by Matt | Nov 9, 2004 | Imported Entry
It was a good weekend.
See great movie – Check!
Play old school video game and feel good about it – Check!
Get out of speeding ticket – Check!
Stand in line at midnight to get my hands on Halo 2. Hella Check! Gotta love it when the receipt says “Time of purchase 00:02”. Yeah baby. I already played through the first level. I’ll put a more serious dent in it tonight.
Which brings me to a question. Any XBox owner out there remember how to force Hi-Res textures? It was something like “hold every button and hit select” or something equally insane. I remember having to do it with Fable and it worked rather well. I also need to remember to display mode on my TV. I usually have it in “Cinema” to play games and watch movies (a darker mode with saturated color) and “Normal” to watch TV. I tired it on “Vivid” last night however and it looked sweet.
Also, big news for you desktop mod fans… oh wait, that’s just me. At any rate, Konfabulator is out for the PC. Its the “widget” program for OSX that every Windows program tries to be. Now we can all share 🙂
Check it out.
Matt out.
by Matt | Nov 8, 2004 | Movies
Lauren, Ashley and myself went to see The Incredibles last night. What a solid flick. Great movie. I can’t really see taking lots of little kids to see it though. Sure they’d be entertained by the “cartoon” aspect of it and the action of course, but most of the dialog, situations, and inside jokes are very adult oriented. I’ve also got to give a hearty huzzah to the director and writer for obviously being an old school comic book and movie fan. Anyone else catch the homage to the forest speeder bike chase from Jedi? Or how about getting Jason Lee to voice the bad guy? Talk about perfect casting. That movie was sweet and seeing as how we went at 10pm on a Sunday, the place was a ghost town AND we got in free, it made it all the better. If you haven’t already seen it, please do so. Your brain will thank you later.
Other than that I just took care of some errands this weekend. I got my Driving Safety Course slip notarized and dropped off at the court house. I’m now off the hook and don’t have that hanging over my head. I also stopped in at EB and made sure my Halo 2 preorder was good to go for the midnight madness sale tonight. I know, I know, as a former EB employee I usually frown on preorders. I always thought it was stupid and since there’s NEVER a “shortage” of video games around I always casually went the next day and picked up whatever video game was coming out at my own convenience, sans the long lines. I figured Halo 2 was different. I also preordered (and preloaded) HL2 in case you care. These two game will be contenders for game of the year on their respective platforms and I didn’t really feel like waiting for either of them. That and I’ve seen the elusive “French” version of Halo 2 loaded on to quite a few modded Xboxes. Its pretty spiffy is all I can tell you.
Thats about it. It’s pretty much been a relaxing sort of weekend. I’ve gotten in a few rounds of Counter-Strike and shook the dust off my spurs as it were. HL2, Halo 2, DoA: Ultimate, Pirates… yeah, it’s going to be a good month.
by Matt | Oct 31, 2004 | Imported Entry
The number one rule that people seem to forget these days is to take responsibility for your actions. For example, the COMPLETE FUCK HOLE THAT HIT MY CAR LAST NIGHT!
*sigh*
Going to breakfast this morning we discovered this little mishap. It seems some asshat hit my hatch-back, probably with considerable force, and dented the hell out of it. I’d say a good 2ft square section of tailgate is mashed in, just to the right of the left tail light. Of course there’s no note or anything on my car. Nothing. Just a smashed in rear. What else is kinda odd is that there a) isn’t ANY paint missing, no “scrapping” of any kinda and b) that my bumper is 100% fine, not even a scratch. That says to me that it was both a tall car with a high bumper as well as a plastic or rubber bumper. There’s a large F150 parked next to me at the moment, but it’s an older, later 80’s model with massive steal bumpers. If that kind of thing hit me there would be missing paint everywhere. Another weird thing is the angle, it’s almost at a 60* to my car.
If someone “missed” a parking space it would have taken out my tail light, not hit me in the middle of the hatch-back.
Anyway, I called my insurance company and they’ll be sending me to an auto-body place to get it looked at tomorrow. The damage isn’t even that big of deal, I just wish someone would have left a note. I would have. That’s such a shitty thing to do.
by Matt | Oct 28, 2004 | Personal
Oh my. Ohhhh, it feels so good. If you’re not a Red Sox fan you don’t fully understand. “So what, they’ve just won the World Series…” other people might say. Yes, while it’s true that this is a yearly event and having a winner isn’t an accomplishment in and of itself, what these people don’t realize is the magnitude of this event. Let me put it another way: My grand-father, rest his soul, was born, lived his whole life as a Red Sox fan, and died, having never seen them win. All the heart break, all the “almost” moments, all that was swept away in a single instant. This team is more than a team. They are representative of the spirit of the people of Boston and Red Sox fans everywhere. Everyone who ever said “this is our year” only to be disappointed at the end of the season. Just think about all the great players who played and never accomplished this. Ted, Yaz, Fisk, Pesky, the list goes on and on.
Somewhere, Ted Williams is celebrating.
Yes, there IS joy in Mudville. Beautiful, well deserved, joy.
by Matt | Oct 27, 2004 | Imported Entry
Angry Matt was on a long extended vacation… until today. I had a long day at work that more or less involved me fighting off swarms of angry fleas. Yes, fleas. Our studio is invested. The pest control guy has come out twice and each time he’s sprayed they’ve only gotten worse. So, I’m itchy, which makes me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m itchy. Then, to make matters worse, we have to take a bridal portrait outside, where the fleas live. You can imagine my joy. Add to this the fact that I came in at 9am, 2 HOURS sooner than our first appointment and far earlier than I was supposed to, after being told I needed to be there that early because we had a 9am appointment. I’ve also had NO coffee at this point. The day isn’t going well.
So, I leave work around 5:30, head towards the highway and prepare to fight rush hour traffic to get home. It’s at this point that a black Lexas 330-something cuts me off. Fine, I’m used to this, people in that neighborhood are more or less “gangsta” and really drive like fuck-wits. So I let it go. A few stop lights later, the black Lexas has gotten into a different lane and is now beside me. As that light turns green and I turn left to go onto the highway, the black Lexas shoots out, cuts me off and gets in front of me. As I feel myself getting angrier I think “it’s ok, maybe he doesn’t know where he’s going”. That thought is quickly forgotten. Being now at the top of the on ramp, he’s AGAIN gotten into the lane beside me. I got to the stop sign first, so, after cross-traffic passes, I go. Oh, but the Lexas has other ideas. Coming AGAIN from the lane beside me, he guns his car past mine ON THE SHOULDER of the on-ramp. I lay on the horn because, since it’s a one lane on-ramp, there’s really no room for the two of us. Then this fuck-wad has the nerve to slam on his breaks and German-Break me. I flew off the handle. I couldn’t take it anymore. Once, fine. Twice, ok. Cut me off THREE times and you’re going to die.
It was at this point I looked over and caught sight of this asshole. It wasn’t the mean, gun-packing gangsta’ I figured it would be. No, instead it was a 40-ish, white collared, suburbanite, white bread fuck face on his cell phone.
I considered, all be it only for a second, plowing my car into his and pushing him off the road. That thought actually crossed my mind. So did following him to wherever he was going and beating the ever living shit out of him.
But I didn’t.
I did what any other good New England trained driver would. I got along beside him, rolled down my window and yelled at him. I can’t really remember what I said but I think some of it involved taking his life with my shoe. Or at least cramming it into the deep recesses of his rectum.
It took me a few minutes to calm down after that. Thankfully it was rush hour so I had plenty of time to sit and stew in traffic.
Not that big, think they’re tough gangster types get some sort of free pass to be assholes, but it’s more expected from them. I don’t really expect that sort of driving from a pompous middle aged cracker. Wait, yeah I kinda do.
You know what, fuck’em. Fuck’em all. All you Lexas, Audi, Jaguar driving mother-fuckers deserve to die. Sometimes I really wish I was in charge of things, because then, these scum would be hunted down and thumped with an iron fist of common decency. Just because you drive what you think is a nice car doesn’t give you open range to be a raging asshole on the road. So, now it’s official. I’ve declared war on these people. These butt-logs with legs.
Die!
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