Tuesday, February 28, 2006
  Still Playing on Google Video
I'll quit playing on it soon. Tiff might not, and she's the one providing all these great videos, but I'll try and slow down with them. But first, a little Word Disassociation.
Once your scrain-battered from that one, see what the world might be like if online gamers ran it: World of Offline Gaming.
And finally, just a satisfying "old people rock" moment
 
  Today's PSA
Today's Public Service Announcement, brought to you by Google Video:


Use Condoms.
 
  I feel so betrayed
While catching up on my Arts & Letters Daily (because I really am that geeky), I started reading this review of new Shakespeare Biographies but had to stop after the fourth sentence. I knew the Flowers' Portrait of Shakespeare was one I'd seen before, but I couldn't place it.
A quick tab over to google, and I'm in levels of shock only a true english geek could go in to.
The Flowers' Portrait
This is the Flowers portrait. It's not made by one of his peers, like we've all been taught. It apparently "dates back to around 1818 to 1840, exactly the time when there was a resurgence of interest in Shakespeare's plays," according to the BBC. Read the full article here.
Why does this matter? To most people, it probably doesn't. But some of us are reading shakespeare at a rate of 100+ pages a week for class, and that image of the Bard ("good old Will") gets drilled in. Not to mention the posters. Oh, oh, all the posters.
At least we know the Droeshout one is real.
Oh, by the way, here's a breakdown of all the known images of shakespeare.
 
  For all my MSU friends....
... just to let you know that WKU frats really just might be worse than ours: clicky.
Goats. -.-;;
 
Monday, February 27, 2006
  Webcomic breakdown
After several conversations about the volume of webcomics I read, I've

decided just to make you all a list of all of them. Since this is a family

oriented site, I rated them for you too. But it's late, and I'm running out

of steam, so I might add descriptions in the morning.

Funny Random


VGCats - R (language,
content)
C-A-D - PG13 (language)
Mac Hall - PG
Penny-Arcade - PG13
(language and occasional content)
SNAFU - PG13 (language,
content)

Funny Storyline


Zap! - PG
Order of
the Stick
- PG
Dominic Deegan - R (lots of
blood. Like. Bloody blood. and parts. but still a good comic).
Goblins - PG13 (more blood, in full
color)

Serious Storyline


Earth Song Saga - PG (mild violence)
Saga of Eruune - PG

Online Manga


Megatokyo - PG13
Chisuji - PG13
PPG Doujinshi - R
Grim's Tales Doujinshi - R
Seraph Inn - PG (mild violence)

Its late, and I have a midterm. Descriptions later.
 
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
  HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINK!
Today's the 20th anniversary of the Legend of Zelda video game. And since the Oracle of Time and Oracle of Seasons games helped destroy my High School GPA, and the Windwaker/Ocarina of Time bundle pack definitely damaged one semester of my College, I have to celebrate a little too. Old school Zelda's down the hall tonight on one of the 5 surviving NES consoles I know of. Smash Bros and Soul Calibur 2 are, as always, available in my room.
So, here's to the best games Nintendo has ever made.

From Slashdot:
"Twenty years ago this week -- February 21, 1986 -- thousands of Japanese gamers played The Legend of Zelda for the first time, and their perspective on gaming was forever changed. Here was a huge world, a massive quest, an open-ended odyssey that demanded exploration. When we Americans first placed that golden cartridge in our Nintendo Entertainment Systems a few months later, we learned what our friends overseas had already discovered: Zelda was addictive. It was adventurous. It was ambitious. It was amazing."


Also, be sure to read the great article over at 1up for the top 20 reasons we love zelda (and 5 things we hate).
 
Monday, February 20, 2006
  Orange
orange cat
You are an orange cat, fierce, unpredictable, and a

little mean sometimes. You've got lots of

masculine energy and woah, I wouldn't want to

be in your way if I got you angry!


What color of cat are you?
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
  Gamer Style
I haven't posted in a while, and that's not going to change any time soon. I'm in a little over my head this semester, and probably won't dig myself out til may. But I couldn't pass this up. Check out how a true gamer does Valentines day.
 
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
  Just a little something...
I thought I'd share this. Normally I'm not big on the whole cute forward thing, but this one's worth the read.
At least, it was to me.
Thanks Dad.


Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m.,
the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.
Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait
a minute, then drive away. But, I had seen too many impoverished people who
depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a
situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger
might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself!

So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail,
elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After
a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me.
She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it,
like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase.
The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the
furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no
knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box
filled with photos and glassware. "Would you carry my bag out to the car?"
she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the
woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept
thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to
treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated". "Oh, you're
such a good boy", she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you
drive through downtown?" "It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.
"Oh, I don't mind," she said,"I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have
any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like
me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the
building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through
the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were
newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had
once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes
she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would
sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm
tired. Let's go now." We drove in silence to the address she had given me.
It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway
that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as
we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They Must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small
suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. "How
much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse. "Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered. "There are other passengers," I
responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held
onto me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said.
"Thank you." I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light.
Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in
thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman
had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What
if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On
a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in
my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great
moments. But great moments often catch us unaware beautifully wrapped in
what others may consider a small one.
 
Comments:
Its a nice life story, I really had fun time to read this one... Keep up a good work...

GOOD luck...

EUGIE
 
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