CasualObserver

Is it really OUR fault that we didn't like the game? Naaah! I think this quote pretty much sums it up.

"What’s really going on here is a confluence of trends. One, which the Times article points out, is that audiences are getting better at seeing through hype and rejecting the crap."
(http://esr.ibiblio.org/?p=200)

I reject you Minter, and all your works and powers. Sorry man. I just do.

Gonads and strife.

Most legendary moment? I'd rather not be specific, but let's just say it has something to do with how many children I have ;)

Boogidy Boogidy Boo!

Eight years or so ago, at about one AM, I'm headed down a four lane street in Chicago. It had stopped raining about an hour previous to that, so the streets had dried up for the most part, but it was still slick enough here and there to allow for a little "fun".

I was driving a 1987 Toyota Corolla SR5. White, with huge BF Goodrich Radial T/A tires. I mean these tires were huge: 215/50R13. These huge tires (think hydroplane) plus the fact that my car was rear wheel drive meant that I was probably a little "friskier" behind the wheel in rain and snow than I really should have been.

So I'm planning to make a left turn, so I get into the left turn lane. There's NO traffic at all. It was one of those 5 to 10 minute lulls in city traffic you see sometimes when there's not a car in sight for several blocks. The light turns green, so I decide that I'm going to kick the tail of the car out a little as I turn. Just a little, playful flourish if you will. So I accelerate ahead to make the turn, get partway into the turn and then "goose" the throttle a little bit to get the rear end to slide out. AT least, that was my plan. For some reason, my foot heard "stomp" instead of "goose"...

The RPM's jump up to about 4K-5K. At this point I'm in full-tilt, wheel-spinning, tire-screeching, "Hey! Wake up everybody and look at me!" mode. I'm wrestling with the steering wheel, trying to make sure I don't loose control of the car and crash into the gas station on the corner. Once I actually gained control of the car, I realized that I had just accidentally done a BEAUTIFUL, almost perfect 270 degree turn and I'm now facing in the opposite direction (as if I had made a right turn instead).

Of course, there was no one around to see my shenanigans, (and how hurt my pride was because of my little slip-up) but I felt compelled to "play it off" anyway, as if I had intended the elaborate maneuver all along. So I adjusted the throttle and squealed off down the street where I eventually decided to drive like a sensible human being for the rest of the night.

Now, I only do stuff like that in Forza. Minivans and family sedans just aren't that nimble.

I always win Kudos by impressing people with my, intelligent, concise posts.

That and driving like a moonshine runner.
Yeeee Haw!!

I'll get "cranked" and "jack it up" like this:

LOLZ I'll be all up in the Campaign, on Legendary, with all 13 skulls active at the same time, and I'll be all like

"Bam!! Brute Hero goes down!
Bam!! Brute Chieftain goes down!
All those suckas is going DOWN!!
Masta Chief be taking them suckas OUT!!!"

And the Arbiter will be all like

"OMGLOLERZ! Phantom with 20 Brutes take out the Masta Chief!!!"

And I'll be all like

"Brutes is baby stuff homie! All they costumes and Gravity hammers ain't NOTHING! Masta Chief tha real dope, homie!
Masta Chief be takin out all y'all stupid Brutes!
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Take out THIS Brute!!
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Take out THAT Brute!!
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"

And then I drinks more fuel and eat LOLERPOPS FTW!

Thanks for the swag!

Gonads and Strife!
Gonads and Strife!!
Gonads and Strife!!!

Thanks for the TV :)