Last night was lots of fun. I made a trip to East Lansing because I was on break from my post-bachelor classes at OU. Initially, I thought I had made a mistake in coming; I came alone and everyone was very busy with school work or had gone home. I guess that's what happens when you make impromptu plans. Around 11 pm, I met up with two friends, who had gone to a SMB event, and proceeded to have an excellent evening of liquor and music.
During my alone time, I had a chance to reflect on how busy my week had been. I had finished two exams, read way too many pages from text books and written too many pages that I probably won't read again. You could say I took the time to stop and smell the roses.
During that time alone, I was texting my cousins. I find it very refreshing to listen to the thoughts and impressions of a young mind. They are not diluted and set in their ways, like some adults are. It's usually at this point in time that I wish I had siblings, but my cousins would do and I wouldn't trade them for anything.
Another interesting notion I discovered: People don't like to see other people alone. Not that they are willing to do anything about it, but mostly it disturbs them when they see other people enjoying a night out on their own. I was enjoying the sights and sounds of East Lansing alone last night and I felt that people were trying to figure out if I was just anti-social or if I just didn't have any friends. I have come to a point in my life where I don't NEED people around to have a good time, although it is always welcome. As you all might know, I had some trouble with not having a girlfriend. I understand now that people have trouble with being alone and it's because we are a social species. It is a learned behavior from our early ancestors and it would ensure safety in work toward the common defense of the group as a whole.
All in all, excellent evening and I look forward to another tonight!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Shoot to Thrill
Invictus - William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Rock down to Electric Ave.
Xbox Live = Crack
I recently got Modern Warfare 2 and also found a way to use my MacBook as a wireless network bridge. In other words, I connected by Xbox 360 to my MacBook to play on line instead of buying a $99 wireless adapter. Little did I know that this would turn into a slight addiction. I mean, I've played online before, but never like this. Sometimes, I find myself day dreaming about various kills I had made or how to attack different maps during multiplayer matches. I figure this is what World of Warcraft players went through: hours and hours of immersive play. It is so immersive, that it could dominate you life.
When I first started out, I would play for a few hours at a time. Simply, I was a pathetic human being that was good at killing other people's characters online! Now, I scaled back and only play about a half hour per day because I have other stuff to do (like school, eating, sleeping, etc.).
Xbox Live is hilarious. Some kids in the 10-14 range are just comedic gold. For instance, during a match, in which I had made 20 kills, one kid kept coming back to where I was sniping, and I kept shooting him. After my team had won the match, he accused me of cheating. After he flung a few insults my way, I was finished listening to his asinine words and quipped, "Hey kid, go cry to Mommy. Oh and tell her to buy some condoms before she comes over to my house tonight." What was intended to stop this kid from being a whiny loser (hence forth known as Whiny) turned into comedic gold and caused the people waiting in the match lobby, to erupt in laughter and further taunting of Whiny. Whiny then proceeded to swear some more and left the lobby.
I guess this is why video games have ratings on them. Whiny, I hope you grow up soon. At the least, I hope you hit puberty soon so we can try to take you seriously next time.
I recently got Modern Warfare 2 and also found a way to use my MacBook as a wireless network bridge. In other words, I connected by Xbox 360 to my MacBook to play on line instead of buying a $99 wireless adapter. Little did I know that this would turn into a slight addiction. I mean, I've played online before, but never like this. Sometimes, I find myself day dreaming about various kills I had made or how to attack different maps during multiplayer matches. I figure this is what World of Warcraft players went through: hours and hours of immersive play. It is so immersive, that it could dominate you life.
When I first started out, I would play for a few hours at a time. Simply, I was a pathetic human being that was good at killing other people's characters online! Now, I scaled back and only play about a half hour per day because I have other stuff to do (like school, eating, sleeping, etc.).
Xbox Live is hilarious. Some kids in the 10-14 range are just comedic gold. For instance, during a match, in which I had made 20 kills, one kid kept coming back to where I was sniping, and I kept shooting him. After my team had won the match, he accused me of cheating. After he flung a few insults my way, I was finished listening to his asinine words and quipped, "Hey kid, go cry to Mommy. Oh and tell her to buy some condoms before she comes over to my house tonight." What was intended to stop this kid from being a whiny loser (hence forth known as Whiny) turned into comedic gold and caused the people waiting in the match lobby, to erupt in laughter and further taunting of Whiny. Whiny then proceeded to swear some more and left the lobby.
I guess this is why video games have ratings on them. Whiny, I hope you grow up soon. At the least, I hope you hit puberty soon so we can try to take you seriously next time.
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