FARK am I pissed.
At the place where we sit during lunch, break, all the time at school, there lies a green field of grass. Now little lightblueshirts enjoy playing at this field of grass. Which would be fine if they weren't kicking a goddamn ball around.
Let me explain: The field is in front of us. There are also trees which the kids use as goalposts. So now and again, even though we have constantly reminded them not to, these kids enjoy playing football. Which, of course, is dangerous, considering the amount of laptops and people who sit around the area, which increases the chance of kids kicking a ball into said laptops.
Or, y'know, my goddamn face.
Now, I don't usually have a 5/6 free. But I did today because Dave was sick. And when I do have a 5/6 free, it coincides with the infant lunchtime. But there I am, trying to write a Spanish Oral whilst simultaneously listening to music and looking up stuff on the internet, when I get smacked in the face.
Seriously. Stupid football comes flying out of nowhere and knocks my glasses clean off my face. Of couse, the first emotion you feel is rage - which is exactly what I felt. Thank whatever powers that be that Angelo Coskinas was there to calm me down - he was walking by when the ball smacked my skull. He went up to the kids and, y'know, gave 'em a talking to, which gave me time to simmer down and find my glasses. But in all honesty, I'm sick and tired of these kids playing where in all honesty, they shouldn't be. People are trying to work or relax or whatever. The worst part is there's no catharsis: They don't know what they're doing, they just see it as people getting in the way of their fun or them getting in trouble.
But I hate being hit in the face by footballs. Childhood trauma, you see. When I was a young lad, no more than 4 or 5, I tried my hand at sports. This sport being football, in the British International School in Jakarta. No more than 5 seconds was spent on that pitch before a ball sailed over and knocked the wind out of my stomach. No more than 10 seconds later where I was recovering, another one sails over and knocks me in the testicles. Not fun.
Damn I sound like an old man.
In any case, this rant was SUPPOSED to be about Bioshock.
I'm gonna come out and say it now: I love Bioshock.
Yes. I love Bioshock.
It is my favouritetest FPS of all time. But it's more than an FPS. It's moer than that, yeees.
(Fuck you, Elder Scrolls. And my apologies, Portal)
There was a time, I must admit, I did slander it - I hadn't quite been able to reconcile not being a console fanboy yet, and I hadn't played the game. With time, however, this, like all things, changed. Once there was a PS3 release, I fell in love with the damn thing. With Rapture. With Big Daddies. With Andrew Ryan. With the Little Sisters. With Jack. With Tonics, Plasmids, and Security Bots. And yes, even with the splicers.
And right now, as of thsi very minute, Bioshock 2 (OF WHICH I HAVE ALREADY RESERVED A COPY)
But what makse Bioshock unique? It's not just the gameplay - fun as it is. It's everything. It's the base, essential concept of the thing. It's the philosophical paralells and analysis I can make whilst playing it. It's the sense of nostalgia, of an era gone past. It is a human world, corrupted and twisted but realised. It is fantastic. It is unity of effect in a video game.
...
Thank god for Chinese New Year adding to my monetary needs.
'Till tomorrow
Indi
At the place where we sit during lunch, break, all the time at school, there lies a green field of grass. Now little lightblueshirts enjoy playing at this field of grass. Which would be fine if they weren't kicking a goddamn ball around.
Let me explain: The field is in front of us. There are also trees which the kids use as goalposts. So now and again, even though we have constantly reminded them not to, these kids enjoy playing football. Which, of course, is dangerous, considering the amount of laptops and people who sit around the area, which increases the chance of kids kicking a ball into said laptops.
Or, y'know, my goddamn face.
Now, I don't usually have a 5/6 free. But I did today because Dave was sick. And when I do have a 5/6 free, it coincides with the infant lunchtime. But there I am, trying to write a Spanish Oral whilst simultaneously listening to music and looking up stuff on the internet, when I get smacked in the face.
Seriously. Stupid football comes flying out of nowhere and knocks my glasses clean off my face. Of couse, the first emotion you feel is rage - which is exactly what I felt. Thank whatever powers that be that Angelo Coskinas was there to calm me down - he was walking by when the ball smacked my skull. He went up to the kids and, y'know, gave 'em a talking to, which gave me time to simmer down and find my glasses. But in all honesty, I'm sick and tired of these kids playing where in all honesty, they shouldn't be. People are trying to work or relax or whatever. The worst part is there's no catharsis: They don't know what they're doing, they just see it as people getting in the way of their fun or them getting in trouble.
But I hate being hit in the face by footballs. Childhood trauma, you see. When I was a young lad, no more than 4 or 5, I tried my hand at sports. This sport being football, in the British International School in Jakarta. No more than 5 seconds was spent on that pitch before a ball sailed over and knocked the wind out of my stomach. No more than 10 seconds later where I was recovering, another one sails over and knocks me in the testicles. Not fun.
Damn I sound like an old man.
In any case, this rant was SUPPOSED to be about Bioshock.
I'm gonna come out and say it now: I love Bioshock.
Yes. I love Bioshock.
It is my favouritetest FPS of all time. But it's more than an FPS. It's moer than that, yeees.
(Fuck you, Elder Scrolls. And my apologies, Portal)
There was a time, I must admit, I did slander it - I hadn't quite been able to reconcile not being a console fanboy yet, and I hadn't played the game. With time, however, this, like all things, changed. Once there was a PS3 release, I fell in love with the damn thing. With Rapture. With Big Daddies. With Andrew Ryan. With the Little Sisters. With Jack. With Tonics, Plasmids, and Security Bots. And yes, even with the splicers.
And right now, as of thsi very minute, Bioshock 2 (OF WHICH I HAVE ALREADY RESERVED A COPY)
But what makse Bioshock unique? It's not just the gameplay - fun as it is. It's everything. It's the base, essential concept of the thing. It's the philosophical paralells and analysis I can make whilst playing it. It's the sense of nostalgia, of an era gone past. It is a human world, corrupted and twisted but realised. It is fantastic. It is unity of effect in a video game.
...
Thank god for Chinese New Year adding to my monetary needs.
'Till tomorrow
Indi
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