wisdom from games

an excerpt from Braid:

“Our world, with its rules of causality, has trained us to be miserly with forgiveness. By forgiving too readily, we can be badly hurt. But if we’ve learned from a mistake and become better for it, shouldn’t we be rewarded for the learning, rather than punished for the mistake?”

“What if our world worked differently? Suppose we could tell her: “I didn’t mean what I just said,” and she would say: “It’s okay, I understand,” and she would not turn away, and life would really proceed as though we had never said that thing? We could remove the damage but still be wiser from the experience.”

i hope you read this.

wtf

wtf is with ultimate, seriously. i was going to make a team and then it fell apart because people were ditching it for other teams that "they had commitments to" but i asked them at the end of last june and now they just think they can leave me tuis is so QQ wtf.

in other news, i realized i'm not bad at scout.

so the ice cream that you ate wasn't ice cream

... seriously, it wasn't.

i realized that when people blog nowadays it has to be serious, capitalized, and all that shit. people need to learn that blogging isn't for grammatical errors or possibly to tell everything about your life. it really about your thoughts, and what you think, and i'm pretty sure everyone doesn't think in perfect capitalization and sentence structure. screw the government, we want to make our own laws.

today was pretty crazy. hectic, persays. but my favourite part was when i woke up, and it was raining. seriously, i'm that sort of person. i fell out of bed too, if that makes any sense. and if you have no idea what it's like to fall out of bed, try taking an empty beer bottle and smashing it on your groin or your uterus, depending on your gender. at least, that's what it's like falling out of my bed, which is like 2 feet off the ground. eff.

going back to the original topic (what was it again?) i've got to say that people that are too serious in their blogs need to get laid. justin's blog is nice. perfect example of what people SHOULD be blogging about. people that blog about IB should go dip their heads in penisfish infested waters and get their eyeballs plugged put by lanternfish or little clown fish that wish to find their fathers only to find out that the father has met a turtle that's 150 years old, not to be mean or anything.

wait, that's not bad enough.

he's met a turtle that's 150 years old and has AIDS.

better. oh no wait.

little clown fish's dad got aids from a 150 year old turtle. AND had little fishurtle babies. i've got to draw one someday. they'd all probably die because they can't reproduce. i don't know why though. maybe because they'd have a 2-pronged penis and the females would have only one vagina.

your answer is wrong.

no seriously. there are some questions that just can't be responded with yes, no, or maybe.

"do you want to have sex?"

yes: "you're too eager, god damn, you're supposed to play with me a bit. i hate you"

no: "you disappoint me. i hate you"

maybe: "you're so indecisive. i hate you"

i hate these questions.

battle of the youtube nonstars

kk

so i might be accepted into this youtube contest thing where i can gain fame and win a trophy (YES MATERIAL GOODS).

the problem is that i'm only a backup if someone doesn't make the deadline or someone doesn't want to do it. i'm second on the list, so i have a pretty good chance for making it. i think they'll give topics for me to vblog about or something, so be on the lookout, and please vote for me!

you're all my friends, please support, give me ideas on whatever topic, and vote for me. i will blog later to tell you guys about if i'm in or not, and what the topic is.

k dared

so i was dared to write a blog about gaming.

uhhh. i like gaming. it's sort of like how fat people deserve to have a short person play a tuba behind them. okay i really have no idea how that came out, but hell, that was pretty fun to type out.

uhhh... i could say gaming is my other girlfriend. my other one. i hope any future girlfriends don't read this. it's sort of a stress reliever, and i can talk to it. but usually the conversations are one sided and it's full of "NOOB" and "dude, you suk, uninstall the game" or "ragequitt nubz, because i eat sandvich?"

uhh yeah.

by the way. inward hellix > weffriddles, sorry. like i said to lucy, weffriddles is like a 5 year old toddler while inward hellix is the 30 year old BEAST that eats anyone that tries to solve it. i've constantly been bitten. and i died uhhh... a year ago. but apprarently it's come back to haunt me and my ghost has come back for more pain and suffering through this puzzle. damn it's hard.

by the way i think i'll delete this blog because i realized that blogs can't reflect what you want to say and that we all live in our own personal worlds therefore you can't share anything with anybody and we are all individuals that suck at gaming. okay, maybe that's just me.

nurrrrgggg

simply a sound, nothing more.

three days to work on socrates cafe. this should be OODLES of fun. and last night i spent like 5 hours gaming. this is stupid, i need to get a life.

oh wait, i think i have one. =) i'm happy.

logs?

so apparently i should do more logs. i know they have holes in them... but i don't think i can impregnate logs.

in other news, i totally suck at life. apparently my google ads account got destroyed. lulz.

and steam stats suck, really.

have you ever wondered why books are called books. and why the air is called air, and how you could breathe it. it's like living in an alternate dimension, except this dimension is the "normal" dimension, but instead we live in the alternate universe. maybe the liberals were actually meant to lose. maybe the canucks were supposed to win. i don't know.

ASDFKJASDF

I know, i know, i haven't blogged in a while, but there's a completely logistic reason.

there isn't one.

in other news, i'm totally screwing over in french. remind me to buy a grammar book and self study over the summer break and get totally epic at french.

and uhhhh... must game.

kbye

i'm going to need to lay off late night chocolate

okay, so there was this dream that i had last night where we lived in a world where it was acceptable to switch your voicebox (located underneath your adam's apple) to change your voice tone. the problem with this was that to undergo this procedure, one would have to slice an approximately 2 inch incision right beside your adam's apple and then take out your voice box, then reinsert the one of your choice. apparently my sister wanted to sound deeper to sing alto, so she asked my dad to do this incision. my dad accepted, and so the procedure began. since this was a normal procedure that everyone did once a week (such as girls changing boyfriends) i just watched some tv. unfortunately, i heard a cry of pain and went to see what was the matter and my sister was there lying in her own freaking pool of blood from the incision because apparently my dad made a 3 inch cut instead of a 2 inch. i picked up the phone to call 911 while my dad started to do cpr (wtf?). midway of telling the ambulances to come to my house my sister came alive again and hugged me. then she bled all over my new white converse. i remember that part the most.

in other news, while driving home from piano, i noticed a sign that said "increase power to vote" and i immediately thought of RPGs (the gaming kind). wouldn't it be so cool if your vote counted for more if you did stuff like in an RPG? we'd all start at level 1 or something, and then if we did something good for the community like pick up garbage we'd get exp points where we could then level up. and every level would count towards your voting abilities. so if you were level 2 your vote would count for 2 ballots. and then there would be abilities and spell casting, of course, that could screw up your opposing candidate's performance like having john mccain say something like "i like men" rather than "i like peace".

yeah. time to lay off the chocolate. but hell, three muskateer bars are orgasmic in my mouth.