Haven't read his critisism, but I was playing GTA the other day and it occured to me that it's one of the few games I can stomach these days where I kill a bunch of virtual people. I think it's because there's no pretense about being the bad guy. It's the games where you're supposed to feel good about yourself for slaughtering the bad guys that really get to me. Or even worse, the sort of abstract slaughter of a civ or moo game where who's in the right and who's in the wrong doesn't even matter.
What I'm doing is just playing through the great Lucas Arts games I never got around to or haven't tried using ScummVM.
Who knows how many hours of gameplay that's worth. Heck, there's two free games to download, I've got four or five more games on the shelf I bought from a friend, including Loom and Sam and Max, still in it's original box. The two I have played, Monkey Island and Full Throttle both are easily good enough to deserve a replay.
In the last decade shelf space for PC games and game selection have both decreased by quite a bit in every single store in town. I've also noticed that bargain bins have almost disappeared.
Take their theology, too. When you look around the world, which makes more sense, that the universe is run by a single all-loving, all-knowing all-powerful God, or passel of flawed, vindictive, egotistical childlike brutes?
Then there's there's the argument that only solar systems this young have enough heavy elements for complex life. We may actually be on the early side for a spacefaring race, as far as we know.
To think we elected two oil men instead of that guy. Oh, don't worry, I'm sure Bush is on top of this. His legendary curiousity and history of proactive leadership are bound to see us through.
Lord Percy: After literally an hour's ceaseless searching, I have succeeded in creating gold, pure gold.
Blackadder: Are you sure?
Lord Percy: Yes, my lord. Behold.
Blackadder: Percy... it's green.
Lord Percy: That's right, my lord.
Blackadder: Yes, Percy, I don't want to be pedantic or anything, but the colour of gold is gold. That's why it's *called* gold. What you have discovered, if it has a name, is "green".
Lord Percy: Oh, Edmund, can it be true, that I hold here in my mortal hand a nugget of purest green?
Blackadder: Indeed you do, Percy, except, of course, it's not really a nugget, it's more of a splat.
Lord Percy: Well, yes, a splat today... but tomorrow - who knows, or dares to dream?
I'm sure that Saddam, Osama, and all of their friends would have preferred that too.
I guess you missed Osama musing about how he'd like to lead the US into a Mid-East quagmire that will make us hated by all Muslims and will bleed us financially, just like he did to the Russians twenty years ago.
Not that we'd be stupid enough to fall in to that kind of trap...
Isn't it obvious that they were armed precisely because the hurricane was about to hit, so that if they were washed away they could fight their way back to civilization.
Many sea creatures were washed inland instead of out to see. It seems likely that at least one of them lost its memory in the accident. Cared for by some simple, ignorant folk after the hurricane, he's now making his way to Switzerland to investigate the only clue to his identity: a bank account number embedded into a microchip in his dorsal fin.
Woe be unto him and his handlers when he finds out his true nature.
What you need is to move all of the config files to xml, but have old line-record type files be auto-generated from them to placate obsolete scripts and apps./etc/fstab.xml is the real fstab, but an/etc/fstab is kept up to date for the dinosaurs.
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While his critisism of GTA is somewhat damning,
Haven't read his critisism, but I was playing GTA the other day and it occured to me that it's one of the few games I can stomach these days where I kill a bunch of virtual people. I think it's because there's no pretense about being the bad guy. It's the games where you're supposed to feel good about yourself for slaughtering the bad guys that really get to me. Or even worse, the sort of abstract slaughter of a civ or moo game where who's in the right and who's in the wrong doesn't even matter.
What I'm doing is just playing through the great Lucas Arts games I never got around to or haven't tried using ScummVM.
Who knows how many hours of gameplay that's worth. Heck, there's two free games to download, I've got four or five more games on the shelf I bought from a friend, including Loom and Sam and Max, still in it's original box. The two I have played, Monkey Island and Full Throttle both are easily good enough to deserve a replay.
In the last decade shelf space for PC games and game selection have both decreased by quite a bit in every single store in town. I've also noticed that bargain bins have almost disappeared.
Never heard the midnight rule before. I always thought there were more undead on Halloween. But I've always avoided spoilers so I don't know for sure.
Would be useful if you're planning to start a war, or if you suspected someone else was going to very shortly.
Drop the apology, and you've got the first good one in a while.
If you believe that when you die God will send you to Heaven or Hell, your superstitious.
You'd have an excellent point if we're talking about alimony shirkers, but we're not, we're talking about child support shirkers.
How long until someone writes an AI dll that calls a Python script? Soon as that happens, you can have it either way.
Take their theology, too. When you look around the world, which makes more sense, that the universe is run by a single all-loving, all-knowing all-powerful God, or passel of flawed, vindictive, egotistical childlike brutes?
Now I know how to encourage my toddler: "You can poop in the toilet too, Just like Einstein!"
I love how he groups Socrates, Einstein, Jesus and Clinton.
Then there's there's the argument that only solar systems this young have enough heavy elements for complex life. We may actually be on the early side for a spacefaring race, as far as we know.
At least in America, children are taught to respect others' beliefs, even if they don't make sense.
I'm an American, and you, sir or madame, are fool of horse hocky.
To think we elected two oil men instead of that guy. Oh, don't worry, I'm sure Bush is on top of this. His legendary curiousity and history of proactive leadership are bound to see us through.
Then you'll just have to remember it in a colorful store. And as cool as it sounds at the time, my experience is that nobody ever looks at that stuff.
I for one enjoy a government which does not meddle in the economy.
No, you don't. You've never experienced one.
Now the question is not whether Mars can support life
Is it even possible for water-based life to exist at such a low pressure? And I don't mean dormant spores waiting around for better conditions.
Lord Percy: After literally an hour's ceaseless searching, I have succeeded in creating gold, pure gold.
Blackadder: Are you sure?
Lord Percy: Yes, my lord. Behold.
Blackadder: Percy... it's green.
Lord Percy: That's right, my lord.
Blackadder: Yes, Percy, I don't want to be pedantic or anything, but the colour of gold is gold. That's why it's *called* gold. What you have discovered, if it has a name, is "green".
Lord Percy: Oh, Edmund, can it be true, that I hold here in my mortal hand a nugget of purest green?
Blackadder: Indeed you do, Percy, except, of course, it's not really a nugget, it's more of a splat.
Lord Percy: Well, yes, a splat today... but tomorrow - who knows, or dares to dream?
I'm sure that Saddam, Osama, and all of their friends would have preferred that too.
I guess you missed Osama musing about how he'd like to lead the US into a Mid-East quagmire that will make us hated by all Muslims and will bleed us financially, just like he did to the Russians twenty years ago.
Not that we'd be stupid enough to fall in to that kind of trap...
Isn't it obvious that they were armed precisely because the hurricane was about to hit, so that if they were washed away they could fight their way back to civilization.
Many sea creatures were washed inland instead of out to see. It seems likely that at least one of them lost its memory in the accident. Cared for by some simple, ignorant folk after the hurricane, he's now making his way to Switzerland to investigate the only clue to his identity: a bank account number embedded into a microchip in his dorsal fin.
Woe be unto him and his handlers when he finds out his true nature.
There should be a lot of experience with lately since Meth labs are often booby trapped.
What you need is to move all of the config files to xml, but have old line-record type files be auto-generated from them to placate obsolete scripts and apps. /etc/fstab.xml is the real fstab, but an /etc/fstab is kept up to date for the dinosaurs.
Did Shatner win an Emmy?
Nor should we expect the GrandPoster to have a zen-like acceptance of his mis-education.