Gone To Shit
"2old2play has another great story up looking into how games have become more complicated due to strategy guides. From the article; "Strategy guides have affected gaming by making games harder for all of us. That's right, it's not a typo -- strategy guides have created more difficult games. Lend me your eyes and attention spans, and I'll explain. Admittedly, it may be a rambling explanation, but bare with me and we should get there eventually."
Ya know I always find a strategy guide for things like Final Fantasy just because some puzzles are just ridiculous and I have no interest in trial & erroring for an hour when I'd rather kill monsters. But there really is somethign to this.
The spelling errors are bad enough; although I can't hold them against the original poster - one was from the submitted article, and the other was obviously just a typo, which anyone might do when submitting something to a site like this. I do, however, question what, exactly, anyone who works for Slashdot is DOING when article summaries such as this one are obviously posted verbatim with no editing whatsoever. Seriously, do you guys WORK for a living? How in the hell hard would it be to CHECK YOUR SUBMISSIONS?
What REALLY offends me about this entry though, is the casual use of language in the posting. "Ya know" and "Trial & Erroring" are both just extremely lazy ways to phrase something, and once again, I am not going to blame the original poster, because frankly, that kid is NOT PAID by Slashdot for his submissions, so why should he give a rat's ass about the professional quality of his summary? He's just some guy who plays video games. There are EDITORS who are PAID to put these articles on the front of Slashdot - WHERE ARE YOU GUYS? How much effort would it take for you to GLANCE at this entry and say to yourself "PERHAPS I SHOULD SPELL CHECK AND CORRECT THIS FOR GRAMMAR"? Have any of you passed the second grade?
The discussion forum was even worse. Since this is a video game article, any talk of professionalism was, as usual, overrun by extremely irritating fourteen year old grammar apologists, convinced that proper grammar is unnecessary as long as you might understand the underlying CONCEPTS their poorly worded speech attempts to convey. And naturally, anyone who complained about the submission had their own grammatical flaws pointed out to them, as if somehow the situation of some jackass posting in a discussion forum is in ANY WAY similar to that of a professional "news website" posting articles ON ITS FRONT PAGE. Guess what, assholes, neither I nor any other grammar nazi here am paid to write articles, nor post. SLASHDOT'S EDITORS ARE.
This site is terrible, and you should feel terrible if you work for it.
Reading this site seriously decreases my faith in humanity sometimes; the way a lot of people tend to think around here really has prompted me to stop posting very much.
That said, the article about Bill Gates giving 258 MILLION DOLLARS to Malaria research and the subsequent outrageous reaction of obviously closeted computer nerds is one of the most disgusting things I have ever read. Don't get me wrong - the ARTICLE was fine, but the discussion threads involving unwashed, bearded dorks ripping Gates a new asshole despite presumably having never in their entire virgin lives donated ONE FUCKING DOLLAR to Malaria research is so awful as to make me entirely flabbergasted this morning. If there was some sort of machine that would enable me to travel to every one of your houses this morning so that I could kick each one of you in the nuts, I WOULD PAY SEVERAL THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR THAT MACHINE. So that I could be like Santa Claus unto your undeserving, pathetic selves, except instead of getting a present, you would get KICKED IN THE NUTS.
You know what, I did the same thing as you guys this morning (other than the part where you were jacking off to anime). I got up, went to work at my computer related job, and I read about some guy donating money to MALARIA RESEARCH on Slashdot. What seems to separate us is that I moved on and read some other article while a whole huge bunch of morons tore the motivations of Gates apart in some kind of bizarre attempt to link this particular action of his with your obsessive, nerdy hatred of Microsoft and everything they've ever done. I don't even care if you hate MS, but Jesus man, do you HONESTLY think that Gates is evil personified, just because he started that company? Is it ever PAINFUL to view the world with such naive, retarded simplicity?
I am going to start posting every day again just so you stupid fuckers will notice this journal. The next one of you nimrods to open his vapid, cheeto-dust covered mouth about someone else's philanthropy better damn well mail a donation to Africa, or I am seriously going to deliver on that nut kicking promise. Christ.
Money, Alcohol, Rock
I never seem to have any money around for some reason or another. It's not like I don't make a decent salary; I have a Bachelor's degree and a decent (easy) job. It is in the public sector and I did graduate with a pretty horrible GPA, but I get along pretty well, being single and all.
My money all goes to alcohol and rock. That's pretty much what my life consists of. The annoyance is that most of my friends are drunken musicians who work at Subway or Food For Less or places like that and they're right there with me, drinking and rocking. How in the fuck do I do the exact same thing as these people, making way more money, and end up exactly as broke at the end of the month? What is with that? I'd say my friends are financing their continuous moving party with drug sales, but I'm pretty sure the real answer is that I am insane and I throw money around like it's fucking confetti and I don't have a tendency to consider the ramifications of any dumb ass thing I'm doing at any time. Ever.
There's no point to this journal or anything; I just figured I hadn't written one in about a year. When you picture me, imagine me hammered off of my ass, clutching a sodden pile of crumpled bills in my fist, demanding that everyone is doing shots of tequila right now. And then wondering how in god's name I end up making deficit expenditures at the end of every month. I'm like the god damn US government, only with slightly fewer wars.
Never really bothered with this whole Journal thing before. Hell, I probably read and posted on Slashdot for two years before I even noticed that it existed. I'm just that smart, people.
Well, not that anyone will probably ever read this entry anyway, as none of my real life buddies ever read Slashdot, and I have never posted enough to gain a reputation one way or another in this place.
Anyhow, as the subject of the journal entry says, this is about scotch, or more to the point, about drinking and being a jackass in general. I had a relatively tame college life - don't get me wrong, I had a great time, it's just that it never really involved drinking much. I got married as soon as I got out, which in retrospect was by far the worst decision I have ever made, and it bit me right in the ass when I got divorced a few months ago. I took up with some recent acquaintances - friends of a college buddy who was about to move away forever. What I ended up getting in on was a month and a half long send off for this guy, and I'm still reeling from it.
We started drinking heavily every night. 3-4 times a week I was in the same bar with my buddy from school. If we weren't there, we were at my place drinking beer and playing video games, or at his brother's drinking scotch. On Friday nights we would sit at the same table at the same bar every time, drinking beer from 8:00 until the bar closed, with rather insane amounts of shots in between. Expensive shots that left my wallet hurting, believe me. Cinnamon doesn't taste like cinnamon any more. It tastes like Goldschlager. When I brush my teeth I might as well be drinking the Exxon Valdez (a truly disgusting combination of Jaegermeister and some crazy as yet unidentified blue and red shit - whole thing tastes exactly like toothpaste). Carbombs were a favorite. Tequila shots. Whiskey shots. Shot after shot of some horrid abomination called Fernet (fermented beet molasses, for the fortunately uninitiated). Grappa (don't drink this). Absolut Peppar. This shit still makes me sick whenever I so much as think about it.
I spent quite a few post bar nights retching for several hours. I invited two friends over one night to watch some TV after we each downed 10 beers and 14 shots at the bar. We kept drinking at my place and I ended up throwing up at least fifty times. I started to wonder right around then if this actually constituted fun, but it was new, and interesting, so I guess it still seemed all right at the time.
Between the booze and my ridiculous splurging on guitars and tvs and shit I just really didn't need, I spent $8000 in two months. No shit. Right at the moment, I am approaching being flat broke, but what the hell, right?
The month culminated in a party at this guy's apartment. He had all of us over and a good portion of his family as well. We drank enough alcohol to drown an entire city that night. An old friend of mine ended up passing out on the lawn wearing a sombrero, and the host of the party ended up freaking out and punching a hole through his downstairs wall while I was out waking this guy up. I got to clean up a huge puddle of puke and drive home so drunk I could barely see that night. I'm not sure whether this either ended up being a good experience or not.
I'm sure this is a boring story right now. You see, that's exactly my problem, and what prompted me to write this entry. The month long party ended, and I just kept right on drinking, 5-6 nights a week. My friends are beginning to think I have a problem, and I'm wondering myself - alcholism does run in my family. Shit, last Saturday I must have downed 6 beers and 7 glasses of scotch, and I was just the biggest asshole you could imagine to a room full of total strangers. I thought I was having fun when this shit started, but when I write about it now or try to tell stories, it's all just a big mess, and it sounds SO FUCKING LAME. What in the fucking hell have I been doing with myself lately?
My drinking episodes are just becoming trite and boring. I guess I need to give it up, or get new friends who are more destructive and exciting or something. I don't even know anymore, to tell you the truth.