Oh, yeah...

Some Stuff From Fenway.
Three Wallys.

Press Box.

No New Tale To Tell

So, what, another two weeks between posts? Awesome. Slacking in ways I never thought possible.

The good news is that I don't have to be anywhere until 8 am, a week from today. Ahhh...vacation.

Also, as of today, I have avoided death for twenty-nine years.

Yup. It's my birthday. Its also Ray Bradbury's, Norman Schwarzkopf's, Carl Yastremski's, Bill Parcells', Cindy Williams' (Shirley, From Lavern And Shirley), Vernon Reed's, Roland Orzabal's (from the band Tears For Fears), and Tori Amos'.

It also happens to be C.S.'s b'day as well. So happy birthday, Sparky.

So, In summation, if you see me out this week, there's about an 85-90 percent chance that I will be drunk.

Ah, alcohol, the cause of and solution to all my problems.


Guitar And Video Games

So, I think I may need to explain a bit going into this post. First off, this is my first non-personal entry in a while. I keep trying to get away from personal stuff, but then something happens that just needs to go somewhere.

All right, first off, a little needs to be said about Jack Thompson. He is, as you can see on his website, a Miami attorney who seems Hell bent on stringing up any game developer, designer, writer, retailer, player, or really any one who has ever known of any video game that has offended his delicate moral sensibility.

Now, over in my "Comics" links section. See VG Cats? Go there. Now. Read it. All of them. I'll wait.

OK, all set? Good.

Now, Scott, the mind behind VG Cats, took a swipe at Mr Thompson, especially the whole hubbub around the GTA:SA "Hot Coffee" thingy. (Google it. It'll make sense. Unless you already know about it. Then don't. It'll be redundant.)

Email-larity ensues.

Now, if you read those e-mails, or Mr Thompson's own web site, one thing is perfectly clear. Jack Thompson is a raving lunatic.

However, there are still a lot of rational people out there who think that video games are meant for kids, and no adult content should ever enter into these games. And that's the problem. A lot of games aren't meant for kids.

Now, I know to a lot of you reading this, that is painfully obvious. But keep following me.

For some reason, the vast majority of people over, say, forty-five, see a video game, and think, "for kids". Same with anything that's animated. When I worked in a movie theater, there were soooo many parents who would show up with their seven-year-old and want to see the South Park movie. The staff would look at them as if they were insane. The parents would invariably respond "But, it's a cartoon!"

Yup, it is. And video games did start off as mainly as kid-stuff. But those kids who played video games in the beginning, are now the ones making the video games. And guess what? THEY'RE GROWN UP!!!

I guess my entire point is that I actually like the ESRB, the group that gives video games ratings. They do a decent job of saying, "This game is appropriate for teens, but not little kids, and here's why." They actually list why a title might be considered objectionable right on the box. And if Rock Star games pot the "Hot Coffee" bit into GTA as a "Ha ha, look what we got away with", they should be held accountable for that, even though someone would find the bit by "accidentally" modding their Playstation, downloading the hack needed, while standing on their head whistling the "Star Spangled Banner", which is what you need to do to see computer animated people getting it on.

But more than likely, RS had the code for that scene in a pre release version of the game, and forgot to take it out. Or hid it because it was easier than taking it out.

And parents need to get past the idea of video games being kids stuff, and actually looking at what they're buying their kids.

And I think all of us gamers need to e-mail Jack Thompson, and let him know that all gamers aren't stoned idiots, and we can put forth our arguments with out resorting to threats, name calling, or generally sounding like morons.

And if he threatens you with a law suit, point out the fact that he has a link to his e-mail address on his web page.

Oh, yeah. There's no guitar in this post, the title is a Sunny Day Real Estate reference.


Sick Of Myself

Ah, crap. No post in a long time. Again.

I guess I just suck.

So, here's the deal: I'm not doing what I'm supposed to be doing (writing, if you haven't figured that out yet). But so far, I've only been mocked twice. Ah, well, such is life.

So, anyhow, most of you know this story already, but here it is again.

A few Saturdays ago, I ran into a girl that I dated very briefly in high school. She decided to break up with me by ditching me at the Elvis Room (dating myself a bit there, I know).

Well, we went out for a movie the following week, and a drink after. Sat down at the bar, and just happened to pick the seats right next to another ex girlfriend of mine, who I'm still very attracted to. Amazing.

I did manage to ignore any awkwardness this may have caused, by doing the best thing possible, in my eyes: completely ignored it.

So anyhow, a week later, the first girl calls me, and we decide to meet at the Better Then Ezra show that night on Monument Square. About fifteen minutes into the show, she says, "Hey, I've got to go find a restroom, I'll be right back". An then proceeds to not show back up.

So, before it dawns on me that I've been ditched, I'm wandering around looking for her. That's when the highlight of the evening occurs.

Ya ready:

A fucking bird shits on my head.


Now, I really wasn't expecting, really, anything to happen with this girl. I was looking at it as sort of "practice dating". I now realize that I need a hell of a lot more practice.

I also didn't manage to go to Foxwoods this weekend to play poker, as the Maine DMV seems to be caught in some sort of temporal anomaly. No new state ID, not chancing bussing to Connetcutt only to be told that I can't play.

Ah well.

Sorry that the first time I've posted in two weeks (three?) is just me whining, but hey, why the hell else do blogs exist?

A few good things:

I do get to go down to Fenway this season, something I haven't done since the third grade. And my computer is up and running. And like I said before, It rocks. It's great having firefox, and word open at the same time and not having everything slow to a crawl.

And I have tomorrow of, so I get to go out to spooky night, and not have to worry about the effects tomorrow.

And I have to bags of my mom's spaghetti sauce in my fridge, defrosting as we speak. That almost always makes everything better.