Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Not a fan

I simply cannot believe the absolute absurdity that those who come up with fanfic pairing names devote to their names of choice.

Quall? Squinoa!? ZELLFIE?!? Believe me, it hurts to type them.

I mean, I only read my first fanfic two or three weeks ago, and I only encountered these names this past weekend. But I honestly cannot avoid flailing my arms while shuddering at the mere thought of these terrible names. And I'm not exaggerating.

At least it's an easy way to clear off my desk.

The Road To Hell Sure Isn't Paved With Samuel Johnson

Well, so much for my resolve to try and come up with a new post daily. I just don't do enough, it seems. Or maybe it's that I do too much, and didn't have time. Yeah, that sounds better. At least I came back and wrote another post while actually genuinely wanting to. That right there is pretty impressive, given my track record with starting things and losing interest part way through.

All you have to do is take a look at my catalogue of unfinished games. Everything from every PS1 Final Fantasy game (that's 7, 8 and 9) to Test Drive Unlimited to Theme Hospital to Solitaire - I just always lose interest. It gets too hard, or too boring, or too complicated, or I run out of time. In fact, I think the only game I've actually finished so far is Call of Duty 2. And I've only done that on Easy - I know friends who have beaten it on Veteran.

I might turn things around this summer, though. I've only just started FF8 (if you can call 7 hours of effort 'just started'), so who knows? Maybe I'll get somewhere with that. And I'm almost on the last campaign in Halo - how much harder can it get? So there it is, my 2007 Summer Good Intention - to actually finish more than one game. I've certainly got the time.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

With great irrelevance comes great irresponsibility

I have no idea what I've just gotten myself into.

This is the point where I stop and think, "What am I doing?" Because I really have no right to inflict my thoughts upon the few - make that very few - that will end up reading this, I'm sure. But every now and then, I get some hilarious idea, or I make some silly connection, or I get so incredibly worked up over someone else's stupidity that I feel like I'll explode if I don't put it somewhere. Ever seen those pizza pocket commercials, where the pizza pockets go pop? It's hard to resist the overwhelming urge to prevent that from happening to yourself. It really is.

So that's what has dragged me here, to write down my musings in hopes that someone might actually read them. Ahh. Nothing like basking in self-preservation.