Hey guys. Just wanted to share a small project I worked on three years ago. Please take a look and let me know what you think. I hope this resonates with everyone out there.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Damn IT!
I knew this would happen. I just didn't think it would happen this soon.
OK, I'm a little weird, I admit it. Here is my thought process; hear me out:
For gaming on my PS3 I like to have two profiles set-up: My main, or, primary profile; the one that I set-up when I first bought my PS3. The account that I have all my friends on, and the one that I keep track of all my trophies for the games that I intend to fully complete 100% and get the platinum.
Then I have a secondary profile set-up aptly named "Rental Profile." As the name implies this profile is the one I use when renting games so the history doesn't count against my primary profile.
Confused? In short I only want games that I intend to get the platinum for to show up under my primary profile. For all other games which I don't necessarily care if I get the platinum or leave a game unfinished, those go under my secondary account.
Why? Because I have mild OCD when it comes to this kind of stuff. It bothers me to have games listed in my history that are incomplete.
Now I only set it up this way a week ago. Everything was going fine until tonight after getting some time in with Uncharted 2. I logged in under my primary account because this is a game I intend to platinum. Well, my girlfriend came home a little while ago and since I had been playing for over an hour already I asked her if she wanted to play Wolfenstein. She said yeah.
So I save my U2 game after just getting to Ch. 5 and exit the game.
Here's where my mistake comes in: I completely forgot that I was playing under my primary profile. So what do I do? I eject U2 and casually insert Wolfenstein, and then proceed to get up to take the dog outside.
It's not until my girlfriend comes to the front door telling me, "Hey, the game won't let me load my game from last night. It only lets me start a new one."
I still haven't realized what she's saying. So I ask her, "Well did you make sure to save last night?"
And then it hits me: It's not loading up a save file because there is no save file to load up! That's because last night she was playing under my secondary profile so that's where the save file is!
Complete horror as this realization dawns on me. It's not her fault because I'm the dumb ass that should have remembered. So now my primary profile has Wolfenstein under my trophy history at 0% (which is exactly what I wanted to avoid) where it shall forever remain as a mark to my stupidity and visible mockery for my lack of responsibility to switch profiles.
OK, I'm a little weird, I admit it. Here is my thought process; hear me out:
For gaming on my PS3 I like to have two profiles set-up: My main, or, primary profile; the one that I set-up when I first bought my PS3. The account that I have all my friends on, and the one that I keep track of all my trophies for the games that I intend to fully complete 100% and get the platinum.
Then I have a secondary profile set-up aptly named "Rental Profile." As the name implies this profile is the one I use when renting games so the history doesn't count against my primary profile.
Confused? In short I only want games that I intend to get the platinum for to show up under my primary profile. For all other games which I don't necessarily care if I get the platinum or leave a game unfinished, those go under my secondary account.
Why? Because I have mild OCD when it comes to this kind of stuff. It bothers me to have games listed in my history that are incomplete.
Now I only set it up this way a week ago. Everything was going fine until tonight after getting some time in with Uncharted 2. I logged in under my primary account because this is a game I intend to platinum. Well, my girlfriend came home a little while ago and since I had been playing for over an hour already I asked her if she wanted to play Wolfenstein. She said yeah.
So I save my U2 game after just getting to Ch. 5 and exit the game.
Here's where my mistake comes in: I completely forgot that I was playing under my primary profile. So what do I do? I eject U2 and casually insert Wolfenstein, and then proceed to get up to take the dog outside.
It's not until my girlfriend comes to the front door telling me, "Hey, the game won't let me load my game from last night. It only lets me start a new one."
I still haven't realized what she's saying. So I ask her, "Well did you make sure to save last night?"
And then it hits me: It's not loading up a save file because there is no save file to load up! That's because last night she was playing under my secondary profile so that's where the save file is!
Complete horror as this realization dawns on me. It's not her fault because I'm the dumb ass that should have remembered. So now my primary profile has Wolfenstein under my trophy history at 0% (which is exactly what I wanted to avoid) where it shall forever remain as a mark to my stupidity and visible mockery for my lack of responsibility to switch profiles.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Girlfriends Are Funny
Especially when they try playing video games. Take my girlfriend for example. She was browsing through my latest copy of OPM and found their review for Wolfenstein.
"Oooo! I wanna play this!" She exclaims to me one night from the chair she's sitting in. To which I instinctively roll my eyes as a response.
OK, well, I had rented Terminator: Salvation from Blockbuster last week and tonight was the night it needed to be returned. She again mentioned to me that I should check to see if Wolfenstein was in stock, and if so, I should rent that next.
Now a little history about my girlfriend before I continue the story. According to her she used to play a lot of video games; mostly on GameCube and PC. She fondly remembers playing old school Doom and Wolfenstein on her Dad's computer back in the day. Her most recent experience with video games (not including since we've been dating) was with the GameCube of which she owned The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask and claims to have beaten that game several times over while she was in high school.
However, her experience with contemporary FPS games is limited and doesn't extend beyond the time period of old school Doom or Wolfenstein. Needless to say her FPS skills are rather lacking, and her attempts at trying to grasp the controls of the Doom re-make for Xbox a year ago was, in a word, painful.
Fast forward to tonight as we leave to return the game. She waits in the car as I walk in and I look for the Wolfenstein game. Surprisingly they have it in stock.
"What the hell," I say to myself. I was kinda curious to play it as well. So I rent it.
We arrive back home and she wants to play it. I sign in under my rental account (so as not to affect my regular PSN account because this game has trophies) and proceed to start the game. We watch the opening cinematics and then the game officially starts; and comedy ensues. I don't know how to best describe how she plays. It's sort of like watching a retarded one armed monkey try to wash itself as it burns alive running in circles. Well, maybe that was a bit harsh...so the monkey isn't washing itself.
I warned her about the controls because I remembered the trouble she had when trying to play the updated Doom, and how she couldn't grasp the mechanics of the analog sticks to simultaneously move/look around while shooting. I told her it was going to be the same set-up as Doom had, but she said something not caring.
So now we're in the living room; I'm typing this blog and she's (amazingly) still playing the game. Not only is she still playing but she even managed to beat the entire first level by herself and on "Normal" difficulty! From what I can tell it appears she's starting to understand the controls better. She's just started the second level (I think). We'll see how long her patience holds out now.
"Oooo! I wanna play this!" She exclaims to me one night from the chair she's sitting in. To which I instinctively roll my eyes as a response.
OK, well, I had rented Terminator: Salvation from Blockbuster last week and tonight was the night it needed to be returned. She again mentioned to me that I should check to see if Wolfenstein was in stock, and if so, I should rent that next.
Now a little history about my girlfriend before I continue the story. According to her she used to play a lot of video games; mostly on GameCube and PC. She fondly remembers playing old school Doom and Wolfenstein on her Dad's computer back in the day. Her most recent experience with video games (not including since we've been dating) was with the GameCube of which she owned The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask and claims to have beaten that game several times over while she was in high school.
However, her experience with contemporary FPS games is limited and doesn't extend beyond the time period of old school Doom or Wolfenstein. Needless to say her FPS skills are rather lacking, and her attempts at trying to grasp the controls of the Doom re-make for Xbox a year ago was, in a word, painful.
Fast forward to tonight as we leave to return the game. She waits in the car as I walk in and I look for the Wolfenstein game. Surprisingly they have it in stock.
"What the hell," I say to myself. I was kinda curious to play it as well. So I rent it.
We arrive back home and she wants to play it. I sign in under my rental account (so as not to affect my regular PSN account because this game has trophies) and proceed to start the game. We watch the opening cinematics and then the game officially starts; and comedy ensues. I don't know how to best describe how she plays. It's sort of like watching a retarded one armed monkey try to wash itself as it burns alive running in circles. Well, maybe that was a bit harsh...so the monkey isn't washing itself.
I warned her about the controls because I remembered the trouble she had when trying to play the updated Doom, and how she couldn't grasp the mechanics of the analog sticks to simultaneously move/look around while shooting. I told her it was going to be the same set-up as Doom had, but she said something not caring.
So now we're in the living room; I'm typing this blog and she's (amazingly) still playing the game. Not only is she still playing but she even managed to beat the entire first level by herself and on "Normal" difficulty! From what I can tell it appears she's starting to understand the controls better. She's just started the second level (I think). We'll see how long her patience holds out now.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Awkward
You gotta love cell phones. We are able to connect to another human being in a matter of seconds anywhere on the globe (provided there is a cell tower nearby). But more to the point of this blog you gotta love people that talk obnoxiously LOUD on their cell phones in public areas.
Case in point today while riding the Lite Rail train from school back to my car there was a girl sitting in the row behind me chatting it up on her cell phone. Normally in this situation I wouldn't care that she was doing this, but in this instance it is the manner and vocabulary she was using that gave me no choice but to listen to her. Cursing and carrying on in a very unlady-like manner for all who were near her to hear.
I guess she was having troubles with some guy she knows and how she can't say anything to him without her feeling that he is judging her. Oooookaaaaay. But it was her language that she was using that was the annoying part. Dropping F bombs with total disregard to the people sitting next to her I can only imagine how they must have felt. Nevertheless the girl came across just a tad bit psycho and whoever this mystery guy is that she's having problems with if she carries on like that well I can kind of understand why the guy is judgmental.
This girl was spouting off like a sailor to the point where I started to feel embarassed because of how she was conducting herself; and she is a total stranger to me! Which brings me back to my point (and title) of this blog: Awkwardness. You have to love those public social settings where people try not to hear this girl as she shamelessly broadcasts her "private" conversation to the world. It's always funny that we all tend to act oblivious to something that we're all being exposed to at the same time.
Some may argue that the girl has every right to talk on her phone the way she wants. Some may argue that somebody should have asked her to tone it down a bit or to kindly ask her to have consideration for the other passengers. Who is right and who is wrong or is there a right and wrong label you can affix to this type of situation?
As for myself I don't care that this girl was talking on the phone and creating her own little drama party on the train. It's not because I was "offended" by her foul language. It has more to do with her behavior and that she felt the need to act so unattractive in public. I don't know how old she was as I didn't really get a good look at her, but if I had to guess she was probably early to mid-twenties. It's the fact that I can appreciate this issue was obviously upsetting her and making her emotional; that's all fine and dandy. But really, is it necessary to act that way in public? Really? You couldn't maybe wait until you arrived at your stop and then called this person?
I believe it all goes back to upbringing. I admit during my youth I thought cursing was cool, and you feel like such an adult when you do it. But as you get older you realize how foolish you sounded and how childish of a habit it really is. I am not trying to be a hypocrite and preach because trust me I am just as guilty of letting emotions get the better of me and sounding off like a sailor plenty of times in my life. The difference here is there comes a point in time when you have an epiphany of sorts about that type of behavior. At least some people do. I consider myself fortunate to be one of those people.
Case in point today while riding the Lite Rail train from school back to my car there was a girl sitting in the row behind me chatting it up on her cell phone. Normally in this situation I wouldn't care that she was doing this, but in this instance it is the manner and vocabulary she was using that gave me no choice but to listen to her. Cursing and carrying on in a very unlady-like manner for all who were near her to hear.
I guess she was having troubles with some guy she knows and how she can't say anything to him without her feeling that he is judging her. Oooookaaaaay. But it was her language that she was using that was the annoying part. Dropping F bombs with total disregard to the people sitting next to her I can only imagine how they must have felt. Nevertheless the girl came across just a tad bit psycho and whoever this mystery guy is that she's having problems with if she carries on like that well I can kind of understand why the guy is judgmental.
This girl was spouting off like a sailor to the point where I started to feel embarassed because of how she was conducting herself; and she is a total stranger to me! Which brings me back to my point (and title) of this blog: Awkwardness. You have to love those public social settings where people try not to hear this girl as she shamelessly broadcasts her "private" conversation to the world. It's always funny that we all tend to act oblivious to something that we're all being exposed to at the same time.
Some may argue that the girl has every right to talk on her phone the way she wants. Some may argue that somebody should have asked her to tone it down a bit or to kindly ask her to have consideration for the other passengers. Who is right and who is wrong or is there a right and wrong label you can affix to this type of situation?
As for myself I don't care that this girl was talking on the phone and creating her own little drama party on the train. It's not because I was "offended" by her foul language. It has more to do with her behavior and that she felt the need to act so unattractive in public. I don't know how old she was as I didn't really get a good look at her, but if I had to guess she was probably early to mid-twenties. It's the fact that I can appreciate this issue was obviously upsetting her and making her emotional; that's all fine and dandy. But really, is it necessary to act that way in public? Really? You couldn't maybe wait until you arrived at your stop and then called this person?
I believe it all goes back to upbringing. I admit during my youth I thought cursing was cool, and you feel like such an adult when you do it. But as you get older you realize how foolish you sounded and how childish of a habit it really is. I am not trying to be a hypocrite and preach because trust me I am just as guilty of letting emotions get the better of me and sounding off like a sailor plenty of times in my life. The difference here is there comes a point in time when you have an epiphany of sorts about that type of behavior. At least some people do. I consider myself fortunate to be one of those people.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
First Blog!
Hello! Welcome to my blogsophere! I've attempted to maintain a blog in the past but I've always failed to keep up with it. So hopefully with this one I will remember to consistently post stuff.
A little background info on me: I'm 27-years-old and currently going back to school for my B.A. in English with a minor in Secondary Education. My dream is to one day teach English in Japan through the J.E.T. program, and after that who knows? Ideally I'd like to become an editor for a magazine or website (preferably video game related), but if not then just something in the editing/writing/journalism field. Some of my hobbies include gaming and paintball. I have one pet dog named Mogwai; he's a mix between a Papillion and Chihuahua. In fact he's going to be celebrating his second birthday this month in two more days (Fri. 13th!).
What I'm hoping to achieve with the creation of this blog is just an outlet to express my thoughts, feelings, and opinions on various types of topics. I will let you know up front that I am not politically correct so don't expect to read things of the sort. With that said I am not looking to purposely offend anyone but I don't feel like we should continuously sugar coat things. Some times the truth hurts and it hurts for a reason. This is how I view life and I expect nothing less from others as well. If I say something stupid then let me know, but allow me the opportunity to explain what I mean or why I feel that way and you might better understand where I'm coming from. It's this type of honestly that allows people to get to know each other and leads to a deeper understanding of our differences.
A little background info on me: I'm 27-years-old and currently going back to school for my B.A. in English with a minor in Secondary Education. My dream is to one day teach English in Japan through the J.E.T. program, and after that who knows? Ideally I'd like to become an editor for a magazine or website (preferably video game related), but if not then just something in the editing/writing/journalism field. Some of my hobbies include gaming and paintball. I have one pet dog named Mogwai; he's a mix between a Papillion and Chihuahua. In fact he's going to be celebrating his second birthday this month in two more days (Fri. 13th!).
What I'm hoping to achieve with the creation of this blog is just an outlet to express my thoughts, feelings, and opinions on various types of topics. I will let you know up front that I am not politically correct so don't expect to read things of the sort. With that said I am not looking to purposely offend anyone but I don't feel like we should continuously sugar coat things. Some times the truth hurts and it hurts for a reason. This is how I view life and I expect nothing less from others as well. If I say something stupid then let me know, but allow me the opportunity to explain what I mean or why I feel that way and you might better understand where I'm coming from. It's this type of honestly that allows people to get to know each other and leads to a deeper understanding of our differences.
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