March 07, 2009

Woke up. Arm dead. Oh - fuck!



Fell asleep on the couch for a few hours last night, and when I awoke, my arm was resting on my chest, I stand up to go to my room, and my arm just drops - a dull, strong lifeless feeling in my arm all the way up to my shoulder - my arm is swaying and feels, looks broken.

It was asleep, thank god. I grabbed my wrist with the other hand as I "oh no" to myself. After awhile, the tingling sensation sparkles into my fingers, then hand, then forearm. My circulation was definatley coming back. Luckily, no amputation. Phew!

March 06, 2009

Zero comments, minus one





Nothing to report this week.
Oh...had a pumpkin spiced mocha this morning. Liked, muchly.





March 01, 2009

Videogame language: Rated M


Frustration can stem from a plethora of numerous different situations, but one of the most boggling comes from that of videogames.

Let's say you're busting your ass, trying to beat a boss, complete a level, or find all 100 secret items scattered througout a virtual world...and you have to redo the whole thing over and over until you get it right, because you keep dying, time runs out, or you get stuck in the game.
Odds are...you're started to lose patience. This is easily evidenced by anyone playing a fighting game. As the player progresses, or rather de-gresses (cock off! I know that's not a word), primitive instincts take over, and he/she will degenerate into a cursing, controller throwing mess.
I'm never one to destroy my own property, usually I'll let out a "Fawk sakes..." or a "Kawksawker!" in hopes that I'll hurt the feelings of the assholish A.I. Little did I realize how often I did this until just recently, when we were all gaming at a friends house, when his daughter mimicked a "Fook Sakes" to her stuffed puppy. Totally out of the blue. Very cute, but still....very wrong.

Of course, I don't blame my vile language. I blame videogames, you know, like congress does....