Call of Duty owns me

Or pwns me, if you prefer. It's true. I just can't sit at home for more than 10 minutes withought the thought entering my mind- Hey, go power up that magical box and bask in the glory of realistic modern combat fps greatness. Heck, the only reason I was able to come up here at all to write this entry is my controller died, and I didn't have any backup batteries on hand.

Guitar Hero had a great enough hold on me, what with the ever present possibility of improving my score and beating previous records for Freebird. I thought I couldn't get any more obsessed than that, when the only thing that kept me from it was the frequent build-up of pain in my fingers, my body's way of saying "What the fuck, man?! Cut it out already!"

But then I got Call of Duty 4, and my willpower went out the window. At first I was just enjoying the single-player campaign, where I knew eventually I would get tired of my hopeless attempts at beating Veteran level. But then I opened my very own Pandora's Box of gaming: xbox live multiplayer. I had played Halo online before, so I thought I knew what I was getting into. I quickly learned how wrong I was. If you don't know already, CoD4 has totally awesome gameplay and design, which would be enough on it's own, but the guys over at Infinity Ward apparently didn't want anybody to ever stop playing this game, because they added a feature to this game that is so addicting that there should be a warning from the Surgeon General on the box.

The rpg elements of CoD4 taps into my greatest weakness: leveling up. I don't care how bad it is or how many times I've played it; as long as I have nothing better to play, I will not stop obsessively leveling in whatever crappy game you throw at me. Normally a game with a character leveling system has a storyline and quests and sidequests that you eventually tire of and at some point it's just not worth raiding the goblin's cave again. But put those rpg elements into a dynamic multiplayer experience where nothing is scripted and each game is unique and I don't think I'll ever get tired of this.

Alas, my epic fail.

Things My Warped Mind is Convinced is Wrong With Me

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder
Schizotypal Personality Disorder
Assorted Phobias including but not limited to needles and people without eyebrows
Schizophrenia
Diabetes and various other illnesses that I know nothing about
Racism
Bipolar Disorder
Anxious Personality Disorder
Some sort of speech impediment
Self loathing/pity
Insomnia
ADD/ADHD
Cancer
Kleptomania
Pyromania
Not human... ness
Neuroticism
Hypochondria
Munchausen Syndrome

Total Lame-o

If you've been reading this blog you've probably decided that I'm just that person who starts a blog, journal, sleep diary, whatever with the forced conviction of keeping up with it on a regular basis for all of forever, but then just flakes out after just a few entries and tries to just forget about it and watch TV. Well you're right; I am that perrson. I hate myself for it, but it's true. I come up with excuses that usually involve me forgeting about it, but the truth is that I'm always thinking about the things that I should really be doing and what I can do to stop thinking about them. At any given moment I'm thinking of one to two (out of about 7) of the things I should really be working on at the same moment. Right now the only reason I was able to get myself to write this is that the show I'm watching on here needs time to load. Heck, right now all I can think about is wrapping this up without actually finishing my thought because I know it's fully loaded now.
I'm a weak person, so I'll just do that.

Intermission!

Here as attonement with forgiveness and nicetude for not finishing that last post in time is my favorite fan-translation of a manga ever. You may or may not recognize the source material as Death Note, but please don't post any spoilers in my ever-so-empty comments section, because apparently people still get really angry over being told about things that already came out almost a year ago.

and why do these things keep coming out so damn small??!

Webcomic Weekly

Ha! It's still Saturday, so I have not failed myself yet! I ended up spending most of the day looking at lolcats and catching up on Grey's Anatomy, but no longer! (And no, this does not make me less of a hunk of manlyness- in fack it shows that I am very comfortable with my masculinityness...itude.)

My crazyness aside, this week's installment brings us to my favorite victorian-era webcomic, Wondermark.

Now, due to my afforementioned crazyness, I have to publish this post now, before midnight, or else....I don't know, my teeth will fall out or something. So for now....I don't know, imaginary readers, just hang on, and I'll finish this later.

Webcomic Weekly

Alright, I needed something, anything, to make me write regularly, so I introduce this, my Webcomic Weekly, where I recommend a webcomic each week...until I run out of webcomics. That's it. Enjoy.

For my very first entry, I would like to introduce a relative newcomer to the wide world of webcomics, WE THE ROBOTS.

From the mind of Chris Harding comes a world where technology evolved from the promordial ooze instead of organic life. Though Harding assures us that his strip is not to be taken as a social or political commentary, the little bots paint a bleak little picture of modern life.

WE THE ROBOTS is always entertaining, and Harding always gets me with his dry wit and humor. There is always the danger of being reduced to a sobbing, broken shell of a man, but hey, if you can't laugh at yourself, what can you laugh at?

Hurry up and read it now! There's only 4 months to catch up on: http://www.wetherobots.com/

Chris Harding is also quite the animator, as can be seen in his award-winning short, Learn Self Defence (bonus points if you can spot the satire): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyV1OuJyT4I

PS: Feel free to drop a comment. It'll help me believe that there are actually people reading this.

My name is Miss Lewis S. Alaric.

Ok, I just got this email, and I have no idea what it is or what to think because I don't usually get emails like this. I guess it's spam, but don't they usually have a link to a cheap Viagra knock-off site somewhere in there? Or it's more along the lines of the destitute Nigerian prince who desperately needs your money- but there's no request for money, just promise of "buisness relationship," not even a hint of perhaps requiring a small investment on my part. I guess that comes later.

Iam Lewis S. Alaric.
Abidjan Cote D'IvoireWest Africa

Dear One,

Permit me to inform you of my desire of going into business relationship with you. I Come across your profile and have Decided to get in touch with you after my prayer, to see if you can help me alliviate this problem. Ican't imagine how you will feel receiving a sudden letter from a remote country far away and probably from someone you are not closely related with. But all the same, I believe we do not need to be of blood relativesbefore we can establish cordial relationship.

My name is Miss Lewis S. Alaric. i am The only child of (Late Mr. Kaluga) who was shot dead during the last political crisis here in Cote D'ivoire on his way to work. Hearing the news of my fathers dead lately in the night by his lawyer,i ran to his bedroom and carried away some important belongings and move it to the interior village for hiding. I later discovered that My father willed in cash, the sum of $12.5Million US Dollars which hedeposited One Trunk Box in a Security Company In OVERSEAS but there was condition

(1) That I must be 25 years or above before this fund can be release to me,
(2) That upon request for the release of the fund, there must be evidenceof investment intentions,(3) To invest this fund in solid business,Such as manufactures factory orcompany,Real Exstates,or agriculture investment.
I contact you therefore to confirm if you can absorb me in a partnership in your company or possibly advise me on any investment opportunity in your country. we shall reach an agreement, that you will stand on my behalf and claim this very Fund from the Security Company in ovearseas.
and transfer it into your account there in your country. and after all I will come over to your country to finish my education and commence business partnership with you and the fund.
I expect your urgent response including your addresses, your telephone and fax number.

Thanks for expected cooperation
Respond to me urgently if your are interested
My regards,

Silvia

So, yeah, I just thought I'd share this with you, Interwub.