It’s been a while since my last post; I’ve missed you guys. That was a lie, but the following isn’t: I’m so unmotivated. I have more free time than I did in grad school, far more money than I did in grad school, and far more computational power than I did in grad school. So why do I do so little? I remember thinking about how much stuff I’d do in my free time once I became a master (of the universe), but now I find myself doing very little now that I’m no longer working 50+ hours a week. I should be going through games like a lush goes through beer, but I don’t. I’ve had Tales of the Abyss for a few months, and it’s still in its shrink wrap. I’ve been playing Odin Sphere for about a month and I’ve so far only put 40 hours into it. That’s pathetic! I still haven’t beaten Mega Man 9, but in my defense, beating that stupid, stupid last stage (which really is just 4 levels of stupid) is going to require me to just sit down and grind through it for a weekend.
My compiler has done very little compiling lately. There are so many little projects I’ve wanted to work on, but I’ve just been to lazy to start. The only thing I’ve done is work on a Mario AI, and I’ve had limited success with that. My instruments have been getting a small amount of love. This is a shame; I suck and should be playing more so I suck less. I’ve barely recorded anything new. It’s not due to a shortage of things to record, I just have been far too lazy to record anything. What’s wrong with me? I remember a time when I would put in full workdays into games. I remember a time when I was constantly recording bad music. I remember a time where I couldn’t stop programming. Now I’m just a lazy shell of a man. It’s sad.
André//1:01 PM//I'm surprised 3 people left commentsI’ve recently realized my living room lacked a fake drum set. This is a huge problem. So now comes the painful choice: Rock Band 2 (and not The Beatles: Rock Band because I don’t like The Beatles) or Guitar Hero 5. I was leaning towards Guitar Hero 5 because I like the GH5 drum set a bit more, and there’s one more drum than the RB2 drum set. So it would be easier to go from GH5 to RB2 than it would to go from RB2 to GH5. Then I found out Shirley Manson is in GH5, and I heart me some Shirley Manson. It’s hard to say no to Shirley Manson. If she told me to punch some dude, that dude would be punched with a quickness. Then I found out Kurt Cobain is in GH5; this seemed off, but I could live with it if he was only playing Nirvana songs. Then I found out someone gave Activision the permission to dig up his corpse and take a dump on it, and I face-palmed and died a little on the inside. On one hand, it saddens me that Activision thought this would be the classiest thing to do. On the other hand, someone’s widow had to give them the rights to do this. Word on the street is she’s planning on suing Activision. I don’t think that’s going to go so well for her since she signed the contract (Activision is saying the same thing). Regardless, I don’t think my conscience (I really do have one) will let me buy GH5 even with the pulling power of Shirley Manson. So I thank you Courtney Love and Activision, you made my choice so much easier and denied me of having Shirley Manson on my 360. I’m just going to buy Rock Band 2.
André//1:32 PM//Someone felt like leaving a commentWhen I was a undergrad, I use to live in a big, old, cheap, and crappy house with some people. How crappy was that house? None of the windows had screens on them. There were many a time when I had a window fan going and I’d hear the sound of a bug flying into one side of the fan and being shot out of the other side. The downstairs bathroom looked like death and unhappiness. There was mold on the ceiling, severe water damage, and other nastiness. I’m pretty sure most of us just abandoned that bathroom after a while and used only the other one. The dishwasher didn’t work and became a home to bugs, and we lived right next to a frat house. I’m pretty sure they nailed a dead squirrel to a tree; Chris was horrified, but he was (probably still is) a bit of a girl at times. As crappy as that house was, it was so much better than the dorms because I didn’t have to share a room with some jerk and share a bathroom with 30 guys.
Eventually, I got my degrees, a graduate teaching assistant position, and a lot more money. I decided that I didn’t want to live in that crappy house nor live with people anymore, so I found an apartment on the other side of campus. It was awesome, at least compared to my old place. It was all mine. When I leave my room, there are no shirtless men about (yes ladies, that’s a problem). When I go to the bathroom, no one is in there. When I’m not in the mood to deal with people, there’s no one in my house I have to interact with. When I open my fridge, my food is still in there. No one mistakes my Tennessee Pride sausage for their crappy sausage, then told me that I should have their crappy sausage because they taste the same. You are wrong Nick, your crappy sausage is not the pride of Tennessee, so shove it. But I digress, the apartment was nice. Sure, it was small, there was carpet everywhere (including the bathroom), I had neighbors who cooked Indian food on occasion, there was no central A/C, and the smoke alarm liked to go off when I was cooking toast, but it was all mine.
After two years, I became a master, got a job, and moved to Kansas City. Now I finally arrive to the point of this post (I’ve been trying to do this whole “having a point” thing lately): single living for me at this current moment. In short, it’s pretty awesome almost all the time. My apartment is at least twice as large as my old apartment, certain places are appropriately tiled, and I have more money to fill my apartment with awesome things. I even have a porch and storage closet I’ve currently have no use for. However, there are certain difficulties associated with my current living situation. Since I moved to a new city and live by myself, my Dad, for some absurdly wrong reason(s), thinks I’m lonley. This doesn’t surprise me; my Dad has some very incorrect ideas about me in his head (like most people). Another problem is cooking for one person. Let’s say I wanted to make and eat some brownies. I go down to the store, buy brownie mix, return home, and get my brownie on. So now I have a tray full of brownies. These brownies can’t stay in my fridge forever, so let’s say I have to eat them in about a week. Can I eat all the brownies in a week? Of course. Should I? No. Sure, I could give some of these brownies to someone, but someone’s a jerk. So I end up eating all those brownies, and I explode with snack happiness. They find me pieces of me stuck to the walls of my apartment. Speaking of which, if someone needs to come by and deliver something to my apartment, I’m the one who has to be there. But these are minor complaints. Having a place of my own is quite awesome. I don’t know how I lived with people for approximately 20 years, but I don’t plan on living with anyone ever again.
André//12:51 AM//I'm surprised 4 people left comments