I got in on the MT 3.0 beta test. I also got some sort of cold. So it’s a win/lose morning for me. I’ve been popping the high-end eichinechia pills like there’s no tomorrow so hopefully it doesn’t get much worse.
I completed my Flash course last night. It wasn’t too bad as far as courses go and I got a good start into Flash, but I probably could’ve figured out most of what was taught in 3.5hrs instead of 7hrs. Next time I’ll just go to Ryan and get him to teach me. I’m sure I can bribe him with a steady flow of Timmy Ho’s.
Great quotes from today’s Penny Arcade:
Well, except for one thing: my stepdad says that the way he and his guys would fish in ‘Nam was to press a grenade with the pin pulled down into a jar of peanut butter. They would then drop this jar from a great height via helicopter, and he tells me that when the jar hit the surface of the water and cracked, the grenade was released and the resultant shockwave of water, glass, shrapnel, and I assume peanut butter would either kill fish or just kick the shit out of them, causing them to float where they could be scooped up by the Huey. Okay, that’s all the facts. No more, that’s it.
The Gamespot review refers to the difficulty of managing these craft, and while they might be difficult compared to jeeps, I only had to crash one or two before I got the hang of it. To compare, flying helicopters in DC is like bending a spoon with your mind or trying to walk a tyrannosaur. To say they are unwieldy is to have a good shot at Understatement Of The Year.
And one more:
Since the “on foot” gameplay has always been of a very high lethality index in this series, there’s no reason not to just take this class every time and act as the agent of divine retribution. Between your disposable rocket launcher and your heavy machinegun, you represent a buffet of death that is open twenty-four hours a day.
(sigh) I miss the days of playing BF1942. It was great fun to have everyone at work united in the common goal of killing each other. I wonder if I could somehow justify using my professional allowance at work to buy a better video card for my home PC that would allow me to play BF1942 again? That’s pretty good use of some student’s tutition, doncha think? (Note: It’s not really someone’s tution – it’s partially from tution but mostly from union dues and sales at the store) Maybe that’s why there’s been so much tension at work lately, there hasn’t been enough video game violence! I think I could do a study to show that video game violence helps, not hinders, the advancment of the human race.
I’ll see if I can pawn that idea off on to some psych grad student that lives in the basement we call an office so I can get back to playing BF1942.
Not very cool. Homestarrunner I’m not.
I took 3 and 1/2 hours of Flash training and all I got was this stupid letter j.
Tim hit the ancient age of 28 on the weekend and we went by to help him celebrate. I took the picture above using the panoramic function on our camera. It’s actually 9 or 10 individual camera shots that made up that one picture. Aside from the freaky Mark face it actually works pretty good. I think I’ll have to try it more often, especially if I have a tripod to properly line up the shots.
Friday night we had the guys/girls only night with Jr High. The guys all came over to my parent’s place where we played some vids, pool, ping pong and even got into some crokinole. There ended up being about 32 guys who showed up so it got a little crazy trying to keep them all entertained but between the Gamecube, XBox and PS2 we managed.
It’s 11:30 and since I slept for a couple of hours this afternoon I’m not tired but I feel like I’m coming down with something. I’ve been popping the eichinachia today and trying to think healthy thoughts, but I feel like my head’s been in a fog all day. Sue’s trying to get me to watch Trading Spaces: Home Free… I think I may have to since I’m just going to toss and turn anyway if I try to go to sleep.
Oh, and we’ve got a girl coming to Mennoboy.com.