Peer Pressure Works!

Kind of an interesting online test they have on their recruiting website. I will warn you, this motherfucker is rather Flash intensive, so it sometimes takes awhile to load up.

http://team.forsvarsmakten.se/english/#

Basically, it’s to test team building. There are four of you, each with a different color in a corner of the game screen. You will be given puzzles to solve…memorization, quick problem solving, matching, that sort of thing. The more you get right, the more ‘life’ is added to the person NEXT to you. Get them wrong, and they get less life. You are completely reliant on the person before you to ‘stay alive’. And once one goes, everyone else is basically fucked.

Kind of fun. Plus, you get to curse out some fuckwit in Bremen who can’t move a circle through a screen without heading a square and thus killing you. The best I’ve managed was 2 minutes 41 seconds as part of Team BM3KX7B or something like that. We kicked some ass! Of course, we were half Canadian, so what would you expect?

Look upon the shit that is the biggest grossing movie of all time. A predictable, hackneyed, ‘seen it before’ script slapped on some gigantic smurfs, all of it overseen by Capt. Cameron and his Almighty Ego.

Sure it’s a spectacle, and the spectacle is impressive…but the spectacle is also completely and utterly false. You may as well throw on your goddamn 3D glasses and gaze in awe at some massive banks of hard drives, because that’s pretty much what you’re drooling over on the screen.

Tonight, I saw Glengarry Glen Ross for the first time. I don’t think there was a single special effects shot in the entire flick. Almost every scene was conversation. Al Pacino, Alec Baldwin, Jack Lemmon, Alan Arkin, Ed Harris, Kevin Spacey, Jonathan Pryce. And all the movie needs is conversation when guys like that are spitting out the words of David Mamet. It doesn’t need 14 bazillion dollars worth of particle effects wrapped around ham fisted crap. And it doesn’t require explanation of every single line to get the facts across. We know Jack Lemmon is desperate without some side character telling everyone in the theatre “Man, that Shelley Levine sure has reached the end of his rope…”

So fuck the ‘King of the World’ and his icebergs and painfully obvious allusions to the world. I’ll take the character study. Especially when it features scenes like this…Alec Baldwin at his goddamn best, emasculating every other character in the room with ease.

I realize that I said long (LONG) ago that I would give kind of an update on what I’m doing related to Reclaim Your Game. Well, I guess it’s about damn time I get around to actually doing that. The crazy part is how incredible different this update will be from what I imagined it might be when I initially posted that not all that long ago.

The quick answer, I left. The longer answer is…SHOCKINGLY…a little longer.

For some time, I had been growing frustrated with the way some things were going when it came to RYG. The focus often seemed to be on doing things in an order that didn’t always make the most sense to me. An example : pretty much everyone agreed that the site needed to evolve in to a non-profit and become a legitimate organization. Yet the next goal for the site is…copyrighting the name RYG and the tag line ‘DRM Watchdogs’. Seems to me that would be easier done AFTER RYG is an official organization.

Decisions would too often drag on…and on…and on. It would be said that a decision required a discussion amongst all admins, and yet that discussion wouldn’t be scheduled for weeks.

Finally, in my opinion, too many people involved had the idea that RYG was beyond where it is. I didn’t see the impetus to take care of the basics…doing things like introducing the site to the gaming press, so that once there was something to be announced it would have a chance of making site front pages. And the simple fact of the matter is, if the basics aren’t done, the rest of it is a moot point.

There’s more, but that gets my point across. I just didn’t see the point of continuing to put in the time and effort when I no longer saw things going in a direction that I felt made sense.

So that’s that. Where do things go from here? Stay tuned, bitches. Yes indeed, I am still throwin’ down the tease. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Stuff.

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Yes indeed, it’s a blog post. I hope I can remember how to write one of these damn things. Sorry, blog…I have neglected you unfairly. I haven’t even filled you with ‘compelling’ blatherings about fantasy sports leagues! If you’ll just take me back baby, things can be like they was before…like Paris baby. Remember Paris? They was the good times, baby.

So, I’ve been hinting at and mentioning stuff that I’ve been working on at Reclaim Your Game that has been soaking up so damn much of my time lately (It’s a website, baby…it’s not another blog! That TOTALLY doesn’t count! I’m FAITHFUL, baby!) and it’s time to actually get in to detail! Holy crap! A REAL post about something…errr…REAL.

I should warn you that this is likely to be fairly lengthy as it’s going to require a fair bit of back story to properly explain everything. Ready? Well, you think you are, anyway…

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Yay! More really quite inappropriate commentary and jokes in the worst of taste all used to try and pummel the self esteem of the crappy. Woohoo!

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Anyone can do a report after a quarter of the season. It takes a REAL fan to wait until the fifth week to jump in! Hellz yeah, I be big pimpin all up in this bitch!

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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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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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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.