Am-I-Dumb.com - Intelligence Test

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sometimes, overdosing on heroin is preferable to finding god and producing crap like this.

http://kotaku.com/gaming/trailer/bibleman-a-fight-for-faith-trailer-288546.php

mitch bainwol: go fuck yourself. may your children get run over by a giant lawnmower.

almost as consuming as inane polls.

symbols only have the power you give them.

i guess being in a soundgarden video really got her career going.

Tagged by  janejellyroll, a pretty cool chick;  otherwise i ignore stuff like this.  actually i pretty much ignore 99% of reality.

1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.  ok.
2. Tag seven people to do the same.  no.
3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."  again, no.


1.  i hate things in my pockets unless i am travelling.  upon arrival at most non-business destinations i must remove all items from my pockets including phone, keys, and money.  oddly, random notes, receipts, and shopping lists are allowed to stay.

2.  i shower myself in the same sequence without fail:  wash hair. wash face. wash torso-arms-back-crotch-thighs-calves-feet-ass. shave face.

3.  i have puked from alcohol three times in my life.  i remember the puking clearly.  i remember the drinking not at all.

4.  i was undefeated in bike races from age 6 to 13.

5.  i am so much better at the video games that i used to play exclusively while high.

6.  earning a second chance is far more difficult than avoiding the mistake in the first place.  knowing this upfront doesn't make it any easier, however.

7.  pennies and nickels are not worth the calories to carry around;  thus, they are disposed of as quickly as possible upon acquisition.  other things in life face the same evaluation. 

not even a month into it and all versions of Madden 08 are glitched to hell.  every publication, blog, and uservid site is chock full of the shit EA pumps out to be slobbered over by people who will eventually get their 5th DUI by age 24.

what's almost as ludicrous is how they do this not only in their sports titles but their other games as well.  the Sims, for example.  there's no question that theyre completely shafting their customers with little more than extra graphics packs and an added AI script, but because that particular crowd isn't excessively tech-savvy, they have no problem shelling out $30 for less content than other games' mod communities put out for free.

Neverwinter Nights sucked ass as well (not an EA product), but the mod community made it playable and almost enjoyable, due not in small part to the publisher's desire to have the consumers actively involved with both development and support by providing very responsive websites and forums and simultaneously releasing an editor.  Same thing with Dawn of War, which by itself (and with its marginally worthwhile expansions) was worth the purchase price, but for the same reasons as NWN, the mod community helped make it into a game that was easily 5x the value including massive additional content, better graphics tweaks (not just tons of re-colored/re-textured mipmaps), and AI improvements.

the sad thing is, as i posted in my old LJ, the people who play sports games and enjoy sims like... like The SIms, just aren't the people that are into complex modding that requires more than cursory knowledge of a $10 paint program;  thus we are stuck with either doing without or spreading our cheeks every august without the benefit of lube.  personally, my two-year madden celibacy doesn't look to have any chance of terminating.

from an AW-era b&w photo of moderate quality.

second, but not ever.

brass monkey was what a stacked pyramid of cannonballs was called.
your hair continues to grow for about two months after you die (tissue alterations aside, e.g. embalming, cremation...)
to prank call antarctica, the international prefix is 672.  after that you're on your own.

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last night's dream:  had a post-apocalyptic, lord of the flies feel.  temperate island.  a small patch of beach beneath cliffs with the "main" beach and dock just around the side of the cliff.  me, my wife, my brother, and one other person of unknown identity are searching for something.  it feels like we've only just arrived;  perhaps we're just exploring the island.  we see a small motor boat with 3 men in it headed towards the dock but they see us and divert towards us.  they aren't overtly hostile but i am on edge.  the scene suddenly shifts and now there are at least 10 more men on the small beach with us, our unknown companion is sitting in an easy chair watching a flat screen tv, on which is showing some guy who is performing miracles.  it feels like these men are trying to convert us to believe in the miracle dude (the production value of the show was jr-high-abe-lincoln-stage-play).  there are 2 in particular, one chubby and looks like Mike from last season's Top Chef, the other more like a mannequin in a Structure store.  anyway, i'm walking around chuckling at the gullibility of humans but also plotting to get away from these people as im getting the feeling it's either convert or die.  for whatever reason there is bread to eat and as im chewing and talking to "Mike" i spit some at his face;  he gets red-faced and i can tell he'd love to hit me but he walks away.  then i go sit on an arm of the chair next to our unknown companion who is leaning forward intently watching the video;  Structure-guy is on the other arm.  i ask him why theyre showing us this and he tells me we need guidance etc.  i promptly argue down every one of his points, to which he says i dont believe in anything.  in a move that surprises the invisible dream-watching me, i give three great things i believe in, only one of which i currently remember.  Structure-guy is a little taken aback and i... seize this opportunity (???) to headbutt him in the face.  a melee ensues in which my brother is a dominant factor.  that's all i recall.

this time with extra sauce.  here shall be my rants and raves, excoriations and exhilirations.  come along for the ride or just stand there and get run over.  i really don't give a shit which.

Current Mood: indifferent