Playstation.
i bought my ps2. it is very sexy.
O and the next nintendo system, that was codenamed revolution, is real-named Wii (pronounced ‘we’). Game consoles always have the dumbest names. Just gotta get used to them. I was really hoping nintendo would pick a good name though. Like BaddassMutha!
“Watchu wanna do, Dan?”
“Lets go play some games on my BaddassMutha!”
…That or BaddassMutha 3000.
hour of the wolf
I've been waking up, routinely, every night/morning around 3-4am. Yes, folks, the hour of the wolf, that last hour of darkness that is no longer night but morning. It's been getting progressively frustrating. I lay there not sleepy at all with all kinds of worried thoughts running round my head. The wolf has me.
The funny thing is, I don't worry much at all throughout the days. Life has been pretty chill. Just a few financial concerns here and there, which will clear up now that Liz is working. Nothing big. Work sucks like usual, but it pays the bills. Liz and I are chilling. I got some good games to play, always some wine (this week is $2 a bottle Charles Shaw Shiraz), good friends … . It's real weird: to wake up worrying every night when life has been going quite well. So enough of that.
Last night, got a surprise last-minute phone call of a rushed effort to celebrate good ol' Danny Williams' bday. This exact thing happened last year. Steven Kennedy got a bonfire down at Oceanside Harbor. It was a quiet affair. 7 people total, I think. Curt, Jay Hymes, Steve K, Danny, some chick, Alex. I told Danny he looked like a roadie for Metallica with his ponytail and beard. Thanks go to Alex for giving me a black and mild cigarillo. I hadn't had one of those in years. Danny Williams is now 20.
Danny W. and I use to be the best of friends. For about 4-5 years we hung out nonstop. Then some big affair with his parents and drinking and blah blah blah. Anyways it's the way things go. Friends come and go. It was nice seeing him but we had nothing to talk about. I'm always happy when I think of how things change. I'm always the most content with my present self.
between the seasons
Liz gets her first paycheck today.
Last night, she got up in the middle of her sleep to eat pitas with hummis. I guess the quesadillas I had made for dinner (I mixed the salsa in with the cheese) weren't enough. The light woke me up from a dream I was having of shopping mall girls in stockings. And skirts. It was worth it, though, to see her naked standing over the counter, stuffing her face. She smiled at me when she saw me looking at her. I quickly fell back asleep.
(Office Space + Dilbert) - the humor = my job. I am forced to listen to the most inane of conversations, repeatedly, incessently, daily. It is hard for me to comprehend how little work some people do. And at the same time, how much work has been passed onto me. If I was just allowed to listen to music and make my own hours, it would be all right. But as it stands, I am much less a capitalist.
In other news, the PS2 just dropped from 149 to 129. I will be getting one soon.
The busiest Sunday ever.
Now that we both have to wake up at 530am for our full-time jobs, Liz and I wake up early on the weekends. This is great not only for the wake-up sex, but also for going out to breakfast. Just down the road from our house is the Vista Way Cafe. It used to be called Little Debbies Cafe, back when my dad would take me once a month or so before School.
The name change is unfortunate, because Vista Way is the name of the damn road, but the food is excellent. I had a BLT and Liz had a broccoli and cheese omelet.
After that we got our grocery shopping done for the week. Then Liz wanted to clean our apartment and I was in a volunteering mood. She cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen floor. I dusted the apartment, cleaned the kitchen and vacuumed. It took us about two hours.
Then, almost directly after that, we went to Curt's house to begin helping him (and his bro Ben) move. Now I know that they weren't expecting to move till next weekend, and just signed the lease the day before, but damn this was the worst, most unorganized move ever. Nothing was packed at all. There were no boxes.
It took six hours to move the bulk of their stuff. Most of the time was spent trying to figure out what was going on. And Ben yelling. Six hours! For two brothers to move. It should have taken half the time.
But after we were done and hungry as hell, his parents treated us to Pizza Port. We had some portzels, a BBQ chicken pizza, a veggie pizza, and some great brews. We started off with Wipe-out IPA, and then had the beer Pizza Port is famous for: Carlsbad Chronic.
I slept very well last night.
Currently Playing
I bought a few PS2 gaems a while ago before purchasing the actual PS2. Then with Liz down here, money has been very tight so I keep having to push back the purchase. She has begun working though, I should be able to get the console next month. In the meantime, Roy pitied me and has been leaving his PS2 at my apartment for different periods of time. I have been working my way through this extremely enjoyable and beautiful RPG:
I love RPGs. Many people don't. They find the turn-based battles to be boring since you just have to point and click on what you want your character to do. But I love the decision-making process involved in all of this. Especially in great RPGs like Final Fantasy when I find myself on my toes trying to keep my party alive while attacking the enemy. I find this much more satisfying then the brain-dead, button-mashing combos other games require.
What really makes RPGs memorable, however, is the stories. RPGs, unlike most games, have much the same guidelines as movies and books do in regards character development, plot (twists and turns), events and so on. All of these have to be extremely engaging to make a good RPG. Once your involved in one, you don't wanna stop till you beat it. And then you regret it because the journey's over.
I have already put around 30hrs into this gaem. A good RPG is anywhere from 40-60. Sorry if this is the most boring post yet. Here's another pic to keep you pleased:
Imperial Russian Stout
The 2006 IRS was released yesterday. The IRS is black as tar and 10.8%. It’s amazing. I had one of my 2005s to celebrate because I wasn’t up to searching out the local liquor stores to find out who got the first shipments of the 06. I have done this before.
I watched Annie Hall last night. This was one of the few Woody Allen movies I had not seen, and, to my surprise, it was my favorite yet. Damn it’s funny. I haven’t watched too many ‘intellectual’ films in a while, so it was good that I was entertained by one instead of bored.
I then had a dream in which Liz and I were inside a haunted house that was throwing everything it could at us. We were able to deal with the ghosts by throwing some sort of photon light beams out of our hands. I think we were magicians of a sort. When the house mustered up all it could, and T-rex busted through one of the walls, we had to run like hell. Luckilly, there were tons of people (see:victims) outside. So Liz and I ran to a safe spot near a beach, and watched the T-rex devour them all.
The dream was, of course, a result of drinking the IRS.
Photomaster 2000 (aka ‘my main man’)
Since I have no camera, scanner or computer of my own, almost all pictures on this blog will be courtesy of my good buddy Roynon. A photography major, he always has his camera with him while we're chillin. You should check out his art page to see all of the sick pics he's posted. Browse through the gallery cause it goes back to over a year ago. He's also a professional ballet dancer, a genius on the cello and a master of World of Warcraft.
*He is single, ladies. ;)
Lord of Cataan
I was pronounced Lord of Cataan this weekend, twice. I did have to tell the losers (Liz, Jason and Curt) that it IS written in the rule book that they must hail the winner 'Lord of Cataan'. They didn't seem to impressed by my knowledge of the intricacies of the gaem. I have played it over ten-hundred thousand millions times, tho.
Liz and I playin it last year in my old room:
I've been playing this gaem for far too long, folks. It started way back a year or so before college ('99 or 00) when Greg and I went to Gabe Naves house. Gabe owned the gaem and had already completely mastered it. I remember he completely schooled Greg and I. Then it wasn't until my second year of college, when Brian Dykema got the game as a gift from his now-spouse, that I saw the gaem again. We played it in his dorm like coke addicts, before, between and after classes. It then became the craze at Redeemer.
I couldn't cut the habit and had to buy the gaem myself at the end of that year. In California, I got my dad and Jason Martin into it. The best memory from that summer is when Jason and I took the gaem with us during our Las Vegas trip. During summer in Vegas, you dont leave your hotel room until the sun has set. So Jay and I played Cataan straight like 6 hrs a day.
And now I'm sick of Cataan. I cut the habit a long time ago and dont want anything to do it. But, alas, Jason and Liz are still into it. And I was forced to recently introduce Roy and Curt to the game (both already have expressed there desire to play more, more, more!).
It seems I am forever doomed to be Lord of Cataan.
Tonight!
My parents are enjoying a vacation in Paris and I am taking advantage of the siteation.
We are all heading over to their house around six o'clock. Probably get some spicy orange chicken from Quick Wok (I worked there the last summer before I left for college), some brews and make some whiskey sours.It's been a while since my parent's house was where most all the chillin took place. Awww the good old days before rent, bills, … what am I talking about: I love living in my own apartment doing what I will.
Our excuse for going over is to give their cat, Happy, some attention. Yeah lol.
Here's a pic of us chillin in my old room a month or so before I moved out (like 6 months ago):
Can you see Ajay, my indian friend, passed out on the bed behind me? And here's a pic of Phil and I smoking on the roof of the house right outside the room. Smoking on the roof of the house is one of the only traditions I have to pass down to posterity.
Take Warning: this site will almost never ever be updated on weekends per lack of personal computer. All of the updates take place while I am "working". 
Gaems Gaems GAEMS!
This is how I begin each morning, with a cup of coffee, black.
I just love how the video gaem industry manages to pump out 4-5 horrible gaems a week. I suppose Hollywood does the saem with movies. But with gaemspot reviewing all the gaems, its too good. Here you go, folks:
Rebel Raiders: Operation Nighthawk (PS2) 5.4 (mediocre)
“Rebel Raiders is an arcade flight combat game that’s quickly and mindlessly consumed and then forgotten immediately.
Monster 4X4: World Circuit (XBOX) 4.7 (poor)
“Monster 4×4: World Circuit manages to make the act of driving comically gigantic trucks through destructible environments a complete and utter bore.”
The Apprentice (PC) 3.0 (bad)
“If this haphazard collection of minigames was the best the developer could muster for an Apprentice game, The Donald may be due for a firing spree.”
