Girl. You know I love you, girl. You know I wouldn't lie to you. I have a confession (part 1). There are things you should know about Enchanted Arms.

I was mistaken, a fool. When I read "Enchanted Arms" the meaning I associated with the phrase was "magically enhanced instruments of war; i.e. weaponry". I was, as previously mentioned, a damn dirty fool.

But girl... oh girl! I brought shame to myself, my ancestors, and my progeny. I let down my friends, my parents, the heroes who died on September 11. (LOL 9/11 nevar forgetxorz). I genuinely did not expect it to mean actual, like, limbs... that is to say "magically enhanced portions of a human body".

Let me lay you down. As I have come to understand there are portions of a human body which can BECOME weaponry courtesy of Devil Golem DNA. Like I said, unexpected. Don't act like you knew.

And we make sweet love until the break of the dawn. I read the reviews of the game with some conflict. It has gotten consistently middling, if not outright negative, reviews. But the content of the reviews, the things they were dissing on, seemed like shit I would totally be into.

I want to tear down the walls that separate our love. There are things you should know about me. I spent an entire summer indoors playing Dragon Warrior in grade school. I replaced social interaction and skateboarding with The Secret of Mana. Final Fantasy VIII is my favorite. I'm just faggy this way.

With my dick. I happen to enjoy most of the things that reviewers called out as faults. Like Gabe of Penny Arcade, I took their snide "It's just a standard turn-based JRPG which employs a grid combat system" as an unintended compliment. I mean, fuck, if they had said "Shit yes! This is a standard turn-based JRPG which employs a grid combat system" in the advertisement I would have checked it out.

I want to caress your body. What's genuinely amusing to me about this particular title though, is the extent of the disconnect between what the editorial providence imagined I would dislike compared with what I actually do.

Again... with my dick. Sometimes when I'm feeling like a being a fucking asshole to someone for no good reason, I'll read them the wrong horoscope, just so I can feel better about myself when they go "Oh my god, that TOTALLY happened to me last week. It's eerie, isn't it?" If you consider the pattern recognition function of your stupid brain to be eerie, then, fuck, yeah, I guess so. In a tangential, yet related sense, if you read the game radar review of Enchanted Arms in a happy voice instead of a sad one, it sounds like an awesome game. Which is I guess why I bought it.

Put your hands on my body. Boy, was I right! It's a fucking totally good game. I spent somewhere around 60 hours completing the SHIT out of that fucking game, and I enjoyed it. It reminds a little bit of FFVIII for a couple of reasons. First, the main character of the game is actually difficult to identify with in terms of the "this is my avatar" sense. It probably all started with the Legend of Zelda, but in a weird way, I assume the identity of the character I'm playing while I'm playing. I think one of the reasons first person shooters are so popular is that they make this relationship extremely easy to maintain. But in FFVIII, and in Enchanted Arms, you avatar exhibits behavior that is contrary to what you are typically delivered. They aren't heroes. One is emo4life and the other is borderline retarded.

Especially my dick. I guess it's a value judgment on what I consider to be more rewarding. Do I want to see a character I immediately identify with and like, someone I would hit the bizz-ong and drink beers with in "real life". Or do I want to take part in the experience of growth? It's difficult to say in either direction. There are characters that are so annoying I have stopped playing the fucking game (I believe FFVIII fell into this category for many of my peers), but the opposite side of the spectrum is the Duke Nukem bland alright party time dick and fart joke end of the stick. I can't believe I actually think this much about videogames. What a fucking dork.

Because you're smoove. That is all.

Normally, I won't dog on police. I understand why they are here and I respect what they do. However, I do not understand Bothell cops and I surely don't agree with municipal courts.

The other day I got pulled over for speeding. The cop told me I was going 37 in a 30 and quote "would have been fine in 100 yards because that is when the 35 mph zone starts".

The cop hands me the ticket and walks away before I could take a look at it. This is where the shadiness begins. The pig wrote "47 in a 30" on the ticket. Shitty bitch. Jokes on him though, he never had me sign it nor did he put the "sticker" on it which validates the infraction.

Pretty much out of it? You'd think, but it doesn't look good after I talked to my lawyer. He said municipal courts don't care about the violation or who's right and who's wrong. They only care about the revenue.

WTF!!! So, the court doesn't care about right vs. wrong, only wants money. So they screw everyone, f*ck up their 7-year clean driving record, to make what will probably be $10 after the ticket is "dropped down".

What is up with the corruption of our police and courts?! Seriously. The legislatures tax the hell out of us, then the judiciaries pull this shit.

At least when I got a ticket in Texas, they will fully admit all they want was money, and they give you the chance to pay the fine and drop the ticket as long as you don't commit the same violation in 3 months. Not in Washington! From Senator Cantwell down to Officer Shitty Bitch, you can all kiss my ass.

Konbanwa...

It's been a while... since I last posted a good flaming comment or two. "Dooshite?", you ask. Well, I've just been too lazy. That's about the lamest excuse that I use for everything, so ya'll get it just the same.

Honestly, though, I've been sucked into another MMORPG. The name of the game: EVE Online. I've even let the old website go... poor lil guy!

However, today is a day of reform. A day to repent of my sins towards my fellow eNemesis folk. Will they forgive me, or will they flog me with a verbal bamboo cane? I hope for the latter as I'm a sadist when it comes to being flamed in forums, blogs, etc.

Enough jibber-jabber. It's time for the real meat and potatoes...

I'm going to be married in less than 2 weeks. I take off in a plane for Japan on the 5th, which will mark my second venture to the California-sized country. I'm certainly very excited to see my wife-to-be as well as to make this huge step forward in my adult life. It's been a long year apart from her (with the exception of the visit I made in March to propose and meet the 'rents), and it will be at least another 4 months or so before she'll be back here in the US. International marriages are a bitch, eh?

Oh, and I just got a second monitor, so I no longer have a reason not to post... even when I'm playing EVE Online. They're 19" Widescreen LCDs from Acer. The first I got was flawless, but this second one I just received has one dead pixel. It's not in a very noticeable place, so I can deal. I got them for under $200/ea from New Egg.

That's all for now... later.

-idrivetheblubaru

Learning to fight for yourself before you fight for others..... it's hard...

It's a hard lesson to learn, but at some point everyone reaches the point of critical mass, where one decides to be a servant to everyone around them, or be a servant to themselves.

Perhaps servant isn't even the right word, because that really says that you are doing things under direction vs. just doing things which also might include providing direction. I'll change my use of the word servant at this time to the word "pawn" because I like the imagery that the word "pawn" creates.

So... what does one do when they feel like nothing but a pawn on the chess battlefield of life?

You make a fucking change, you get hard nosed, you throw those brick walls up on the fronts that continue to cost you more in attrition than you end up gaining in personal satisfaction.

You start thinking about decisions rather than just making them, you bite the bullet when you fuck up instead of blaming it on other people or situations. You stop turning and running when you find yourself in a shitty situation and you face it, sober, and conquer it.

That's how you change your life, step by step... it sucks, and it is not fun, but it is what defines whether or not you are a leader, follower or complete and utter loser.

You have to push yourself to the limit, past the limit in many cases and right on it when you don't need to pass it. You have to push...

Now it's time to ask yourself, are you driven?


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Ever feel like your life resembles a party? Good.

Hopefully it's not this party....


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Man, I swear this guy captured my inner conflict... all in one music video!

Check it out...


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I can't help but find it completely amusing, that as most of us walk through life... we actually forget the lessons we have learned.

That puts most of us in a position to learn them again, regardless of how hard they were to learn the first time around.

I remember now, why I don't like being attached to any one person. I remember now why I don't like to open the door to my life more than just a crack.

Now I remember... and remembering this makes me remember why I like to forget.


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Update: I've already had a handful of people ask me about this post, and whether or not I'm breaking up with my girlfriend. No, I will not be breaking up with her.

What I meant about my post is that sometimes you have to grow up in life. I think it's too easy to put yourself in a position where you deny yourself the simple pleasures in life simply to avoid taking on more responsibility.

I hate taking on responsibility, but at this point in my life I can honestly say that I feel motivated more than enough to get over that.

I have to bitch for a minute. WTF is up with the drivers in Washington state? IDIOTS!!! If Washington is the wettest state in the contiguous United States, why can't you f*ckers drive in the rain?!

Here are some of the thoughts that must go through a Washington driver's mind when they leave for their daily commute:

"Oh shit, it's sprinkling!!!!" ***slams on the brakes, even though it isn't even raining enough to justify turning on the windshield wipers***

"This must be the great flood..." ***slows down to 15 mph on a 60 mph freeway, because they had to turn on the interval windshield wipers***

"What happened there? I should slow down and take a look." ***We call this a rubbernecker. These f*ckers find it necessary to slow down and cause a back up just so they can see some roadkill (I recommend the Possum Tossum at the Roadkill Cafe), or witness some poor soul that has a flat tire.***

"DAAARRRR!!!!!" ***This is when the driver knows there is no valid reason to slow down. It's raining, nothing bad, but it's wet and they have now bumped the wipers up to the second highest setting, but they can still see fine. This is the type of person that is so scared of the 1% chance something might happen. This is usually the person that slams on their brakes, erroneously causing the accident they feared in the first place.

To the idiotic drivers:

If you are someone that says one of the four statements above when you leave for the day, please realize that you are the bane of everyone's existence. You are the ones that cause road rage. You are the ones that make people so frustrated that they end up having anxiety/panic attacks. You are the ones that cause collisions.

To the good drivers (those of us that are extremely frustrated):

Drive carefully. 90% of the people on the road are caused by accident.

The English language is supposed to be the most difficult language to get down correctly. At least in English class, the worst that will happen is you get a low grade. Take a look at the source link below to see what happens when you mess up a Japanese tongue twister.

I went to Bumbershoot in Seattle this last Monday. I saw Steve Miller Band, Atmosphere, A Tribe Called Quest, and some dude that obviously has so much time on his hands that he has become extremely talented at looking like a statue and playing with his balls if you give him $1. Click the source link below to see the video I posted on YouTube.

Oh yeah, I also took this picture I thought pretty funny: