Grrdsssshhhfds!!!
Sorry for my lack of posting. I’ve been uprooted! Alack, alas, acorn.
I’m in the weirdest city known to man: LA. It’s certainly an odd duck. I’m out here for pilot season, slipping myself into the system of trying to strike gold on other people’s stitched-together ideas; a surreal and morale-testing experience to be sure. But enough of this! Video games!
Eh…erm…uh…
To be honest, I haven’t been playing much lately. The Xbox 360 is back at home, where my subletting friend Steve is undoubtedly looking at my sweet 42 inch plasma screen TV and the strange white contraption beneath it and scratching his head. His idea of a video game is Wii Tennis. FUCK YOU, Wii Tennis! One of these days I’ll let flow my rant on the Wii and Nintendo in general and most likely alienate some of you, for I loathe them greatly.
But not now. Right now I’m going through gaming withdrawal. I spend my “gaming hours” looking at YouTube videos of people playing video games. Ha! I wish I were joking. But, I do have a Windows partition on my MacBook Pro and a copy of Company of Heroes so maybe I’ll get into that. I’ve only played a few missions, so perhaps it’s now time to free Europe from the tyranny of Nazi Germany. I’ve also got a copy of IL-2 Sturmovik 1946 which includes everything ever made for the original Sturmovik series. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t bring my joystick and TrackIR with me.
Dang, how hard core am I? I’m willing to say that I’m quite. Yes. Quite hard core. But in my defense, me being uprooted in this strange alienating city filled with the most MASSIVE douchebags you will EVER see, I can’t be scorned for planning ahead and knowing full well I will need “escape time”. I also know that some days I will have nothing to do.
Not Saturday though. This is a little off-topic, but on Saturday, myself and two other young gentlemen will be participating in Manturday. At the risk of sounding like a Judd Apatow film, Manturday consists of getting up at an early hour, going to CrossFit (if you don’t know what it is, check it out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ddxwn3a4Wr4), then going to a shooting range and basting caps in targets, then drinking beer, then going to a bar and watching UFC 109. There are three rules: you must be a man, you must never quit, and you must never surrender.
You see, friends, for a dainty borderline effeminate computer nerd like myself, it’s important to have a once-a-month “man outlet”. I don’t hunt, I don’t fish, I don’t like football…I like UFC. And I’m taking it up a notch this Saturday. Greg, that shitty ass sniper I referenced in the post about Operation Flashpoint 2 is one of my “man mates”. We’re both scared of CrossFit. It’s my third friend, Dave, that’s taking us on that adventure. But I’m not scared of shooting guns. Hell no. I’m all Wanted up in that, bending bullets and shit, kissing Angelina Jolie and shit, healing in a hot tub filled with wax and shit. You know. Bap BAP.
So needless to say there’s not much going on in terms of gaming, but soon I’ll get back into IL-2 Sturmovik which should be fun. I’ll down some Japs over the Pacific and tell you all about it. If you’ve never played that game then shame on you. Get yourself a joystick and a TrackIR and realize what it’s like to fly in some of the greatest aircraft ever made while trying not to get shot down by some of the greatest aircraft ever made. It’s the definitive WWII combat flight sim. Know this.
Keep it real and super macho.
