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you know my sega collection is massive

We spent most of this evening playing Halo 3 and NHL ’08 on the Xbox360.

I have come to the conclusion that I am hopelessly old school when it comes to video games. I just can’t play these games with the same enjoyment I used to get. The controllers are too complicated, the gameplay is too convoluted, fun is sacrificed for art.

I long for the days of Atari and Odyssey and Sega Genesis and NES. Even Colecovision and Intellevision. Even my beloved Dreamcast didn’t make me feel like such a failure.

Give me simple controls. Give me games that don’t make me sit through ten minute cut scenes and mini-movies. Screw your beautiful graphics. I’m happy with my little squared pixels if I can just get through the game without needing to have the coordination to hold or mash seven buttons at the same time.

Maybe I’m just not cut out for multiplayer games. I’m a loner, Dottie. A rebel. I want to go on adventures where I find gold coins and collect pieces of some big triangle or save a princess. I don’t want to have to partner up with some robot dude to go killing aliens that look like leftovers from the movie Gremlins. I don’t want someone depending on me to have their back because I’m going to just run right into the fray and fire away, not even caring what type of weapon I’m carrying and then the person I’m supposed to be playing with will say something like “Can you not get me killed every damn time? WHAT IS YOUR DAMAGE? WHY CAN’T YOU JUST CONTROL THE DAMN THING?”

Why? Because back in my day, when everything was simple and I had to walk uphill in the snow both ways to go buy a new game for my Atari 2600, I could control the damn thing. I could play hockey. NHL ’94, bitches!

Up up down down left right left right B A start!

You can keep your guitars and laser guns. Give me back my 2d scrollers.

And get off my damn lawn.

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you know my sega collection is massive

We spent most of this evening playing Halo 3 and NHL ’08 on the Xbox360.

I have come to the conclusion that I am hopelessly old school when it comes to video games. I just can’t play these games with the same enjoyment I used to get. The controllers are too complicated, the gameplay is too convoluted, fun is sacrificed for art.

I long for the days of Atari and Odyssey and Sega Genesis and NES. Even Colecovision and Intellevision. Even my beloved Dreamcast didn’t make me feel like such a failure.

Give me simple controls. Give me games that don’t make me sit through ten minute cut scenes and mini-movies. Screw your beautiful graphics. I’m happy with my little squared pixels if I can just get through the game without needing to have the coordination to hold or mash seven buttons at the same time.

Maybe I’m just not cut out for multiplayer games. I’m a loner, Dottie. A rebel. I want to go on adventures where I find gold coins and collect pieces of some big triangle or save a princess. I don’t want to have to partner up with some robot dude to go killing aliens that look like leftovers from the movie Gremlins. I don’t want someone depending on me to have their back because I’m going to just run right into the fray and fire away, not even caring what type of weapon I’m carrying and then the person I’m supposed to be playing with will say something like “Can you not get me killed every damn time? WHAT IS YOUR DAMAGE? WHY CAN’T YOU JUST CONTROL THE DAMN THING?”

Why? Because back in my day, when everything was simple and I had to walk uphill in the snow both ways to go buy a new game for my Atari 2600, I could control the damn thing. I could play hockey. NHL ’94, bitches!

Up up down down left right left right B A start!

You can keep your guitars and laser guns. Give me back my 2d scrollers.

And get off my damn lawn.

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hockey pics

another fine dubi save

So out of 714 photos I took last night, I put 50 up on flickr, just because I ran out of patience. I was ultimately happy with about 600 of those photos. But who wants to see 600 pictures of one game?

The set is here, if you are interested in seeing them in full size on flickr.

Or you can look at them in this browser here.

I love hockey.

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there's a broken nose cause it's come to blows

Day 59 of 365: a year in songs and photos

Song: Supersuckers, Fisticuffs

Taken at Islanders/Devils game, Nassau Coliseum

Isles won 4-1, making them 4-0 against the Devils this season.

A couple of really good fights. OLD TIME HOCKEY!

I officially love the new lens with the new camera. I got some awesome shots at this game even though I was up in section 331. I took about 700 photos total. Seriously. That’s not an exaggeration. I think it was 714. I’ll post my favorites tomorrow – too much to go through tonight. I bet I end up putting up about 50 of those 700. This is why I love digital. I can click all night and not feel like I’m wasting anything.

Overall, a decent game with a good crowd and a nice outcome. We went with a whole bunch of people and it was the most fun I’ve had at a hockey game since 1983.

I love this game.

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go away, christmas

and stay out

This is our Christmas tree.

You may notice that it is outside.

You may notice that it is outside, still in the stand, still twisted with holiday lights.

I usually like to leave the tree up past New Year’s. I like the way the lights look at night, I enjoy the festive atmosphere it lends to the house.

This year was a little different. Thanks to my entire family losing a war against a stomach virus the past week, our Christmas cheer left a bit early.

Todd and I both went to work yesterday, even though we were both feeling like we were gut punched repeatedly by Godzilla. We spent the day exchanging “woe is me” emails, filled with one upmanship as to who was feeling the worst. At some point, my mother called to say that my father had been hit with the virus. I told her that my pain was probably greater than his and she should call back when she had some real war stories to share.

I’m telling you, this thing has taken its toll on us.

By the time I left work yesterday, I was ready for bed. But that was not to be. I had a dog to walk. Children to feed. A house that was trashed by two days of letting the dog and the cat run wild because our desire to discipline waned in direct proportion to the amount of time we spent in the bathroom. The kids, who seem to have escaped the virus, ran away to friends’ houses so as not to get contaminated.

I entered the silent house, thinking I’d just clean up a little, walk the dog, feed the cat and go to bed to wait for Todd – who had to work overtime – to get home so we could lay there and bitch and moan and compare vomit amounts.

An easy clean up was not to be. Someone forgot to gate the dog into the office, and she must have spent a few hours going to various rooms in the house and dragging out her “prizes” – socks, shoes, slippers, underwear, a bra, a pair of pants, a roll of toilet paper and a magazine. These things were strewn all over the living room and, in the case of the last two, torn to smithereens. And that wasn’t it. The dog and the cat decided to use the Christmas tree as their private playground. There were balls everywhere, ornaments with teeth marks scattered all over the room and a thin layer of pine needles covered the carpet. The carpet that we just installed in August. Three months before getting a puppy, and a real Christmas tree.

I looked at the animals, I looked at the floor, I looked at the tree and at the myriad presents still thrown under it, I looked at the messy state my kitchen was in and the empty boxes and pieces of wrapping paper everywhere and decided that Christmas was officially over. Despite the pains in my stomach, the chills, the aches, the headache and the burning desire to sleep next to the toilet bowl, I went on a Christmas Cleanup rampage.

First I took the dog’s collection of prizes and threw them in the laundry. Then I picked up all the pieces of magazine and toilet paper. I swallowed some Pepto and a handful of Advil and carried on , even though my brain was saying something like “Hey, Dumbass. Go to bed.”

I tried to vacuum up the pine needles, but my vacuum sucks. Or, doesn’t. So I would vacuum for five minutes, turn it off, force all the carpet fuzz and needles out of the hose, reattach, vacuum for five more minutes, rinse, repeat. After half an hour I become so frustrated and angry that I started to tear at the remaining ornaments on the tree, sure that if I at least got the tree out of the room, it would look cleaner, stay cleaner, and I’d feel much better.

While I was ripping the ornaments off, the cat was chasing me around the tree. The dog was chasing the cat. Each time I dropped a ball, both of them would pounce on it. Whoever lost the fight for the ball would go back to nipping at my heels. Twice, I tripped over an animal, taking a handful of branches down with me, scattering even more needles into the carpet.

I started to take the lights off the tree – apparently we thought it necessary to put FIVE tightly wound strings of lights on it – and they kept getting stuck and tangled in the branches. Meanwhile, the cat was tearing apart a sentimental ornament. I went to pull her away from it and tripped over a box, which sent me sprawling into the garbage pail, which fell over, spreading all the pine needles and carpet fuzz I just emptied out of the vacuum back onto the carpet.

I started crying. Then I got angry. I growled. I took the tree in one hand, brought the whole thing down and hauled it out the front door, with lights and stand still intact. I dragged it to the side of the house, trailing needles, branches, water, lights and ornaments, while my neighbor stared incredulously at me (probably because I was growling thunderously about hating Christmas), and dumped it on the side walkway.

I went back in the house, caged the dog in the office, threw the cat out, vacuumed what I could, swiped all decorations off the windowsill into a box, put the couch back by the window and sat there rocking back and forth in a fetal position, willing myself not to puke, until Todd got home.

And that’s why my Christmas tree is outside with the lights and stand still on it.

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365-58: zombies eat human flesh

zombies eat human flesh

Day 58 of 365: a year in songs and photos

Song: NoMeansNo, Cats, Sex, Nazis

cheating a little bit, but sue me. I’m still struck with this nasty virus.

This is a camera phone pic of some place mat art by my 7 year old nephew, David. As he explained, the children are puking zombies who throw up every time they eat human flesh. Note that the X in their eyes is what makes them zombies. Also, the scribbling on the girl’s hand means her hand is missing because the boy ate it, hence his vomiting.

I just thought this was so apropos, given what my entire family has spent the past two days doing.

We are the vomiting zombies.

That would be a great name for a band.

Also, great song, if you never heard it.

Zombies eat human flesh
Which part do you like the best ?
I like the heart the best
Zombies eat human flesh

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sick sick sick

Day 57 of 365: a year in songs and photos (yesterday’s photo today)

Song: Queens of the Stone Age, Sick Sick Sick

A nasty stomach virus that came around Christmas day is making the rounds and my family has gone down like dominoes.

It hit Todd yesterday morning. I left him moaning and went to work, sure that I was getting away with it. About 2:00, I stood up, announced I was leaving and cursed myself for being so smug.

It was a long night. And I have to go to work today.

I had better ideas for this photo, I’m not happy with the execution. But, given the circumstances, I’m just happy I got a photo done for the day.

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