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Big Stone Rooms
13 January 2004 13:09Yesterday I played my newly installed Thief Gold for a while. Now, Thief Gold has really good sound, and if you have a sound card that supports environmental audio (like the machine I was playing on does) it uses it to make the sound even better. For instance if you are in a small carpeted room with tapestries on the wall sounds have a hushed, deadened quality to them, and if you are in a big stone room everything has some echo and reverb to it. This really adds to the game since listening is so important when you are sneaking around in shadows trying not to be seen. Back to the story, when I quit playing yesterday I was in a large stone room with lots of echos. This morning when I turned the box on the sound card was still in "big stone room" mode so _every_ sound had echo and reverb. From the startup sound to my mp3 player everything sounded like I was living in Carlsbad caverns. It was hilarious and annoying all at the same time. Eventually I fixed the problem, but it was so funny while it lasted.
After reading this I realize that the only way some would find this funny is if they were there to hear how funny "Johnny B. Goode" or "Rock 'n Roll Dreams" sounded. So enjoy the laugh Lynn. Everyone else give me a strange look. I can not tell a funny story. Ever. I don't know why, but they always fall flat. I should stop trying. feh.
Last night I watched The Last Samurai. The reviews I read were rather negative, and completely wrong. The people who didn't like it obviously either:
1) had the attention span of a goldfish on meth
2) too stupid to understand it
3) both 1 and 2
Sure, it had a few flaws, mostly of the "Ok, we're going to be showing it to American audiences, so we need to dumb down a few things" kind, but overall it was wonderfully beautiful.
After watching it I started thinking about why I fight. here are some of my reasons.
I fight for fun. I fight for the camaraderie. I fight for the adrenaline. I fight for the exercise. I fight to teach others. I fight to win. I fight for a sense of numina. I fight to show bravery. I fight for my King. I fight for my Queen. I fight for St. Golias. I fight for those I love. I fight in the hope that some day I will be given a red belt, and taught the ways of chivalry. I fight to feel alive. I fight for the Outlands. I fight for the one whose favor I bear. I fight to prove that I can. I fight for the Dream. I fight because I fight.
Metatalking.
So what do you do when you can't talk about things, and you can't talk about talking because you would be lead to talk about what you can't talk about, but you really need to talk? I don't know either.
After reading this I realize that the only way some would find this funny is if they were there to hear how funny "Johnny B. Goode" or "Rock 'n Roll Dreams" sounded. So enjoy the laugh Lynn. Everyone else give me a strange look. I can not tell a funny story. Ever. I don't know why, but they always fall flat. I should stop trying. feh.
Last night I watched The Last Samurai. The reviews I read were rather negative, and completely wrong. The people who didn't like it obviously either:
1) had the attention span of a goldfish on meth
2) too stupid to understand it
3) both 1 and 2
Sure, it had a few flaws, mostly of the "Ok, we're going to be showing it to American audiences, so we need to dumb down a few things" kind, but overall it was wonderfully beautiful.
After watching it I started thinking about why I fight. here are some of my reasons.
I fight for fun. I fight for the camaraderie. I fight for the adrenaline. I fight for the exercise. I fight to teach others. I fight to win. I fight for a sense of numina. I fight to show bravery. I fight for my King. I fight for my Queen. I fight for St. Golias. I fight for those I love. I fight in the hope that some day I will be given a red belt, and taught the ways of chivalry. I fight to feel alive. I fight for the Outlands. I fight for the one whose favor I bear. I fight to prove that I can. I fight for the Dream. I fight because I fight.
Metatalking.
So what do you do when you can't talk about things, and you can't talk about talking because you would be lead to talk about what you can't talk about, but you really need to talk? I don't know either.
