Jamama.
Friday 5th September 2008 @ 3:36 PM
The good news is that, according to Dictionary.com the word “Fuck” when translated into Estonian, becomes “Jamama” which is awesome. The bad news is that it only does so when used in the sense of “To fuck with some one’s mind” or “I’m gonna fuck with those guys over there so they think dogs are made of ham” or whatever, but not as a simple curse. Which is a shame, because the idea of some guy dropping a hammer on his toe and yelling “Jamama!” really did have an appeal to me.
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Supervillains In Real Life
Wednesday 3rd September 2008 @ 2:12 PM
I would like the Wikipedia to make a list of real-life supervillains. That, I think, would be a useful category. Any criminal with a bizarre deformity could make the list. As could any who use code-names like the Zodiac Killer or the Unabomber. Most dictators would also be on the list. That would be a great list. Get working on that, Wikipedia guys.
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Some Miniature Reviews.
Sunday 24th August 2008 @ 8:45 AM
This week I tried Soy Milk. I was shopping and say that the instructions on the carton read “Shake Well and Buy Often!” I figured that making such a blatant command was such a ballsy move that I’d reward them by giving them a shot. Of the options the store had (plain, unsweetened, vanilla) I decided to go with plain (though I was confused by the idea that “plain” and “unsweetened” wouldn’t be the same thing, but I didn’t dwell on it). Well, anyway, I tried it both as a straight-from-the-carton beverage and as a poured-on-Alphabits thing. My findings indicate that I don’t plan to buy it again any time soon. I can’t say it disgusted me or anything, it was passable and if that was all I had to drink I’d get by, but it isn’t what I was used to. I don’t expect it makes sense to anyone but myself, but I found it was too “high-pitched” (or whatever the taste equivalent of that would be) for my liking. I don’t remember what brand it was, but I’m prepared to generalize and say that they’re all the same. I give it Three out of Six Pieces of PDR’s Reviewing System Cake.
Also this week, with Wade being back in town for the briefest of times, I got a chance to Zombies!!! The two of us played, joined by Marq. Now it’s fair to say that I have a pretty pro-zombie attitude. I’m pretty much right in this game’s target audience. But that doesn’t mean I can’t tell something is crap even when it has zombies in it. That said, this is not crap. I very much enjoyed this game. Wade got the rules out relatively succinctly for such a complex game, so it isn’t too confusing so long as you’ve got someone who knows what they’re doing (and it probably isn’t so bad for people who can, y’know, figure things out by reading instructions, but in that category I am not). The game went pretty quick, it felt, and the final run for the winning spot had Wade look like he had it in the bag, only to wind up with me then coming even closer (one move away if that zombie dog hadn’t got me!) and then Marq finally closed in and won. The rapid turnover at the end really made it quite fun. Five out of Six Pieces of PDR’s Reviewing System Cake.
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Strong Bad’s Game and More Girlshirt.
Tuesday 19th August 2008 @ 1:17 AM
So I bought Strong Bad’s Cool Game For Attractive People. Quite good. Quite good. I had played the first Sam and Max game made by the same company, but not the others, but this I went and ordered a season pass for. I truly miss adventure gaming. The days of Sierra’s various Quest games passed far too soon.
While I was ordering from the Telltale Games site I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to also order a shirt with Max, of Sam and Max on it. Unfortunately, instead of ordering a Men’s XL, I ordered a small girl’s shirt. Between this and my recent overly-shiny Ghostbusters shirt, what the chunks is my Internet Shirt Ordering Subconscious trying to tell me?
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Life is a Simile.
Friday 15th August 2008 @ 5:00 AM
Life is like pistachio nut where you open the shell and it turns out to be empty and since you weren’t paying attention (you were watching Colbert or something) you can’t tell if you somehow just had an empty shell or maybe you dropped the nut as you were opening it. So you’re looking around on your lap but you don’t see anything and you can’t see anything on the floor and in the end you have no answers so you just have to move onto the next pistachio and hope that it’ll all work itself out.
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