Scrap Brain Zone

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I, Amnesic God,

As amnesic Gods, let us gravitate together yet divided, igniting rainstorms turning all good things to rust.
The thunderbolts are just for show, even though the caustic wake of our mistakes isn't enough to make us do just that,

Wake.

Just like clouds, it's time to reform, dissipate, relocate.

Sail me to the Moon

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I am very much infatuated with a girl that, to my knowledge, I have absolutely no chance with. I've just dismissed any and every thing I've felt over and over again, in response to my own lack of confidence dealing with possible outcomes, whether negative or positive. I seem to have a persisting feeling of general depression and lethargy regarding most everything in my life. As of yesterday, I fell into an overwhelming sense of apathy concerning it all.

Now, certain things come easy. It all coincides with apathy. If something happens, it happens. Who am I to be so lucky.


The dog days of the Summer,
Have got me ten to one outnumbered.
It seems like everybody up left and they may never come back.
Shadow that I'm standing on is still here,
And sometimes that's all that I can ask.

Sukiyaki Artigiano Django

I just got word that I'm working at the Hornby location for the next 3-4 weeks. I'm sorta excited because they're the busiest cafe in the world, so being on bar will be fun, though at the same time I'm super sad that I won't be working with me coworkers at my location.

I just want my own cafe already... The experience at Hornby will be worth it.

The greater majority of my coworkers are very touchy. Growing up, and being with my click of friends, having touchy body language was never part of communication in any way. In fact it was just considered weird throughout my life up until now, and now it's normal. I still am shocked when people just hug or give massages to each other all the time... Especially when it's done to me, I still have this weird deer in the headlights reaction, where it's just so foreign and unexpected that I don't know how to react. With everyone else though it's just everyday body language. I blame my non-touchyness on my parents, family, and being in a relationship for so long.

I'm not complaining or anything, just saying.

Though, sometimes it's confusing...

The Boney King of Nowhere

This is exactly what I feel like right now:

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape.
Broken branches trip me as I speak.
Just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there...
Just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there.

There's always a siren,
Singing you to shipwreck.
(Don't reach out, don't reach out
Don't reach out, don't reach out)

Steer away from these rocks,
We'd be a walking disaster.
(Don't reach out, don't reach out
Don't reach out, don't reach out)

Just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there...
(There's someone on your shoulder)
(There's someone on your shoulder)

Just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there...
(There's someone on your shoulder)
(There's someone on your shoulder)

There there!

Why so green and lonely?

Heaven sent you to me.

We are accidents,
Waiting, waiting to happen.

We are accidents,
Waiting, waiting to happen.

Song: There There
Artist: Radiohead
Album: Hail to the Thief (2003)

Minute or Two

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I glanced at your necklace,
Cause somethin' caught my eye.
Now I'm running and I'm scared.

Got me thinkin' something.
You got me thinkin' hard.
Did you want attention?
Did you want me lookin' at your heart?

Lights have started flashing.
The land began to humn.
Either running or dancing....

I need a minute.
Minute, or two.

I don't see you much.
Can I see clearly?
Through the haze where two collide?
Got me thinkin' something.
You got me thinkin' hard.
You want my attention?
Did you want me lookin' at your heart?

Two minutes thought through.
Two minutes of you.

Max out the volume, then, play it louder.

I've reaffiliated myself with really goddamn loud music. I'm glad I bought Bose. Ever since I moved in with Brian I've not played my music really loud, out of respect for my building-mates. Took me until today to think... Fuck 'em.

World's too complicated these days. Nobody has interest in just listening to music together. Alone all the time, but not together... I guess there's just too many other things to do with company? If I were to just ask someone, "Hey, wanna listen to this album I just got?", it'd be weird or... Something. Other than a girlfriend-boyfriend scenario, no one would really be interested. Goddamnit, I just wanna chill and listen to music.

Only person since I moved to Van to ever want to just listen to music, nothing else, just hang out and sit through a few albums, was Erin.

Good way to find new music too. Music at Erin's is where I got the album that's breaking my brain as I type this, which is Orchestra of Bubbles, by Ellen Allien & Apparat.


This also brings me to a more pressing matter, I need a bloody girlfriend. And I got someone in mind...

Neh.

Lock myself in with the band, but the music's never loud enough.

MICROSOFT, YOU BETCH.

What the FUCK is wrong with Microsoft?

Xbox 360 is the leading console in NA, yet they have a 100% fail rate.

THAT'S RIGHT, ONE HUNDRED PERCENT.
Q: What kind of piece of shit company would manufacture a product that WILL defect?
A: The kind that can.

Literally, NO ONE who has purchased an Xbox 360 has had it work flawlessly, at least not for over a year. I've not heard of a single soul. In fact, I was the only one anyone has ever known who's 360 worked fine for over one year. I've had it since 2007, and it worked amazing until yesterday, almost 2 years exactly. It was even an open box item.

The worst part is, I'm going to go buy another Xbox 360. Yeah! That's right! Another one, so in a year or maybe less, it one can break itself too! And I'll rage again! What's even worse than that, there's only one title I play on the goddamn system worth playing, and that's CoD4:MW. The next game that should be playable on the system is it's successor, Modern Warfare 2. I have a feeling that will bomb too, since no one knows how to make good games anymore.. Refer to Noob Effect.

Game over.

Sealed the Dealio

Just got back from Scandia Developments, where I had a final talk with their secretary Genie and my new Landlord Torben. I signed the lease for that place on Granville and Broadway, so I'll be moving in September 1st!

I also just realized there's a BC Liquor half a block away from my new place!

Torben is a neat and very friendly old Danish man. Way back in the day he bought out all the property on Granville Street from 5th Avenue to 16th Avenue, and has ever since only rented out his buildings to stores related to art and/or antiques. Of course, he lost or sold a lot of the property along the way, but this guy owns half of Granville still.

The Noob Effect

Over time it seems many people have forgotten the most important ingredient to a good gaming experience; the good game. And by 'Game', I'm not referring to shader effects, high polygon counts, compelling story(Or any other of the irrelevant nonsense I don't give a submarining fuck about), I mean the actual game play, the part where you control stuff, then have it interact with other stuff, and then your brain generates FUN. If I wanted a compelling story, I'd read a book. There's only a few million of them already in existence, the majority of which are written by people who's talents compare to the best video game writers the same way Kobe Bryant's penis might compare to that of a poorly endowed titmouse. If enduring 90 minutes of CGI cut scenes dubbed with pornography grade voice acting sounds exciting to you, I suggest you immediately navigate your web-browser to your neighborhood torrent site and start downloading something called a 'Movie'. Any of them will do really, because apparently you're very easily satisfied.

Perhaps I'm romanticizing the past here, but I remember a time when most games were about being challenge to explore new game play mechanics, about learning and solving new puzzles, about improving your skills against all types of adversaries, and about feeling proud of your accomplishments. Now the mostly shiny particle effected vessels guiding any soccer-mom caliber gamer through a generic third grade level story where anyone with a brain the size of a steroid shrunk testicle can pretend to be a HERO, and maintain a fantasy of not sucking balls at video games!

"But I need a reason for what I'm doing, motivation for my character, a back story!"

Would you really need a back story to play Donkey Kong, you twat? How about football? or poker? If the process of of playing a game isn't fun for you, well maybe you're not a GAMER?? Of course, not to sound unappreciative of all my free kills in CoD4, but lately I've become rather miffed at the notion that this overwhelming number of noobs has negatively influences the direction of video game design for ever. Instead of humanity pursuing the development of the next chess, we have an endless supply of 8 hour long interactive B-movie experiences, at 60 dollars a pop, with unimaginatively reskinned sequels announced exactly 3 seconds after the current product is launched.

Congratulations noobs, you've effectively raised an army of consumer gaming zombies who conveniently seem to lack not only artistic standards, but aposable thumbs. I'd be inclined to look the other way and ignore the thumbless zombie parade, but these bungling poor sports have the audacity to hate on GOOD gamers. The gamers who play games for GAME PLAY. And so we're subjected to the endless abuse of idiotic whiners.

"Fag", "Hacker", "Imbalabance!".

But the truth is, the only imbalance is coming from your underdeveloped inner ear, you uncoordinated ball of gay! I'm truly sorry you got your clumsy ass kicked around in gym class like a hacky sack in the 1980s, but that's no reason to be a bitch while I'm kicking your virtual ass in Super Smash Brothers Brawl(Button Masher?). And even more infuriating than the consumer zombie noobs, are the ones whose jobs involve playing video games and then critiquing them for mass public consumption. These champions of mob mentality shouldn't bother me since I've grown rather accustomed to unqualified nitwits performing undeserved jobs, accept within gaming media circles(IGN, 1UP), being a noob is some kind of fucking prerequisite. I know going through life with the lack of a pin script must be frustrating, but calling a three hour single player experience the height of game design, and comparing the dialog in GTA4 to that of the Godfather is nothing less than ABSOLUTELY RETARDED.

Here's the unpleasant truth; You're teachers lied to you when they said that anyone, even you, could become an astronaut. Some people are just naturally better at certain things than others(Indeed). There's something called talent. No matter how hard I try I'll never paint a Mona Lisa, or invent the quantum computer. No matter how hard you try you'll never finish Contra without cheating. Many people have a genuine desire to challenge themselves to be better. This does not make them alien or cruel, and certainly not "Fags". It just makes them good gamers. It's no reason to resent them. So the next times you think you can beat the GOOD gamers if "I just played as much as them", think again; All the basketball training in the world won't help your pudgy 5 foot ass into the NBA, just like all the Star Craft training in the world couldn't prevent Pok Sun Joon from sticking his golden mouse up your ass.