December 12, 2008
You stupid Gaijin
Due to the number of tourists visiting Tsukiji who are not following rules when watching Tuna auctions, the tuna auctions are no longer open to the public
Mother$%&’ers
People should realise that using flashes on their cameras are going to upset and irritate the auctioneers and bidders. Eating, drinking and leaving the containers of these lying around is UNHYGENIC.
As is resting your camera ON FISH to take photos.
What the hell. There are signs, and barriers set up.
-End Rant-
July 16, 2008
Signs of madness
The other day, while looking up how to finish certain levels on Nitrome’s Small Fry (yes, I am one of those people who cheat while playing stupid games) , I found that someone, on their deviant art account, had listed SYMBOLISM found in Small Fry. Now, for illumination, I will describe this game (Nitrome.com follow links to Small Fry [Youtube is the best way to figure out tricky levels]). You have to get a bunch of very small characters with various skills and idiosyncrasies and you have to get them to the house at the end of the level, after getting aforementioned characters to climb walls and press buttons and swim and walk underwater etc. Not exactly deep or meaningful, but slightly addictive. But this girl or guy (wrote like a girl anyway) has somehow assigned common personality traits to these various “Small Fry” as well as finding deep “real-world” applicable symbolism to the LEVELS THEMSELVES. Urgh. But this has led me to the realisation: if I start to find deep meaning and metaphors in mindless games, I have reached my low point, the bottom of a very deep hole. But at least there’s someone on deviant art there with me.
I also have another addiction (aside from minesweeper, book buying and mindless Internet games) but this I file in the ‘not my fault’ section of my mind as Cordell got me hooked on it and, gleefully, can be blamed. I am talking about Zero Punctuation Reviews. After seeing the metal gear review I was completely hooked and I blame the Psychonauts review entirely for me pestering my friend Alex to let me borrow the PS2 version. I am stuck on a level with a tank containing a brain because I constantly run out of psychic energy and can’t mind blast the tank enough before my mind kind of fizzles, and I get run over, or shot at, or run into a cloud of green gas which makes me run around in the wrong direction.
COMPLETELY SUBTLE CHANGE TO AN UNRELATED SUBJECT.
One of my friends is Christian. It can even be said that we aren’t ‘best’ friends because of this. Not that I really have anything against Christians, but I do have a problem with Christians constantly trying to convert me. Not even the Jehovah’s Witnesses I stayed with for a month are as bad as my friend. Unfortunately for him, his attempts to convert me have caused a severe case of TryingtoconvertClaretoChristianityrathermakesherwanttoprostituteherself-itis (much like the TryingtoconvinceClaretostayinIBjustfurthercementsherbeliefthatsheshouldbemovingtoSACE-orrhea that struck me earlier this year)
Perhaps prostitute myself is a bit extreme, it’s more like the feeling someone gets when, after feeling pigeonholed by society for a while, decides a life of crime would be right up their alley.
QUOTE TIME:
My friend: “Have you noticed, since evolution has been taught in schools, that the number of bad things in the world has increased”
This is true, perhaps the wording is a tad wrong
SEGUE
I talk about myself too much, perhaps -_-
