Reality Out of Sync

I am just about livid. My room mate, who is not really a technological marvel has annoyed me to the nth degree today. I’ve been letting him play MAG on my PS3 account, which is fine. It’s normally not a problem, I just make sure to tell him don’t TK don’t speak to anyone, etc., etc., because I am part of a clan. I try to give him tips so he doesn’t mess up my kill to death ratio (that didn’t go so well it’s totally hosed but whatever). I decided to make him an account on my PS3 and then let him play his own guy. Which he’s been doing. Fantastic. Yah, except he uses the same theme as me because apparently it’s “cool” or whatever. It’ s just a bunch of anime characters from Death Note, Bleach, so on and so forth. Yay, I get points for being cool. Yah, now you can’t tell the two accounts apart without going to see who specifically is logged in.

I’ve discovered that all of my gaming data for Final Fantasy is on his account, because he didn’t log it out. Not a problem, okay stay calm. I copy all 34 saves (I’ve racked up over 24 hours of play, which isn’t a lot really, but it’s stuff I don’t want to do over again) over to my account on the same PS3. Fantastic. Load it up and get a nice warning telling me trophies will be disabled, can’t over write the saved data, and I can’t save my game.

WTF

Well that is just fan-fucking-tastic. I’m so pissed off. That means I have to play everything all over again in order to get the trophies I had back, and get to the point I’m at right now. It’ s such a waste of time. I just can’t even pick up the controller at this point. I don’t want to do it all over again. Needless to say, I’ll be changing my god damned theme, and telling him to log the hell out at the very least. I mean I specifically said to log in to my account and start Playstation @ Home (or whatever they call it, it’s basically folding proteins). Failure on his part of course. I can’t say I’ve ever felt like my time has been wasted to such a degree ever. Maybe talking to some tier 1 support monkey — but at least you can go to tier 2.

If anyone knows how to move save game data on a PS3 from one account to another (I don’t care how involved it is) without having to replay everything, or having my saves disabled and trophies disabled — that would be great. I really do not care how long it takes. I’m not replaying 24 hours of Final Fantasy XIII again. It’s a total waste of time, and I can’t even skip anything because the game is so linear at the point I’m at. This is the fail that occurs regularly in my life.

Yep, the skirts never did get this short at my school =-( More Fail in the life of prata

So, it’s my birthday today. I don’t plan on doing anything, but my mother wants me to go out to lunch with her. We’re going to an Italian place. Maybe I’ll talk her into going to dinner instead of lunch, because I’m not a huge fan of the restaurant’s lunch dishes. What else am I doing for my birthday? Working. Glee for me!

What would be absolutely wonderful is if there were a bunny waiting for me when I get home to blow and screw my brains out. Le sigh. That leaves me with just..playing MAG and Star Ocean. Not bad alternatives, but definitely huge steps down from the whole getting worn out by some really awesome bunny. It’s a sad state of affairs, I gotta tell ya.

And for what you’re really looking for:

Perfect, little further out, I'd had to muss your make up?

A lot of people say they don’t like the silly faces. I rather adore the silly faces. Not everything has to be super sexy or super sensuous. Playful is good! Just like one shouldn’t freak out if there is laughter and play time in the bedroom (or elevator/car/back of theatre/locked bathroom at a party/park bench/err other places you’re screwing).

I was supposed to post this a long time ago, but I couldn’t find a good picture and then I ended up going to bed because I have to work tonight. Yah, on my birthday. Gleeful!

I’m a game addict. I buy video games because my heart is an emotional black hole that requires constant sensation. Just to avoid feeling dead inside all the time. So I turn to video games, it’s my way of dealing with the bottomless pit of despair. To help quell this constant emptiness I purchased two games, Heavy Rain and Dante’s Inferno. Dante’s Inferno is basically God of War with a  penchant for the bizarre. It takes you straight into Hell and tries to disturb you more with each moment that you’re there. The further you progress the more one encounters grotesque obstacles to their path. It’s visually beautiful and oh so disturbing at the same time. This is probably why I enjoy it so much! How far will it go? I don’t know — and here’s why!

Heavy Rain was released yesterday. Heavy Rain has been on my radar for a long time and I’d pretty much decided that if the demo was even sort of decent, I was going to get the game and play the hell out of it. Turns out the demo was fucking amazing. I haven’t actually slept since I purchased the game. Partly because I was up all damn day playing it, and also because I had to work in the evening. Now, I’m soon to get off work and guess what I’m going to do? Yep, go play more Heavy Rain. The best way to describe it? Watching a movie you take part in. Not just simple select a dialogue and then watch it play out, but take action within the context of the movie playing out on the screen. It’s fuckin’ fantastic. I’ve played it non-stop save for this whole work thing. I need to figure out how to accomplish PS3 Heavy Rain action at work. =-/ Hrm.

Let’s see what happens when I get home! Will I sleep? Will I play Heavy Rain? How far will I go for the game I love?

Okay so it's not exactly Real World Bunny - It's Game Bunny? Excellent?

So, Tiger Woods apologizes to the golf world for (and I can’t say this any more clearly than as it’s put down here) getting caught cheating on his wife. Not for actually doing the cheating, he doesn’t need to apologize for the actual cheating. At least, not to the golf community or the public for that matter. An apology may be owed to those from the general public that were actually involved – for being dishonest, I suppose – but then again that may not even be necessary. The only person that really needs to hear an “I’m sorry.” is his wife. Even that should come only if he’s actually feeling bad about it.

The reason Tiger Woods is apologizing for getting caught cheating on his wife is because America has screwed up values. Well, let me rephrase that. People have screwed up values. I can happily say that when I was a child, I didn’t have a role model that was a celebrity. My family system didn’t work that way. I didn’t watch a whole lot of television either, so maybe that has something to do with it. I remember saying to myself, “Man, I want to play basketball like, Jordan.”  and “If only I could hit as hard as Mike (Tyson)!” That’s about as close as I came to looking up to someone that was a celebrity, in particular a sports figure. At my ripe old age of 29, I feel it’s unhealthy to let children look up to Hollywood and sports celebrities. This is something I’ve blogged about before by the by. Parents shouldn’t be encouraging their kids to want to be like someone else. They should be instilling values that they themselves (is this even a valid phrase? I say it all the time, or rather I guess I think it often and it always seems like I should have just chosen better phrasing…well whatever) possess.

Back when I was a wee lad of 15 or 16, my friends and I were sitting on the porch (or stoop if you like) and were talking to my dope dealing neighbors about boxing. The question came up from the neighbors during a particularly heated moment of “Who is the better boxer in this upcoming fight?”. “Is so and so (I don’t remember who the boxer was) your hero?”, and all three of us spoke pretty much in unison. “I don’t have heroes.” We each said it a little differently, but we each meant the same thing. That was the kind of mind set we’d been raised with. Heroes are for people that don’t have the strength to be their own person, to seek out self improvement for the sake of improving or at least that’s what I suspect.  I think it’s partially lazy parenting too. Parents don’t want to engage their children or put forth the examples in which they want their children to live. Instead, their children seek other influences to fill in the gaps that their parents leave. So you have the media telling you to look up to this celebrity or that celebrity, and you have impressionable minds doing exactly that. Now Tiger Woods has to apologize to the world because he got caught cheating on his wfe, nevermind the fact that it shouldn’t matter if he cheats on his wife (present or past tense). He’s a golfer people. Admire his golf skills. Let your children admire his golf skills, but seriously don’t further encourage this behavior.

People fail on a regular basis, but that’s not always the public’s business. Tiger cheating on his wife is a Tiger and wife issue. He shouldn’t be apologizing to his fans nor to the golfing community at large. He should not be put on a pedestal about how to live your life and parents shouldn’t encourage that with their children either. Let that man play his game. Parents, stop being stupid. Celebrities aren’t paid to be role models (at least they shouldn’t be paid to be role models), they are paid to do whatever it is they do, be that sports, acting, or charity work, etc. My grammar is atrocious today, but I’m not going to fix it. I’m tired and lazy.

This is how it should start - and hopefully end!