• 24Sep 10

  You lose.

  Look at me. I'm a Greatest Game Villain Competition Crusher. I beat all of you. I...will bask in all of my glory.

  • Posted Sep 24, 2010 7:19 pm GMT
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• 2Jan 10

  Stuck in Pandora

  I think I'm stuck in mah avatar because I just CAN'T GET THE MOVIE OUT OF MY HEAD!!1!1

  I saw the movie yesterday with two friends in 3D, and I just have to say that it was a hell of an experience. The film had a stronger effect on me than Dances With Wolvesdid, even though it does more (rips off of it) than borrow ideas from it. Pandora is beautiful; the effects and CGI looked nearly flawless to us, and the 3D aspect only helped further immerse me into Jake Sully's struggle.

  I really felt for the characters' struggle. The Na'vi are a peaceful, one-with-nature people who are connected by a network of memories, their ancestor's voices, and traditions. (Though the plot is not particularly strong, it all seemed so surreal.) The human mercs that have touched on Pandora, however...ah, well, they're the typical, destructive, greedy humans we see in most other films who only want the resources that the Nai'vi people are living on. As Stephen Lang (Col. Quatrich) states in an interview, the emotions "ratchet up" as you notice every organism on Pandora rising up against the human threat. It certainly makes you question how united we could be if we only tried. Or if aliens attacked. (Which...is pure fantasy because we all know aliens most likely do not exist. At least, not practically or virtually to us.)

  The animals of Pandora are varied, and much more unforgiving, to say the least. They are mainly based off of RL animals and prehistoric influences, but hey--who's to say that you've ever seen such hungry animals in such breathtaking CGI-3D-awesometasticness?

  Mhmm--you HAVE to see it. It's not some simple Sci-Fi film with action; there are so many layers to Avatar to cut through. You may find an anti-American theme or you may simply find the main characters' causes to be somehow compelling. You start to breathe what Pandorans breathe after you spend 2 hrs and 30 minutes with them on-screen. You start to yearn for more of beautiful Pandora after a while. Ehhh, more like right after you walk out of the theater. Am I to blame? No, since I had the chance to cry with the Na'vi; I witnessed battle with the Na'vi! I AM PART OF THE PPLZ!!1!1

  Go see now. kthxbye

  • Posted Jan 2, 2010 6:02 pm GMT
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• 18Oct 09

  A Chronicling of My History With Fake Video Games

  When I turned six my mother gave me a Gameboy Color and a copy of Pokemon Silver. Or Gold. Or Silver-Gold.

  The cartridge of the game was black, while the art on it (on the silver sticker) included the sexy, beastly lugia--wings spread and all. However, the Pokemon seal near the left corner of the sticker said "silver/gold" instead of just..."silver."

  That cursed thing wouldn't even save. Basically, it was a fake version of Silver, and the cartridge wasn't even colored gray. The Pokemon seal didn't specify the version name, either. OK, that's alright...it's just one game. I had to appreciate what my mother had bought for me. Sure, it was from the little video games shop in the San Gabriel Valley Superstore, and it didn't quite work properly--but there were many birthdays ahead and even more presents I could look forward to.

  And soon as I was able to blink I was nine, and everyone around me had a PS2. My uncle had one. My best friend Daniel had one. As expected, I asked for a video game console--not just another portable gaming device. My father came home one day with a big box; on the font was a picture of a PS.

  And the words "PikaGame" were engraved on the flip-up cover (dunno the technical term for it, but it 's flipped open to reveal game cartridge slots). At that point I had one thought and one thought only: Why the hell do all of the fake games I get have something to do with Pokemon?

  It turned out that the game cartridge slots were too big for PlayStation games, and the machine already had "ten million" games "in one." The scumbag makers of the machine failed in that department as well, since those "ten million" games on the list of games were re-worded copies of the games that were built in.

  My dad said he got the thing for $30 bucks, and that there was no need to fret over buying somethin as expensive as a PS2.

  Finally, when I was eleven, I received from my parents a real console. I came home one day to ask my parents about getting a 360 at launch, to which they frowned upon and never replied. A week later, in the car, my dad told me he had a surprise. From the trunk of his car he hauled out a box containing--

  A PlayStation (PS, not even a PS2) bundled with a Lil' Romeo game. The hell? There are video games for lame mainstream rap artists too?? I know, I know...this has nothing to do with fake consoles and my hate for them...

  But anyway, when my bewilderment was evident he said: "What's the matter, isn't it the same as an XBOX? See? There's no need for one now, the seller told me he'd give it to me for fifteen dollars!"

  Yes, folks, this is a true story. We were not poor.

  • Posted Oct 18, 2009 9:51 pm GMT
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