A linear sequence of scares

Today wasn’t quite as long as I expected. My English class just consisted of turning in some homework, and my law class was an 80 question true/false and multiple choice exam that I blasted through in less than 10 minutes. What can I say? Between working in a law office, and an unhealthy obsession with courtroom dramas and Cops, I know a little about the legal system.

I made it to disc 2 of Dead Space 2. It’s really not that much different than the first one. It feels a lot more linear because there’s no hub and tram system but the first game was more or less linear. This one is just more transparent about it. I hope to finish it before the end of the weekend.

My sore throat has turned into congestion and sneezing fits. I’m plugged up and blasting spit all over myself. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t leave my apartment.

1500

Is there anything worse than having to write to a word count? Honestly, give me any number of questions that need answered or topics that need to be addressed but please, please, please don’t give me a word count and send me on my way. That is like guaranteeing that will add as many fluff words as possible.

Dead Space 2 is still pretty awesome, but I’m only halfway through chapter 3. Here’s a minor complaint: chapters in Dead Space were obvious breaking points. I get to the tram, I get to save my game, chapter completed. No such luck in Dead Space 2. Maybe they didn’t want to break up the action. I think making good stopping points shows the developer knows something about pacing. I can’t think of any game that I’ve run through from start to finish without taking a break. Obviously, the save points are stopping points but they often come right before an intense situation. That is the last moment I would want to stop playing the game.

I tried out a round of multiplayer, which was pretty fun. It’s set up like Left 4 Dead, with 4 humans fighting against 4 necromorphs. The necromorphs are obviously more fragile but respawn faster while the humans have to complete objectives to win the round. I had some moderate success playing as a killer child and slicing up humans while playing on the necromorph side but didn’t really hit a stride playing as a human. Maybe the necromorphs knew what they were doing better than I did. I’ll probably try to get in a few more games between playing the single player campaign, because I’d hate to finish the game and find that the multiplayer has dried up entirely.

Tomorrow should be alright. A long school day but hopefully the roads won’t be icy.

Skiing on one foot

Wednesdays are so long. Something about them feels longer than Mondays and Fridays.

It started snowing here sometime before 10am so my treks across campus became increasingly dangerous, culminating in a slip on Oakland that I caught with my hand. Oakland must be made out of greased ice, I have slid on that road twice now. I walked it until I got to Freeman and rode the rest of the way with one leg dangling because it’s a downhill ride. I really wish I had some knobby tires, I don’t think these slick commuter tires are doing me any good in this snow.

I took too long of a nap because I woke up in the middle of it and my throat felt worse than it had all day. It still feels awful.

Dead Space 2 arrived but I felt the need to wrap up Dead Space Ignition first. I kind of hate this game. The motion comic isn’t particularly well drawn, and the voice acting is pretty awful. There are three mini-games, one is puzzle type, another tower defense, and the third is a race. The puzzle type and tower defense are not bad, just really easy. The race is awful. AWFUL. It’s top-down, the view randomly swings around for different perspectives and control orientations, and the controls feel super sloppy. Every time I successfully completed a race, I felt as though it had more to do with luck than skill.

But I finished all that game had to offer so I never have to play it again.

I started Dead Space 2. I’m still not sold on Isaac Clarke having a voice but it is more Dead Space and god knows I love Dead Space. I am thrilled to see that Isaac’s Mighty Foot has returned and it’s more useful than ever! Stomping on chest cavities feels like busting morbid pinatas for their goodies. It is ridiculous and very satisfying.

I only finished chapter 1. I’ll probably play some more tonight.

Little red dots

What a day. Plant biology is, at best, a little ridiculous and, at worst, an excuse to give college credits to incompetents. There are online quizzes. I can take the quizzes in lieu of attending class. I can take each quiz three times and I get the average of all three scores. At the end of the first attempt, I can see what the answers are. Almost all of the answers are in the exam study guide to begin with.

Before the exam, the professor posted the practice exam. I can take the practice exam as many times as I want and I can see the right answers at the end of each attempt and it’s not scored. ┬áI took it about five times so by the time I showed up for the exam this morning, I’d had most of the questions and answers memorized.

The exam is based entirely off of the practice exam. The practice had 100 questions, the real thing only had 50. The questions and the answers are entirely the same as on the practice exam. I will be downright shocked if I didn’t get an A on it.

That’s the lecture/exam part. The lab is even worse. Every lab is the same. Look at some stuff under a microscope, draw what I see. I feel like I’m getting improving more in my freehand drawings than in my plant biology knowledge.

I had to pop out a couple of papers tonight to make up for missing classes on Monday. That was miserable but I hope no one really cares about page count. For the second time, I’m turning in more than the required number of pages. I can’t tell whether I talk too much or I’m just printing really big.

I have a sore throat. I blame Katie. But Dead Space 2 is showing up tomorrow, so everything is going to be A-OKAY.

Water sloshing around

I finished Hydrophobia so I guess I don’t have to play that anymore. What a weird game. The controls are super loose, and this after it has received an extensive overhaul. The whole game is just running through a series of similar looking corridors and either shooting dudes directly or shooting the barrel or transformer or hanging wire right next to a dude. And water sloshes around and you have to swim in the water sometimes. It’s really kind of ridiculous. And it just ends. It almost stops in the middle of a sentence, then roll credits. It’s so short.

As I drove back to Carbondale this morning I listened to Giant Bomb’s game of the year deliberations. I decided that I can probably get the most enjoyment out of Dead Rising 2 by playing Dead Rising 2: Case Zero. It’s only $5 and it’s short and there’s only one psychopath. I’ll probably derive as much enjoyment out of Case Zero as I would through the entirety of Dead Rising 2. I played the demo and it lasted until I got about 15 minutes into it, and at least 7 of those minutes were cutscenes.

I also got a speeding ticket on the way back to Carbondale. That’s so embarrassing. How old am I?

Grandma’s funeral

Katie and I slept in a little later today than we probably expected. I told her last night that we had to be awake by 11am and she acted as though sleeping in till 11am was impossible. We woke up around 10am. She made biscuits and gravy and tofu scramble for breakfast and it was pretty awesome. Lauri came over around 12 and we got out the door on our way to Carrolton at 12:30. The visitation started at 1pm.

We got to the funeral home around 1:30pm. Pretty much everyone was there already. Everyone looked so different but I hadn’t seen most of them in over 7 years. I barely recognized my dad and I’d seen him in the last 5 years. I recognized Beth because we’re friends on Facebook. She introduced us to her fiancee Alan. I recognized Gloria and Aunt Diane and Aunt Sharon and Uncle Bill. They pretty much never change. I did not recognize Valerie or her husband Chris and I never knew her children, whose names I can’t remember. I hadn’t seen Louie since I was a little kid. It was all pretty insane.

The ceremony itself was relatively short, not that I’ve been to a lot of funerals. The pastor kind of droned on about Jesus and grandma’s mansion, but the parts Aunt Sharon and Gloria said were nice. At the end Aunt Sharon asked us to take either one of the porcelein birds or a necklace that had belonged to grandma as a keepsake. I got a porcelein owl. Lauri got a necklace with a lens on it.

Afterward most of the family was meeting up at a restaurant 20 minutes away. On the way to the funeral Lauri and I discussed that we probably wouldn’t go to it but after the ceremony we decided that we would. So we sat there and talked and talked and talked. It was relatively pleasant. We left around 6pm because Lauri still had to drive back home to Bloomington and we were an hour and a half away from Springfield.

When we got back to Springfield we went straight over to Jim and Andria’s for the superbowl party that we’d missed half of. Commercials were played, The Black Eyed Peas reminded me why I never listen to The Black Eyed Peas, a ball was moved around, and some team won. Then we watched some Puppy Bowl and some Pawn Stars. Nick brought a video camera and a shirt that played air guitar.

Tomorrow I get to drive back to Carbondale and look forward to another exciting week of class!

Dogs as percussion instruments

Relaxing Saturday was mostly that. I got about 10 hours of sleep and I don’t think I even got dressed until noon. I watched Katie play some Dead Rising 2. Looks about as good as the first Dead Rising! Which I hated.

We left the house initially to go to Gamexchange so I could dig around in their PS2 and Xbox games. We got out to west end and it was busy as well. I guess everyone being cooped up all week from the snow finally had to go somewhere. Gamexchange was closed! Forever! It was so disappointing.

So we went to the Gamestop nearby. Katie found Singstar 80’s and didn’t get it. We walked down to Disc Replay. Neither of us had been in there before. They had a lot of games and the prices were competitive but the selection was mostly super common stuff or crap. Then we walked to TJ Maxx, which was packed full of people.

I don’t do well with a lot of people, especially in cramped quarters with everyone moving around.

Katie drags me around the store for a while then we leave and walk back to the car and then we go to Barnes & Noble and Petsmart before I fucking lose it and we have to go home.

I told Katie yesterday that I was going to dig around in the crawlspace and look at my games, so that’s what I did this afternoon. It took a lot of digging but I found them! I pulled out my Silent Hills and some other PS2 games. I pulled out 50 Cent: Bulletproof but it’s apparently not backwards compatible with the 360 and I don’t quite know where my xbox is.

Tonight we ate at Thailand Cuisine then we walked around the mall for a little while. Nearly everyone else in the mall was a pre-teen kid or teenage parents. It was kind of bizarre. I saw a couple of little girls there pushing strollers with dolls in them. IN THE MALL.

Then we went to Chris’s house and hung out with him. They punished me by watching Big Bang Theory, which is still awful.

It’s only 11:30 and I’m already tired. Totally not looking forward to tomorrow! At all!

Put a bird on it

I woke up this morning and couldn’t wait to get back to bed. I went to my classes but by the time I got to the last one, I could hardly believe it was only noon. I felt as though I’d been on campus all day.

And I couldn’t fathom driving three hours to Springfield on four hours of sleep and five hours of classes so I took a nap. A long nap. When I woke up, it was 5pm and Katie had called me three times (with my phone on silent) and IMed me to ask me if I was on my way yet. Whoops.

On the way up to Springfield I listened to Giant Bomb’s game of the year deliberations. I listened to the last three weeks of Bombcasts on the way to Clarksville and back yesterday and it made me realize that I have some really specific taste in video game podcasts. I can’t just listen to some dudes talking about games. I can’t even just listen to any game journalists. I’ve tried to listen to other podcasts like 1UP Yours and some crap on Destructoid and Weekend Confirmed on Shacknews and they just bore me to death.

When I listen to the Idle Thumbs podcasts (old and newer) and the Bombcast, I get intelligent discussion and humor. The guys riff off of each other just perfectly. And sometimes they go off topic but it’s never not interesting. Like they never have discussions about football or other shit I for realz don’t care about. They’re just both solid podcasts.

I got into Springfield about 10 minutes before 9pm. Katie was tired from boredom and there was no soda in the house that wasn’t diet so we went to Meijer. Meijer has gotten scary over the years. We used to go to Meijer in the middle of the night all the time and we’d be the scariest people in there. As soon as we got in the doors tonight we were stared down by a family of greasy meth addicts. And we’ve noticed before that Meijer is just full of creepy people lately.

And now we’re sitting around. Gozer keeps alternating between sitting in my lap and sitting in Katie’s lap. He’s a good cat, even if he does puke on everything.

Old roads

Today I drove to Clarksville to get another 2nd class aviation medical exam. SIUC requires pilots to have a 2nd class medical to fly at all, despite the fact that I’m getting out of the aviation program and just trying to wrap up the class I started last semester, and the choice between paying $65 for the medical exam or failing the class seemed like a no-brainer.

I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to the directions from Google Maps and I ended up on 57 when I want to be 24 again, which put me a good 45 minutes behind. Thankfully I left early enough that I still got the office 10 minutes before my appointment, and that was with two pee breaks! Last time I did this exam I didn’t know beforehand that I’d have to pee in a cup so when I did, I was kind of forcing out what was just kind of hanging around in bladder and apparently that results in the test showing I have too much protein in my pee. This time I came prepared, and I REALLY had to pee.

On the way back to Carbondale I stopped at the comic shop to get Katie’s comics. I spent more on comics than I did on a 2nd class medical exam.

It’s strange driving around Clarksville. I hate the layout of the town. There are three or four big roads that converge downtown that are all several miles apart and separated by either residential areas or absolutely nothing. The town is really spread out and it’s impossible to get anywhere without getting on one of these huge roads that are always clogged full of people.

I love the streets of Springfield. They’re busted and go everywhere. There are 20 ways to get anywhere. Everything is 15 minutes away. Some of my favorite memories are associated with roads in Springfield. Like driving back from The Asylum late at night with Alkaline Trio’s “Keep ‘Em Coming” on the stereo down an empty MacArthur Boulevard with snowfall making the street lights glow orange.

I also stopped at the Gamestop on the way back to the highway to poke around. I sometimes forget how much I enjoy rooting around in bins of used games for that one piece of solid gold. I didn’t find any solid gold this time around but I did find Marc Ecko’s Getting Up for PS2 for $3. I would’ve preferred to get it for xbox but I don’t even know if it’s backwards compatible with the 360.

As I was doing homework tonight I took a bite into a piece of floormat pizza. Something crunched. I spit out the bite and licked all my teeth and couldn’t feel anything broken. I checked in the mirror and nothing looked broken. It must have been a bit of dirt on the slice.

Tonight I get to pack up for the weekend because I’m leaving for Springfield as soon as my last class gets out tomorrow. I simply cannot wait to stay up too late tonight, wake up at 7am tomorrow, sit in classes until 1pm, then drive 3 hours to Springfield. Can’t wait.

Fuck today

On my way to campus, I was turning a corner on my bike when my U lock slipped off of its carrier into a relatively busy street. There was no one immediately behind me so I pulled a U turn in the lane, and my bike nearly slid out from under me. Because it rained all day yesterday and froze overnight. I managed to grab my U lock and drag my bike onto the curb before anyone hit me. I should have just turned around and went back to bed.

On my way to my fourth class, I was riding up to the Lawson bike racks when I found that paved area they’re on didn’t get salted and was a solid sheet of ice. I was going pretty slow when the bike shot out from under me. Most of the fall went into my knee, and some on my shoulder. My knee only hurts when I walk around but my shoulder’s been hurting off and on since.

Since I’m sad and hurt and pitiful, I didn’t want to make anything for dinner so I ordered a pizza. I went and picked up my pizza and as I was driving it home, I hear it slide off the seat. Of course it slid off the seat, I’m a brain surgeon and put it on top of a bag and not in one of the two empty seats. At a stop sign I turn around to pick the box off the floor and half of the pizza slides out. I can’t get the rest of it back into the box because it’s directly behind me and turning 180 degrees seated doesn’t feel good, so I pull over into a church parking lot to clean it up. Luckily it landed crust down so it’s still salvageable because I’m not beyond eating floormat pizza.

Fuck today.

Ne Cede Malis