A Return? HAH!

A bit of summer perspective:

One month has already passed and while I’ve still got one and 3/4 of a summer left, it’s all passing far too quickly. In fact, I dare say it’s passing quicker than usual. I remember everything taking forever and a day to come to pass in my younger years. Now that I’m approaching the wrong side of 30, I want things to slow the fuck down! Good luck getting that to happen. Yes, Marty, we all know that you’re turning 30 in a matter of months. Let me reflect a little, damn it!

As you may have gathered from the paragraph above, I have somewhat resolved to start cursing more in my printed words. I mean, I already do it enough in real life and while I’d like to imagine myself as a ten foot tall giant of an intellectual while I’m behind the keyboard, I’m really just an ass clown-tard.

We got kittens or something. One of them really likes me. I like her too.

Dear God I missed this. I never realized how much I relied on journaling to look back on myself and think “Wow, I was such a damn idiot”.

Enough self-deprecation! I’ve begun, in earnest, the process of fixing myself. I’ve spent enough time waiting for God to fix me when I think he’s been waiting for me to get to a point where I’m willing to work on myself. Does that make sense? Funny how this works, as exerting things like willpower and self-control make me doubt I ever even needed him in the first place if that’s all it took. Oh, but the secret is to remain in control of your thoughts and eyes and actions. This is a hard thing for me to do as I spend most of my time in life just enjoying the moment and not really being inside my head. Does that make sense? So much of who I am  has been wrapped up in feeling like a failure that I’m not even sure I’d know what it means to succeed anymore. Oh well, fuck it. To quote one far wiser than I, “faint hearts never won fair ladies”.

I wrote a song about “evil” Stephanie that I am way too proud of (the chorus especially). Perhaps you’ll hear it someday. It’s always been a dream of mine to have a song out there in America that would carry a piece of my past to other people ala Adam Duritz (”Maria says she’s crying…”).

That’s enough for now.

X-Men Origins: Wolverine in Bullet Points

I think I’ll turn this bullet points idea into a running thing. I like it! Rather than spend your hard earned money on X-Men Origins: Wolverine, allow me to sum it up in these lovingly crafted LOLspeak bullet points:

• WTF?! I can has bone claws and healing factor?!
• Mai brudder is teh hardcorez… and a jerk!
• I is not aminal…
• Not time for’splosions nao, time for talkies.
• OMG! Dere’s peoples dyin’!
• Adamantum FTW!
• Time for ’splosions!
• Moar talkies…
• MOAR ‘SPLOSIONS!1!!
• Anger and trust issues: I has dem.
• Can’t remembers now kthxbai!
• You shhh shushie!

Braided Life

Going to see Dashboard Confessional tomorrow. I am stupid excited about this.

The wife and I got back into World of Warcraft. Oh, did I forget to tell you?

I’ve been writing songs off and on. Got about five keepers so far. I’ll let you all know when/if I decide to record.

I’ve also picked up writing poetry again. Somewhere, I know Andrea must have felt bile rise in her throat.

Quitting church has been one of the BEST things that I’ve done for myself in a while. Is that sad?

What’s Wrong With My DSi?

It can’t play games from the SD card. Games must be copied to your system memory in order to play them. I find it interesting that Nintendo tried this already with a little known product called the Wii before being forced to update the firmware to allow play from your SD card. Why on God’s good earth did they think this would work now?

The only audio files you can play are AAC, more commonly known as iTunes tracks. Sorry mp3 or WMA, fans. While this isn’t as big a deal as the SD problem, it is somewhat inconvenient.

Hardly anyone has mentioned the second problem and I have yet to see any gaming sites mention the first one. You’ve been warned.

Resident Evil 5 (in Bullet Points)

• You’ve played this game before when it was cooler and, surprisingly, when the story was better. It’s called Resident Evil 4.
• Inventory management is a joke.
• Play by yourself only if you have a paralyzing fear of others…like me.
• Even though he’s buff as all get out, Chris Redfield sure gets winded easily. Should’a spent more time on the cardio, eh muscle brain?
• Sheva is not an asset or a liability which makes me wonder just why she’s in the game to begin with.
• There are no scares in this game, unless you scare easily.
• Not racist.