It’s that magical time of the year: Thanksgiving time! I bet someone was thinking I was referring to Christmas time, but they would be wrong. It amazes me how some people disrespect Thanksgiving by putting up Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving! How dare you sit and feast on Thanksgiving dinner with your Christmas decorations already up! It’s like going on a date with someone and having that someone spend the entire time talking about how hot somebody else is. When I see Christmas decorations up before Thanksgiving, I just want to take those decorations and throw them on the ground (I won’t be part of this system)! What other holiday solely revolves around getting your grub on? There is none. I can’t think of a holiday I enjoy more. Christmas? Christmas involves the giving and receiving of presents! Forget that mess. Am I a scrooge? Do I hate presents? No, I just don’t receive presents anymore; I kinda have a job and moneys (yes, money of different currencies!). I don’t accept presents from friends, I have no significant other, and I’d rather my mom and dad not spend any money on me. So no presents, and I don’t mind.
As with many major holidays, I go visit my parents. The only downside to visiting my parents is that my parents live 200+ miles away from me and 300+ miles away from each other. If I go home, I have to leave the comfort of my apartment and my TV, both of which are pretty nice. I can’t just visit only my mom or my dad; furthermore, visiting my dad only means I miss out on the tasty food my mom makes. I have to visit both in the course of a 9 days, and now that I work, I have to take time off of work to do so. Lots of driving will be done (flying won’t really save me that much time). I wished my parents lived closer to each other so I could be lazy. Oh well, at least I’ll have something to do in St. Louis this time: visit the new Micro Center.
André//11:08 AM//I'm surprised 3 people left commentsAs much as I’d like to forget, I remember when I was in high school. As soon as my dad got home and I had to relinquish control of the computer (there was only one), I’d often spend the rest of the night with my PS2 or Cubey McCube. Those nights were good nights. Now I have slightly less free time, but significantly more money; I can pretty much buy all the games I want and I have the time to play the crap out of them. I’ve been revisiting games I didn’t beat all the way or warrant a second play-through. I’ve even made a list of games to go through, because that’s how I roll. But I haven’t been playing all that much. Gone are the days where I would put in a full work day on a game. And I’m talking a real work day, not a spend-half-my-time-on-Reddit work day.
After giving the business to RE4 (which looks really sad on an HDTV), I remembered a game I bought last Christmas, but never got around to playing thanks to my thesis (which is something everyone should read). So I went to my DVD shelf and that’s when I met her: Tales of the Abyss. I started playing and it was beautiful. I played that game all night, then the next night, and so on. Sure, she’s not perfect, but who is? She’s not as hot as her older sister. Her load times are a bit long and a bit too numerous. But she helped me remembered something: I love me some J-RPGs, I love them good. I think I’ll hold off on the latest Castlevania game for the DS and buy Persona 3 (possibly Persona 4 after that).
On a slightly related note, I have the Left 4 Dead 2 demo sitting on my computer, and I haven’t played it yet. I really should get on that. Just like Glenn Beck, zombies must be shot in the face. If I succumb to the urge and buy the game, I’ll need to find a L4D2 crew to roll with. But that will take planning and effort, because some people have significant others, responsibilities, lives, etc. Some people disgust me, but not Tales of the Abyss. She’s lovely.
André//10:16 AM//I'm surprised 4 people left comments8+ years ago, I made this blog and called it “SFX’s Antisocial Blog”, and it was kinda inane (I was a teenager, teenagers suck). However, I thought the name fit the blog quite appropriately. Eventually, I stopped being a teenager and started sucking a bit less; I didn’t seem to enjoy the name as much. So when I pulled an Ariel, i.e., deleted my blog and started over, there was a need for a new name. But I’m quite uncreative, so I simply named it “André’s Blog”. Boring? Very much so. Have you tried googling “André’s Blog”? You get 90 million blogs, and mine is #90,000,000. And those blogs are made by sucky people who not only suck, but share my name. Some of them don’t even put an accent on their e! It’s like having a sausage and a biscuit, but not putting the sausage in the biscuit: morally reprehensible.
I’ve been meaning to give the blog a superior name, but it’s a difficult endeavor due to my being lazy and uncreative. However, I occasionally get a bit less uncreative and a bit less lazy; I stuck “Impersonal” in the middle and I think I like it. It’s so apt! How personal is the blog? Not very personal at all. I think the name fits, like a pleasant pair of pants and unlike an unpleasant pair of hipster pants. On a related note, why would any man wear tight pants? I know I could bring myself to walk over to the women’s section (where else are you going to get pants made for the ladies?) to buy clothes; kinda girly. And on that note, I think I’m done here.
André//11:53 PM//No one ever leaves comments