“What did you guys do this weekend?”
“Ahh, not much. Got some sun, went to the beach. How about you?”
“Oh I pushed a hooker off a cliff.”
So I’ve been playing Grand Theft Auto IV over the weekend and I must say that it is a true tribute to the American way of life, and the American Dream. You play a Niko Bellic a stereotypical Eastern Bloc type that is escaping his demons in the “Old Country.” After arriving in America, he finds that American Dream isn’t easily obtained, so like every other foreigner that comes to this country he turns to a life of crime.
On the way of his Scarface-esque rise to the top, Niko meets other stereotypes like Packie, the Irish-man who makes bombs, Little Jacob, the weed smoking Jamaican Bruddah, and Elizabetha, the lesbian crime mistress (who looks a lot like Queen Latifah).
Now while this game contains visually dazzling graphics and has an amazing physics engine, it is pretty much like the previous GTA games. Drive to a location, kill someone, run from the cops, lather, rinse, repeat. Game play wise, it’s the same ol’ same ol’.
The most surprising part of the game is that it reminds me that I have horrible sociopath inside. That if we lived in a world without laws and repercussions, that I would regularly run over old people trying to cross the street. When no one was watching me play the game, sitting there judging my actions, I totally pushed that woman into on-coming traffic!
Or… it reminds me that end of the day it’s a just a video game. I can’t wait to play some more when I get home. Maybe after some Rock Band.
My old house mate Matt is a white guy. For some odd reason though all of his friends are pretty much Asian. In highschool, this was the case. Same with College, and now Med-school.
Matthew: yeah she’s italian and jewish me: this makes me uneasy Matthew: dad = italian, mom = jew Matthew: yeah, i date white people Me: what’s up with that? Matthew: they’re exotic to me me: HAHAHAHAHA Matthew: it is so wrong
but it feels so right me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
holy shit.. that is some fucked up shit.
He’s Cal’s legendary crew coach of 19 years. He’s also the man who single handedly revitalized Cal Football and Athletics departments. He was the interim Athletic Director from 2001-2004 and was responsible for hiring Jeff Tedford. Tedford’s revitalization of Cal Football showed the administration that Cal athletics could be profitable. This led to the hiring of aggressive AD Sandy Barbour, who’s most recent achievement is hiring former Furd basketball coach Mike Montgomery.
In 2004, Steve Gladstone resigned so that he could focus on crew. Coincidentally he won a National Championship in 2006. This led to him “tying Charles “Pop” Courtney for the most Varsity Challenge Cup Titles (IRA Varsity Eight National Championships); Courtney won 11 titles while at Cornell between 1901 and 1915.”
Cal’s athletics have the potential to be very exciting for years to come. Thank you Steve Gladstone.
A smart man learns from his mistakes, a wise man learns from the mistakes of others.
I don’t who said that.. I probably heard it from some movie, or I read it somewhere (right.. like I can actually read, one day… one day…*waves fist at sky*). Anyways I make lots of mistakes in life… A LOT… so I figure I should help out the rest of you guys out and write down my mistakes.
So my recent mistake: Buying jeans with a button fly.
The problem is it takes like 10-20 seconds to unbutton. You have to unbutton all the top button and middle buttons when you gotta take a leak. THIS SUCKS! That’s 10 seconds of my life that are completely wasted, especially when you really gotta go! NEVER AGAIN BUTTON FLY JEANS!! NEVER AGAIN!
Note: This may not apply to the female readers of this blog. Who knows, it might. I’m all about egalitarianism.
Ok so Michelle asked me last night what was my favorite fried food was. As I thought about Calamari, Onion Rings, and French Fries, I thought of a counter question. Is there such thing as a bad tasting fried food? Not bad for you… that question is a no brainer.
I asked Michelle, and she responded with “Rotting Fish.” No that doesn’t count. You can’t just say Fried Dog Poo and call that a real food item.
As I went through more fried foods in my head(mmm donuts, funnel cakes, mmm), I had to concede that even fried bananas were pretty damn tasty.
So I present the question, is there a bad fried food?
It’s been a crazy 2 weeks with all the moving we’ve done. Been setting up the network at the new place, and rearranging my new desk.
Packing up the lab…
Packing up your desk…
Packing up the files of your fired bosses… how many is that? 1.. 2.. 3.. 4? damn…
Packing up the stacks and stacks of paper left from people before…
Packing it all up… throwing it in box… finding a corner for it gather dust in…
Goodbye 1170… the good and the bad… has it been 3 years almost? already?
