Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Santa Claus in a Brown Uniform* just delivered the new Tomb Raider game, and in so doing informed me in a round-about way that the drive on my PS2 console is shot. Quick trip to Gamestop and I got me a slimline, so I can continue to play state-of-the-art games without shelling out $400 bucks for some piece of hardware that doesn’t mean too much more to me than an oil filter wrench. Everything works, and the game’s reasonably decent. Don’t expect too much. One or two new features, a bunch of new puzzles. Like you expected.
Um, she also balances on things. This is a little aggravating, and is the subject & inspiration of what you see below.
I have a fantastic idea for Tomb Raider 9, though. Actually not so much an idea, just a suggestion about what to do differently. This one’s for you, Daphne.
What is Tomb Raider? Think all the way back to the first one. Think about every single installment since then. Here’s my take on it…
Lara Croft is this hot chick. As such, she’s a girl-woman. A female. Now, I’m a guy. I sit down with my joystick (hah!), engage Lara, and tell her what to do. I mean, I do that after I open up my wallet and pay for a bunch of goods and services to make this possible.
As I tell her what to do, she makes a show out of doing what I tell her what to do. Which is to say, sometimes she does exactly what I tell her to do…sometimes she only pays lip-service to what I tell her to do, and does something completely different.
Sometimes I tell her to go straight ahead, and instead she goes off kinda North-Northwest.
If she doesn’t do what I tell her to do, she falls off from things, gets hurt, sometimes gets killed, sometimes gets eaten.
If she lives all the way through to the end of the level and gets hold of the key/treasure/map/icon/whatever, Lara solved the level. Yay Lara! She solved the level by doing what I told her to do.
If she doesn’t do what I told her to do, and ends up getting killed, I got Lara killed. Even though she got killed because she didn’t do what I told her to do.
If you’re bright, by now you’ve seen where I’m going with this. She gets all the credit, I get all the blame, even though if she’d just do what I tell her to do, she’d get killed maybe only one-tenth as often as she does.
It’s a little bit too much like real life, y’know?
How about, when I tell her to veer off to the left so the fireball doesn’t hit her, and instead she just walks right into it like a lemming over a cliff…she looks right into the camera, apologizes profusely, asks for a do-over, and takes extra-careful steps to make absolutely sure she understands which way I’m telling her to walk. And then, if it still doesn’t work out, pulls an ancient scroll out of the knapsack of hers with a mailing address of someone who’d be happy to ship me a brand new controller — on her dime. After all, I’ve already been hit in the pocketbook plenty hard enough, and the Countess of Abbington is supposed to be independently wealthy, haven’t you heard?
That would be a pleasant break from reality.
*The UPS guy. You knew that.
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I was thinking nudity was missing.
- Andy | 03/09/2009 @ 17:09My husband and (grown) eldest son have spent plenty of time in Laura’s womb. While a fierce, sexy backward split kick, vaunted off a balance beam to the crotch makes for good, clean fun… a nice firearm would fix the bad guy’s shit with much less risk of getting your head cut off.
So yes, I’m all in favor of gun power over erotic f*ck me pumps in the heat of battle.
**smoochies back atcha Morgan!
- Daphne | 03/09/2009 @ 21:50