the DS has a few playable games. Word of advice – games have to be playable before they can be played. Otherwise they’re just a technical demo. I have no doubt that I will buy the PSP once they produce their second game for it (the first being Lumines). However, you actually do, in fact, need more than two games for a system to be qualified as a gaming platform. Prepostrous, you say! Well, it’s a matter of personal opinion.
EGM’s ‘ten most ridiculous game names ever’ article cracked me up. Donkey Kong (he’s not… a monkey), Tang Tang (completely Tang free!), Boboboubo Boubobo? Haha.
My whole dental torture fiasco is starting to build up momentum. In a nutshell, I am beginning some dental treatment which makes hobos cry. I am currently up to the braces stage, and my mouth is receiving so many lacerations that I don’t talk whenever I don’t have to anymore, except to mumble profanities and other important and relevant information. So… much… blood…
That’s that for my bi-annual update, I’m going to weep. Oh yes, and congratulations to me for earning myself Rhok’delar. A pat on the ol’ bean.
What have I been doing lately? I have been contemplating my existence and possible reasons for my supreme rise to mediocrity, to which I have found too many solutions to display. I have not determined the actual reason among the multitude, but it leads me to believe that almost all of them are true in some way or another.
Alumni band practice was fun, or at least it would be, if it weren’t utterly unfun. I congratulate the alumni on escalating the alumni experience to one that can be likened to the army experience, or beating myself in the nuts with a heavy wrench repeatedly. They have plumbed the depths of boredom and dictatorship, and revealed new depths previously unknown to my ignorant little brain. Congratulations.
I watched Charlie with the guys. Reviews said it was average at best, and I am glad that the newspaper reviews constantly remind me how good it feels to be intellectually superior to the masses. I cannot blame a majority of the locals for being mindless retards. I have always known that emotional intelligence was a curse, not a blessing. It was an awesome show, rich in graphic imagery, artistic integrity, and as Weibin points out, references to prior classical works. It was all in all a very good show that brought to life the classic text which managed to infuse so much wonder within my head as a child. Yet on many levels, the undercutting critiques on society and the modern child are pertinent and relevant. I am glad that I watched it, and I am glad that I have friends who are like me whom I can enjoy this sort of show with. When the few of us laugh at a particularly complex or subtle joke, and the rest of the theatre is silent, we are reminded of the burdens we have to bear - those of common sense and a sense of humour.
Bought my NDS on impulse today – for the tech-imbeciles, that’s a Nintendo DS. The sound quality is a notch up from the GBA, and so is the processing engine, but of course it pales in comparison to the PSP’s technical specs. Of course, that doesn’t mean anything, since the PSP’s line-up is an utter joke. Frankly, so is the DS. I have no idea what they’re both trying to prove. But at least the DS has a few playable games. Word of advice – games have to be playable before they can be played. Otherwise they’re just a technical demo. I have no doubt that I will buy the PSP once they produce their second game for it (the first being Lumines). However, you actually do, in fact, need more than two games for a system to be qualified as a gaming platform. Prepostrous, you say! Well, it’s a matter of personal opinion.
EGM’s ‘ten most ridiculous game names ever’ article cracked me up. Donkey Kong (he’s not… a monkey), Tang Tang (completely Tang free!), Boboboubo Boubobo? Haha.
My whole dental torture fiasco is starting to build up momentum. In a nutshell, I am beginning some dental treatment which makes hobos cry. I am currently up to the braces stage, and my mouth is receiving so many lacerations that I don’t talk whenever I don’t have to anymore, except to mumble profanities and other important and relevant information. So… much… blood…
That’s that for my bi-annual update, I’m going to weep. Oh yes, and congratulations to me for earning myself Rhok’delar. A pat on the ol’ bean.
# posted by Paranoia Incarnate @ 6:20 AM 
