Peer Pressure Works!

It has been a busy couple of weeks! Between a 2009 roster set for Football Mogul 2010, a new podcast (oh yes, it is in the works bitches!) and this sucker, that has pretty much been my free time.

Again, if you hit the Scribd button in the Top Left and go to their site, it’s probably going to be a little more readable without use of binoculars. It turned out a LOT better this time…proper planning and only adding images once the writing is 100% done tend to be GOOD things!

So, I sorta forgot to even talk about Week 1…yay for me being a dumbass. I’m 1-0, but it was an ugly, ugly win. And week 2…

Basically, I’m fucked.

My top pick, running back LT, is out. My #3 wide receiver, Anthony Gonzalez, might be out for half the damn season. One of my better linebackers, Jerod Mayo, is on crutches and in a knee brace. After one fucking week this team is torn to shit!

Okay, I’m flat out dropping Gonzalez, and I’ll replace him with Washington’s Antwaan Randle-El. He’s back in the slot where he’s always been productive, had a great game last week, and his team is playing the Rams…I could put up 6 catches and 80 yards on the Rams this year.

Even though Jamal Lewis is banged up, I’m elevating him to the starting line-up as his team faces Denver. The Broncos are to run defense what government is to good fiscal sense.

On defense it’s goodbye Mr. Mayo and hello to Curtis Lofton of the Atlanta Falcons. He’s a good, tough play maker who did a great job for me when I grabbed him last year.

I’ll get more in detail about the line-up I’ll be using tomorrow, but at least I’ve got some band-aids in place now.

Thought I’d forgotten about this, eh? Of course not! Having experienced all the fun of fighting against a legion of Down’s Syndrome soldiers solo, I an only imagine that commanding more guys will work absolutely flawlessly. Pardon me a moment, I have to go laugh until I pass out.

Oh, I actually finally remembered to thumbnail all the photos, so click them to see them big. I can learnz stuff!

First off, I noticed something when the game was loading up that hadn’t previously caught my attention. This is the ratings screen that pops up during the load sequence…notice anything a bit odd?

Mild sexual themes??!! Did they discard the Army’s ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ policy at some point? Weird…also, if you see a scenario entitled ‘Exploiting the Rear’, maybe you should avoid it…

Anyway, that juvenile attempt at jocularity out of the way, on with command!

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I’ve been doing quite a bit of reading over the past week, and in that time I’ve torn through 3 separate books…two non-fiction, one fiction. Each one of them was a great read…well, two were great, one was a decent follow up. I would (and do) recommend any and all of them to anybody bored enough to be reading this post.

And every one of them splattered a little gloom gloss on whatever girly piece of my insides it is that produces those ‘feelings’ things.

First up was a book called House to House : A Soldier’s Memoir. Written by David Bellavia, a retired Army serviceman, it’s his account of the rather brutal fighting in Fallujah in late 2004. Along the same lines as many of the soldier blogs I frequently read, what I liked about the book was its completely unflinching look at combat. This guy doesn’t hold anything back…ANYTHING. I’ll copy out an example from the book (a quick description…the unit is under fire. They bust in to a home and find a bunch of scared women and kids. They also  find a room filled with guns still hot from being fired and a group of Iraqi men stinking of gunpowder and laughing. They have to keep advancing, but can’t leave them alone for fear of being shot in the back, so they flex-cuff them to the gate out front of the house. They have managed to free themselves and several have met a swift and explosive end thanks to the 25mm. turret on a Bradley fighting vehicle. Then the last is accidentally shot in the gut by one of his fellow insurgents) :

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Oh it’s SERIOUS now, beeyatch! DP be throwin’ down them gangsta beats with his posse! It be ON!

Hammer was more gangsta when he tried to go hard core.

A few questions :

-Why can’t cops handle taking down a woman armed with a pasta spoon?

-Why is the pirate kid apparently sent to a prison out of West Side Story, complete with choreographed broom wielding ‘toughs’?

-Why the fuck are the Klingons in this video at all?

-Why are they trying to equate a guy SELLING stolen warez with someone copying them? They’re two very different crimes, as anyone with half a fucking brain would know.

Anyway, enjoy peepz!

This video would have benefited from the smooth rhymes of Buzz Aldrin

As some of you may know, I’m JUST A BIT of a sports fan. I actually straight out forgot to post my season predictions last year, so I might as well get them in here now…before I forget again.

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It is with great regret that I bring you the following news.

Eaner Pantalon was found this morning laying face down in a pool of his own distinctly wine scented vomit. Alcohol poisoning…or poisoning at the hands of any of the approximately 7,013 people who despise his existence…is believed to be to blame.

We will all miss Father Eaner. Truly he was a great, great man…a delightfully irreverent bastard if ever there was one!

In actuality, the saved games have just up and vanished. I’m not entirely certain what the Hell happened, but I suspect the newest version of CCleaner for some reason saw them as garbage files to be removed…it’s kind of hard not to take THAT a little personally.

So yeah, Father Eaner is gone. I did enjoy writing the AAR for the three chapters that it lasted, though. That’s something I will certainly look in to again, once I’m finished with one of the games I’m currently neck deep in (The Witcher and Dawn of Discovery). Actually, I’ve been meaning to give Hearts of Iron 2 : Doomsday another shot, so I might do an historical AAR…maybe play as Canada. Or do a serious-minded one this time…perhaps Republic : the Revolution would work for that. Plenty of options!

And of course, my continued delving in to the mixed up disaster known as Arma 2 shall continue! There isn’t anything quite as entertaining as playing a game so unbelievably, brainlessly stupid.

I drafted 6th. I put the goddamn league together, and I get stuck picking in the middle (which sucks). Not cool. And frigging Liam went first…enjoy The purple clad boom or bust warrior, you bastard!

Without further ado, the team (and this is the team I’ll be blathering about on a weekly basis)

Quarterback : Hello, Aaron Rodgers of the Packers. Coming off a stellar year, he should be capable of repeating those stats this year.

I waited a LOOOONG time to pick a backup, and eventually went with Trent Edwards of Buffalo. Not a bad choice, I think, considering he has a fair amount of talent around him. My worry is his line. (continue reading…)

During the blogging challenge, one of my posts was about Arma 2…a god awful mess of a game with potential wrapped around dog shit AI and ghastly optimization…it was like wrapping delicious bacon around a dried up husk of a turd. Well, the game’s been patched a few times, so I spent some time with the 1.2 version of the demo.

One immediate improvement, I can turn the post-processing graphics effects the fuck down. The bloom was so insanely overdone in this thing that it looked like it must have taken place in the countryside surrounding friggin’ Chernobyl.

This wasn’t the first revisit…there was one hilarious previous attempt while talking to Kelly on the phone. I was shot to death by enemies I never saw while trying to throw grenades I never did access and all the while toggling my watch. Yes, toggling…my watch.

Before we begin, allow me to give you a bit of an intro to the level of detail here…there are over 110 different commands. With that many, most buttons have more than 1 control mapped to them depending on how they’re pushed. Quickly pressing the right mouse button brings up your scope…holding it simply zooms in the view (something that took a lot of toggling various items to figure out). Of course, holding it also holds your breathing to line up a shot WHILE using the scope. Confused yet? I was.

This is but a sample. See all that toggling shit I was talking about? Yes, you too can toggle your watch…

How…errr…useful? I have no idea when this comes in to play. Do I really need to know what time it is when I get shot by invisible enemies? Really?

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Yes indeed, a month ago yet another niece was added to the equation. I hadn’t yet posted anything due to a lack of photo…that has been rectified.

I see a future of tying damsels to railway tracks and cackling masterfully while drumming her fingers together and watching her plots come together. And she won’t be one of those crap villains who unloads the entire plot to the good guys! Nope, she’ll see a good guy…and she’ll shoot ‘em in the head!

After all, Lillian has already stolen the name of Liam and Kim’s daughter. She’s well on her way to a life of crime.