My So-Called Life

I’ve been quiet. Truth be told, all that time spent not writing after my mom died sorta took. I need to get back in the habit. Thankfully, the grays and muted blues of this composition page are comforting to me by now, and I can feel the gears creaking and the machine coming back to life.

I really, really, really want to talk about the story in Modern Warfare 2. However, I’m saving that for my friends. I don’t have much experience in action movies, or first-person shooters, so I feel like my comments would be without the degree of authority I’m usually so good at faking. I guess I’ll write a couple of lines.

Some people have said the story in MW2 is over the top, or too far, or ‘crash the moon into the earth crazy.’ They may be right. Nukes were involved in MW1 and this ratchets up the scale significantly. I’m trying to avoid spoilers, which means I can’t really say anything at all. However, I can say that whatever one says about the writing, the presentation is impeccable and gripping. Whatever the gaming equivalents are of cinematography, art direction, all those things – these are executed flawlessly. The game is one big series of Holy Shit moments. This is what I want from a single player experience. And the heroin-like nature of MW1 and 2’s multiplayer doesn’t need explanation from me. The fact that my loved ones will see nothing of me for weeks is testament to that.

The other big – bigger, truthfully, even bigger than MW2, which is apparently bigger than God – is that Lanuria‘s coming to visit on Tuesday.

I don’t know what to say about this. Here’s a girl I developed very real feelings for based exclusively on online, 99% text based, interaction. However, the fact remains that she’s been the single biggest supporter of myself and my writings. I doubt this blog would have half of the content it does, or even be updated anymore, if not for her constant encouragement and fangirlism of my writings. It’s probably not healthy, the unconditional positive regard, but she can keep liking what I write, I’ll just have to start hating it more.

In any case, if you don’t hear from me at all next week, that’s why. I’m going to be up to my ears in Futurama, MST3K, and 4chan references.

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2 Responses to “My So-Called Life”


  1. 1 Lanuria November 13, 2009 at 10:45 PM

    You’re THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST


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