The Return of the Jedy

Well, it's been quite a while, no?

Synopsis: I got Black Ops, I played Black Ops, I'm playing Black Ops.

That's about it.  KDR of 2.7, 2.1k kills, lvl 43 in 1 day.

To celebrate, I'm creating a Gamebattles team to compete in ladder matches.  Lets see if they can keep up with my 34-0 victory.

Side note: I finished MegaMan Zero 1 & 2.

Call of Booty: Black Ass

Well, to be honest, the title has nothing to do with this post at all. Well, I suppose I could speak a little bit about my excitement over Black Op's release next week. I'm so excited, I took Tuesday of next week off to ensure I could play as much as possible. To ensure my responsibility, however, I will still be attending Accounting II that day...just with no sleep. I'm really glad they put a Starbucks in our campus now.

So, I'm turning into a fat man lately.  Before I get the usual, "Oh bullshit, you're built like a twig" lecture, I have a basis for this claim.  It's not to my relative body size, but to the amount of consumption I've began.  For some reason, all week long, I just cannot get my fill of food! I have no honest reason why, but I'm eating 3-4 times a day! It's getting pretty bad, I've even resorted to drinking soda and having potato chips, which, if you know me at all, I tend not to do. I usually kill down water with something covered in cheese then wait it off for 7 hours.  This bothers me...

Next not, why the fuck is it that every game I own on steam is incompatable with my mac!? Cheap ass developers.  Sure, I could bring my Gateway laptop to work, but writing a composition for sociology is easier on this laptop, considering that it has all my notes on it...and the Gateway is over 21" wide...making it a nuisance to drag around.

Does anyone remember when the Fairly OddParents was good? Just asking.

Did I ever mention that I love being stood up? Be it virtually, in mid conversation/instant message, or in reality, that really pisses me off. Twice in one day. Twice.

Well, for this weekend, I've got to work 10-3 Saturday and Sunday.  Saturday evening I'll be spending intoxicated playing Modern Warfare 2 in the company of some dear friends of mine.  Sunday I'll be spending with Ashley, doing stuff not involving playing awesome video games.  And then I'll play awesome video games.  I probably won't write anything for those days, and Monday will most likely be a lonely post for next week, because if another comes out, it will be on Wednesday or later...and it will consist of nothing but my love (or hate) of Black Ops.  Anyway, enjoy your night ladies and gentlemen.  Notice I said ladies first as not to imply that men are superior? Though my classmates may have already labeled me as a male-nist...

Farewell.

MegaMan Zero Has It's Own Throne In Hell

As do all of the bastards at Capcom who made the game so impossibly hard.  Yet I still toil hours of my life away at it because it's so fun. 

Anyway, not much to speak about today.  I got a 94% on my exam (hell yes), I learned that 151 is not sippable, as it removes all feeling from your throat for a few days after you attempt it.  Flu shots are a biological disease spread by the Patriots to influence your minds to their ways.  Governments is bullshit, as they seem to be more along the lines of a dictatorship than a democracy...except instead of one dictator there's a house full of dicks.  Also, I'd like to ask this question. 

In sociology we do lots of research on homosexuality and things of the sort, and one of the points made in the book is that there is evidence to support and disprove the fact that it is biological.  My question stems from a conversation I saw earlier about, "I would love my five year old, even if he told me he was gay."  I'd like to ask anyone of my friends who are homosexual, I believe I know...3.5 of you are, when did you notice, and did you tell anyone or keep it a secret.

To me personally, if I had the misfortune of having a child, be it male or female, it wouldn't make a bit of difference to me if they were or not, it's not like you're any different...you just enjoy contact from a different set of genitals than is standard practice in our country.  I would, however, have trouble bringing this subject up with the child.  I don't want to say to a five year old, "If you're gay, you can tell me" as that may confuse the child or even influence its future.  I have, however, thought out what I imagine my conversation would be with my male offspring if he came to me at age 15.

Offspring: "Hey dad, meet my boyfriend...His name's Carlton."
Me: *To self: Thank God he's not black...* "Alright, howdy Carlton."
Offspring: "This is a bit awkward...maybe we should leave..."
Me: "Leave? You live here child...but I must ask...do you enjoy the Fresh Prince?"
Offspring: ".....I saw this coming"
Carlton: "No, I like the Cosby's better."
Me: "....don't like the Fresh Prince, huh?"
Offspring: "Damn it, you should have just said yes."
Me: "Well, now this is awkward...how the hell do you NOT like the Fresh Prince?"
Drunken Neighbor Poking His Head Through My Window: "Doesn't like the Fresh Prince? The fuck's your problem?"


I don't really know where I was going with all that, but life's always more entertaining if you quote random things.  Well anywho, I've been abandoned by Rob on my minecraft time, so I'm going to just play meatboy on kongregate for a tad.

I bid you all farewell.

A Dollar A Day Will Keep The Homeless Away

Hello again, reader.

Today's post will be rather short, as I need all the time I can get to study for tomorrow's Accounting II exam.  The short of things:

I missed class because I turned my clock off in my sleep.  Momma C. got my couch back from the drycleaners.  I got upset over Modern Warfare 2.  My cat was insane all morning.

Interesting parts:  my boss comes to me today to talk about an idea he's come up with.  He wants to open up a teen hang out spot as a personal business, and he asked my opinion on the matter.  I think it's a great concept, but difficult to do how he has envisioned.  Plenty of teens would love a place to go play pool, some video games, snag a cheap sandwich, or even just watch some movies on a sofa.  It's a great idea too.  There's plenty of money to be made off of a situation like this, with him suggesting 8 flat screens with ps3/xboxes and computers for games or internet.  There are plenty of other great ideas he's had with this, but I don't want to put them on the internet just on the off chance someone see's this and trys to steal his idea.

The bad side I see is how he's looking at this.  Now, targeting a teen demographic near a local high school is great, but he wants to restrict it to only teens in middle/high school.  Now, after taking a business class or two, and using some common sense, I've come to the conclusion that, in general, teens don't have all that much money.  Think about it this way..."Mom, can I have $10 to go out?"
Mom: "No, you've got homework to do."
Child: "Please?"
Mom: "No."
Child: "Pretty please?"
Mom: "Hell no.  I paid for you to have video games here, why would I pay for you to go play them at some heathen ass club? I swear to God, sometimes I don't understand you children. I buy you games, pizza, internet, and what do I get? 'Video games are better when I play them for money.'  I've got half a mind to bust your ass just for pissing me off..."
Dad: "Shut the fuck up! God damn, I'm trying to play Madden in here, and all this black dude I'm playing against online hears is some whiney ass bastard and a woman who can't even cook a decent fucking meal!"
Mom: "You know what you son of a bitch, FUCK YOU. Here, child, take this $10 from your dad's wallet and spend it on whatever the hell you like.  Maybe go to the TITTY BAR like your dad does when he claims he's working 'late'.

As you can see, not only with the parents be displeased, but the divorce rates all across the city will soar.  At least, that's how I imagine it playing out in my household when I was younger.

One last note before closing, even though no one will probably read this far down...have you ever heard a song that moves your soul?  One that brings forth emotions and memories that are in no way related to the song in the first place?  There is a song, titled The Island Pt. I (Dawn), by Pendulum off of their newest album "Immersion" that does that very thing to me.  I let my coworker hear the song, as well as the album, and he's had it on repeat since that day over a month ago.  Which, I find, is amazing considering he won't listen to anything other than metal in general, and this is more or less techno-ish.  I would encourage anyone with a few moments of spare time to head over to YouTube and check the song out, just for a moment.  The link above takes you strait there and it's the official music video, though, unfortunatly, the music video version is about one minute shorter than the origional, but it still gets the point across.

Have a nice night.

Edit: The actual words YouTube above are the link to the video...I didn't notice that the text would still show up white with the template I use, and I lack the time to fix the html at the moment.

Accounting CEO

Observe the title of this post. I will never, EVER, be one of those.  Why, you ask? First off, I hate Accounting. Not in the way I hate English, and everything about it, from writing things the professor already knows is coming to reading stories that have no reletivity to current times. No, I hate it in the way that I spend 6 hours in a night studying it, and still feel like I've not only missed some sort of major point in the lesson, but that I may still fail the test coming on Thursday. 

Now, last time I studied like this, I actually pulled a 90% on the test (an A on the standard grading scale), but that was only after the professor put on a 2 point freebie for a grammar error in one of the questions...that I definitely didn't even notice.  I spent about one entire hour doing a single homework problem for this class, and then at least five more hours reviewing chapter nine, so I could spend tomorrow reviewing chapters 7-9 very thoroughly. 

On a lighter note, thanks to my friend JD_2010 on twitter, I got to view an hour long video of Black Ops multiplayer in action over the internet.  So far, it looks like it will be everything I've imagined and even more.  I have a full understanding of all of the new concepts, as well as a very good picture of what four of the multiplayer maps look like.  I must say, the design on Nuketown, though a small map (which I generally detest the type) looks wonderful. 

Other little marvels that I've discovered in this video that made an extremely good impression on me were the animations of the characters not only from your own first person view, but from the enemy's view (which is what most people see things from so I always wondered why they were overlooked).  When a person drops into last stand, they no longer warp to the ground with a gun, they get noticeably pushed back onto their back from the gun shot, pull out their pistol on the fall and take very painful looking shots back at you.  Another amazing feature I've noticed is the dive to prone...allowing you to make saving dives to survive massive damage, but also slightly nerfing the ability as to not encourage the constant use of it. 

Well, last night i spent about four hours playing Modern Warfare 2 with Travis and his cast of friends, and we did not lose a match.  I believe that, to honor such a great game before it is turned obsolite, I shall do the same again tonight, and for the rest of the week. 

Modern Warfare 2...Goodnight, sweet prince.

Volcanos of Puke

Well,

I would apologize for not posting anything Friday night...but it was definitely for the better, considering it would have been full of senseless grammar errors and nonsensical gibberish.  Well, the short of this is basically I hosted a party Friday night for my friends to come over and have a few drinks and play some poker.  Well, the drinks definitely happened...not so much the poker though.

The guest list: Myself, Ashley, Ricky, Busta, Justin, Katie, Rob, Mario, Tim and Lori. 

Breakdown by Guest:

Ashley: The lightweight queen.  Her consumption levels: Mild.  She nursed her wine coolers and had a few shots.  Not the biggest drinker by far, but at least I didn't have to hold her head over a toilet all night.

Ricky: The entertainer.  Consumption levels: Moderately High.  The first guest to show up, and the first to down a four loko with me.  As he became more inebriated, he became more entertaining...with the peak of hilarity resting in the moment that he busted into my bedroom where Ashley and Lori were chilling and said, "Lori! Can I have your number?"  He then left the room and exclaimed "I got it! Oh yea!"  This would also be the man who got us half off the pizza.

Justin: The mild one.  He pretty much just showed up and had a few drinks, nothing extraordinary.

Katie:  Eh, idk really

Rob: The married one.  Drank with the whole, "I don't give a fuck what she says when I get home" vibe going on.

Mario:  The sober one.  This is the man you call any time you need a DD, someone to laugh at you while you're wasted, or while there is an abundance of females who are single.

Tim: The alcoholic, beer edition.  Simple enough, show up, drink 7 beers, talk smack in a wasted man's ear, take off.

Lori: The only single female.  Pro drinker #1 right here.  Yet she always keeps her composure (when I'm around).  Also, the amount of attention garnered from married and single men alike that night was unfathomable.  Hot stuff around the party scene, and she didn't even have to try.

Me: The host.  I didn't do too much fantastic.  I drank at about the same rate as Lori, but I definitely felt it harder than she did.  Other than that, I played video games and made phone calls from a dark closet.

Busta: THE Party Killer. This man deserves a paragraph dedicated to his ability to turn every party member sober within 5 seconds.


In short, this man showed up 4 hours late, and decided to try to keep up with the alcoholics (mainly the single one again) and failed miserable.  He then vomited on my couch, fell onto the floor, stood up, fell onto the other couch, and required supervision at a constant until 5am...which I did.  Moral of this story, for you not-so-often drinkers: don't try to impress a pretty girl by matching her drink for drink...especially when she's had a 4 hour head start on you.  Vomit, in general, doesn't impress ladies all that much.

Saturday was pretty quiet.  The two neighbors from my floor dropped by to see if I was partying again, but I answered no, due to the current lack of furniture (as it is still at the dry cleaners). 

Sunday was uneventful as well.  I played Fable III from 2pm until 12am, and finished it. Excellent game I may add.  It really was amazing. The story is a tad short, hitting about 20 hours if you do everything, but it gets expanded once you finish the storyline to keep you going for another 10-15. 

As of right now, the night is uneventful, consisting of me working my ass off on Sociology homework, trying to make sure that I can spend the next two days strictly studying for my Accounting II exam on Thursday. 

Well, my friends, this is farewell for the day.  Thanks for reading and remember, as my Sociology book has told me, "Men don't pay for sex, men pay to leave."

Redo: An Introduction

Hello again reader,

After my spiel yesterday, I felt that I owe an apology to any readers who may not know me directly (why you're interested in my blog is unknown to me, but yay you!).  I say, this demands a proper introduction!

My name is Marcus.  My last name is unnecessary, but on the other hand, if you're that curious, it's not too difficult to find that sort of information.  I'm a 21 year old guy who goes to college for a Business Degree in Network Communication Technologies.  I also work full time at a manufacturing shop and part time at Target.  Now, for the interesting information...

I enjoy long walks on the beach, feeling sand between my toes, sipping champagne under the moonlight and listening to music like Kieth Urban and Taylor Swift...

And now you wake up and realize that all of what I just said was bullshit.  I'm pretty sure that the description above would better summarize my girlfriend, Ashley's, interests...which are the complete opposite of mine.  The truth is I do work those jobs and go to school for what I claimed, but my hobbies have little to do with that.  I love video games.  When the average person sits down to dwindle away a small portion of their life, be it over a bowl of cereal in the morning or after a hot shower in the evening, they would typically turn on the television and momentarily rot their mind.

Me, on the other hand, I prefer to turn on the television, switch it to HDMI3 and turn on my xbox to shave off some of my life.  Now, don't mistake me for the type of person that, when spotted across the parking lot from a standard individual, is strikes the thought of "That fat loser probably plays WoW every day of his life".  I feel that I tend to blend well into a crowd of people, and as such, enjoy going to public places with my friends who I deem "socially acceptable".  Being a nerd, I do have those friends that I have a hard time taking to a public area.  The kind that, when I would go to a coffee shop and grab a frappuchino, the person behind us would think to themselves "can this man not afford hot water and soap for a shower?" (Sidenote: Busta, if you're reading this, I'm not implying anything about you, even though we did go to a coffee shop, I just used that as an example since my cup of coffee here determined my example.)

But back to the point, interests.  As you may have noticed, I also am quite fond of coffee.  Not so much the Maxwell House type of coffee, but the "I'm going to have to take out a second mortgage on my house because this cup of coffee is so freaking overpriced" type of coffee.  Another tidbit about myself, I am highly amused by sarcasm. 

Many people, including every one of my closest friends, would classify me as an ass/dick/jerk/bastard.  I gladly admit to all of the above (except the bastard part...I do know who my father is) and I enjoy the thoughts of rude comments and racist jokes.  But I'm not racist. Busta won't believe me...but I enjoy the company of all different types of individuals. 

Now, let's do some Q&A (since SO many people are asking me...)

Q: Do you play WoW?
A: Yes.

Q: What server/horde or alliance/real id?
A: Bloodhoof/alliance mainly, but I've got an 80 belf/the same email or name I've got on here or facebook...or just send me a private message on facebook.

Q: What systems do you have?
A: All of them.

Q: What's your psn/xbl account name?
A: Jellosnake.

Q: Is that an innuendo?
A: Yes, for what your mother had last night.

Q: Fuck off.
A: That's not a question

Q S: Fuck off.
A: Alright.

Coming back from my pretend conversation with myself, maybe that ^^^ up there gave you an idea of what I'm like. 

Now, before I end today's spiel and hope that I can top my number of views from yesterday's number of 21 (the majority of which where Ashley) I'd like to elaborate on the interesting events of the day.

The short: Woke up, Count Chocula, Accounting, clothes shopping, Fable III.
The detail: On my way out of my apartment today, I noticed a Uhaul truck as I approached my Honda Civic LX '07 (<---my lover).  In the truck was a guy who reminded me of someone I once saw in a youtube video.  I casually said hi to be nice, seeing as he was going to be a neighbor soon, and continued to my car.  As the man said hi and proceeded to exit the end of the truck, he turned to me as I was getting into my car and said "Glad to see I'm not the only gamer here".

Now, I take pride in being a nerd/geek.  So much so, that I'd get pissed more if someone called me a not-geek than if they were to tell me they were going to remove my left testicle, but the statement made me stop and think.  "Do I just ooze an aura of games? Oh my God, do my clothes smell that bad? I did shower this morning right?" 

And then I looked down.  In my left hand, a Nintendo DS in a Pokemon case, wrapped in a game informer.  Mario Bros. boxers hanging out of my jeans.  A "For The Horde!" T-shirt.  A laptop in my right hand.  A mac sticker on my car.  I think that this may, hypothetically, have been a giveaway. 

WoW?" Followed by the NEVER failing question "What server?".  Five minutes later, I departed for work.

Now, this may not interest any of you, but when your day consists of 3 hours of school and 10 hours of work, it's the damn highlight of a lifetime.  Well, anywho, I need to go run Veeco and get to work on some of my Accounting II studying before I log onto Minecraft to play a bit with old boy Rob.

Adios.

Wednesday, in the week of El Diablo!

Ohh man, what a day. What a week!


I started this week thinking, "This is going to be one of the best weeks of my life! Fable III, Fallout: New Vegas still, first day at the second job on Friday! Yea, life's awesome!" This is where I went wrong in the first place...

That right there, ^^^ right above, that's called jinxing the hell out of yourself...let's start at Sunday:

Started the day well, had dinner with Ashley's mom, ran around doing nothing much for quite a while, then came back home to relax...in the dirtiest apartment on the planet.  The dirty part was heavily my fault, as I had over 3 to 4 people at my apartment each night from Blizzcon, so that didn't bother me all that much.  (Side note: I did the dishes) Busta came over after work, so he, Ashley, and I went to get some coffee.  We came back, played Resident Evil 5 for a while, then he went home.  After, I popped in Wayne's World (which was rented from Family Video) and fished in World of Warcraft (server Bloodhoof, real id is my email) then returned to Fallout: New Vegas till late at night.

Skipping all the boring stuff, Monday comes around. The usual, school, work, then after work.  I get off at 11pm and head strait to GameStop to pick up Fable III.  Kick it at home and play that for a while (Day 1 of asking Ashley to do the dishes)

Tuesday, the beginning of hell.  Accounting class, then more Fable III.  Going to work. I get to work and boom ton of shit for me to take care of, minus having to find time to squeeze in some studying.  Irritated as I am, Ashley starts the whole "We're going to get married and have kids" shit up again, which I tell her if she's that interested in children, she may want to find another significant other.  I ask her kindly to do the dishes and return the video that is due the next day, which (day 2 of dishes) didn't get touched until 12am when I returned home.  10pm rolls around...*riiiing*
Me: Hello?
Ashley: I just fucked my car up.
Me:...fantastic...on?
Ashley: I hit a rock.
Me: A rock?
Ashley: A boulder...
Me:...how bad?
Ashley: My whole passenger side it tore up.
Me: A boulder?
Ashley: I'm so pissed
Me:.......an immobile boulder?
Ashley: Yes.
Me: Fantastic...I'll check it out when I get home

As you could figure, being as broke as I am, I was less than thrilled about this news.  I got home, didn't get upset or anything, and looked at the car.  The scratch was purely cosmetic, though it did dent the side on the bottom.  Thinking positively, I came to the conclusion that it wasn't that big of a deal, we could spray a little anti-rust stuff on the tiny bit that the paint came off of and it'll be ok.

Wednesday, The Peak of El Diablo's Horn.
Ashley texts me, while I'm at work already.  Starts telling me, "Oh my Dad said the damage is about $2,000 worth." <----don't tell your boyfriend a number that large while he's at work ladies...remember cash is king to a man.
She continues to tell me that we're lucky because the deductible is ONLY $500...and it will involve an increase to the insurance premium.  Now, in case you are wondering, Ashley and I have separate insurance policies, but we share a bank account, so if money is spent, it comes from me as well as her.  She tells me that this NEEDS to get done.  I tell her all that NEEDS to be done is biological, but my comments lead me no where.  Obviously, a scratch on her car is worth every penny of <$500, and I get to pay for it.  Did I mention the fact that the only money that I have remaining is from a student loan?  And that I intended on using it to pay the loan back?  She tells me that she'll just put it on her credit card...that I also have to pay for.  As one could imagine, my frustration rises continuously now. 

To make things worse on this day, the bars I run through my large mill were being resilient, and caused me to hurt my wrist...which upset me even more...So, now for the conclusion of this tale...Tomorrow morning, there will be a trip made...where to you may ask? The bank! To open a new checking account to ensure that what she said was true! She can put it on HER credit card, and I don't have to deal with the bill!  I imagine that this will result in an argument tonight, but I could care less.  I've had juuuust about all I can take out of this relationship for a week, I believe I've earned what my father once called "Piss Off and Close the Door" time while I enjoy Fable III.

Well now that I've gotten all of that off of my chest, I believe I shall end this post for the day...I'll spend tomorrows post raving about Fable III most likely. That or advertising for a new room mate. Haha.