Monday, August 29, 2011

Thank god that's over.

I just got done with Jury duty.  Man, what a pain in the ass.  At least no one can say I didn't do my duty.

Stupidly, they put me on a home invasion case.  Seeing as I survived one almost 5 years ago, it wasn't like I could honestly judge this case and keep a good conscience, so I got kicked loose.  Shortly thereafter, the JC dismissed us all.

Hopefully, they'll lose my damned name.

Friday, August 19, 2011


I was recently listening to an episode of Vicious Circle which reminded me of old video games I used to play back in the day.  They were discussing battle toads and I suddenly flashed back to the Game Boy version of that game.  Holy shit, what a fucking exercise in cruelty.  You'd survive (Note I don't say PROGRESS) a few levels before being mercilessly smacked the fuck down.  Good times.

Mario Land was another game boy game I played the everloving shit out of.  The graphics weren't anything to write home about, but the gameplay was mostly classic mario (with a few fucked up spots, like shitty "landing" detection.. you'd jump on a block but fall through the edge of it,)

Mario Land 2 and Wario land fixed these problems.

There were also several entries from the Final Fantasy universe for the Game Boy.  I played (and enjoyed) them all, but they did seem to get much easier as the numbers progressed.  The last one (IIRC) was Final Fantasy Adventure, which while much like Zelda and awesome, wasn't all that challenging.

I look at many of the games out today and while the graphics and sound are awesome, something seems to be lacking in the game play department.  It may be that I'm over 30 and turning into an old curmudgeonly motherfucker, though.

Oh well.

It's been a while....

...not but a few hours ago, I was in a friends car when we got rear-ended by a mexican girl.  Said girl promptly hit the gas pedal and ran off around the corner in a half-assed attempt to escape.  She then stopped at her workplace, apparently thinking she was safe.  Said moron was rather surprised to see us come rolling up on her moments later, informing her that we were calling the cops.  A male mexican cop rolled up and gently suggested that we let the whole thing go.  My friend, noting that the damage to his car amounted to scratches on his bumper (his car was an older model Ford) relented.  The girl didn't even have a drivers license, but the cop let her mom come and get her.  No ticket, no arrest, nothing.

Oh well, at least her crumpled fender will be pretty expensive to fix.