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Hello! I am Adam. I'm quite opinionated and I follow entertainment and pop culture a lot. Movies, video games, TV, music, etc etc etc. I write about whatever comes to mind. I hope you enjoy it. Have fun. Thanks for visiting.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

I believe!!!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Sorry for the lack of updates

Over the past couple days. I've been playing Portal 2 and Mortal Kombat.

Good god both of those games are fucking good. I started Portal 2 at about 8:45 on Thursday evening and I beat it at about 3 today. So less than 48 hours. I'm a bit good at Portal, if I do say so myself. It's one of the best games I've ever played. It truly truly is.

Mortal Kombat is also an extremely good game. Unfortunately I suck donkey dick at fighting games, so I'm pacing myself and trying to learn as I go.

Also, if anyone reading this has or is going to get Mortal Kombat, there's a special surprise that randomly appears to you when you're in the Krypt. You'll know what I'm talking about when it happens.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

How small is the freakin world?!

I'm gonna break rank a bit here and actually talk about something going on in my pseudo-personal life. 

I attempted friendship again last August with my cuntbag of an ex Destiny. Needless to say it didn't work out, but the details of that don't matter. 

At Ole Miss Destiny was randomly roomed with a girl name Moira. I hung out with Moira several times. I thought she was really cool. 

Unfortunately Destiny was one of those girls who says all other girls are bitches and only hangs out with guys. Yeah, because every girl you know hates you, THEY'RE all bitches. It seems there's a common denominator there. But I digress.

Moira ended up moving to another room in like October or November. Something like that. 

So it's been like six months since I've seen or talked to her. 

Fast forward to yesterday.

Talking to my friend Andy. Andy lives in Charleston, about 45 minutes away from Oxford, where Ole Miss is located. He very rarely visits campus. He's telling me he's talking to this awesome girl. She's like a female version of him. She's awesome. 

They start dating today. 

I go to Andy's Facebook to see who this person is. 

You can probably guess who it was. 

Yep. Moira. 

Folks, I shit so many bricks I could build a schoolhouse for African orphans. 

I mean, here's this person that I knew months ago. And it's 100% random that I knew her. Because she could've just as easily been assigned to another roommate. 

So yeah. I seriously cannot believe this. I mean, what are the fucking odds?

Monday, April 18, 2011

I'm a pretty big gamer

I've been gaming my entire life. I'd go so far as to say I'm a "core" gamer. And as such I have to make a declaration:

I fucking hate the Call of Duty franchise.

And I have specific reasons for hating it.

One of the reasons is because, since the release of the first Modern Warfare, they've just released the same fucking game over and over and over again. Now don't get me wrong. The first Modern Warfare game was a landmark game and it was really really good.

But, I'm sorry, I can't tell the difference between it and its sequels. They release the same game every year with a new coat of paint and people gobble it up.

It's helping destroy the first person shooter genre. There used to be a time where FPSes were unique. Now 85% of shooters that are released are just bad Call of Duty clones. That's why I play Halo. Have there been some Halo clones? Yes. But you can at least tell Halo apart from its clones. And there aren't anywhere near as many Halo clones.

Call of Duty's multiplayer blows.

Let's ignore the fact that every game's multiplayer is fucking ridiculously broken for the first 72 hours of its release.

It's the most unbalanced multiplayer I've ever seen. That's another reason why I play Halo. Because everyone starts off on a level playing field. If you wanna get the best weapon, you damn well better beat the other mother fucker to it. I don't wanna get killed by a dude with the one weapon perfectly designed to kill me because this asshole has less of a life than I do and jacks off to Call of Duty's multiplayer constantly.

Not only that, but Call of Duty's multiplayer takes zero skill.

85% of kills in Call of Duty online are lucky. Because it takes two or three fucking shots to the body to kill someone. It's a game of who sees who first. That's all it is. Sheer fucking luck. To compare it again to Halo. When you take a shot at someone on Halo you have to be convinced that you are GOING to take this person down. Because if you don't they still have a chance to fight back.

I can't wait for Battlefield 3 this year. Because that game is gonna blow Call of Duty out of the water. It'll show those fuckers at Infinity Ward, the three or four that are left, how to REALLY make a shooter.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Okay, seriously

I'm about five minutes away from starting The Church of Grohl.

I mean, any man who does stuff this epic needs people to worship him.

I would say the only thing more epic than what Grohl does on a daily basis would be Jesus coming down with an SG shredding Foo Fighters songs, then I remembered that Jesus would ask Grohl's permission first.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Stupid copyrights

I figure since this blog has me making movies in its title, I should talk about making my movie some more. 

Well, I really really want this song in my movie. The song is all about death and love and heartbreak, which is exactly what my movie is about. Trust me, the song is 110% perfect for the movie. Preferably over the credits. But unfortunately, it's not really that easy. 

If I was just making it for shits and giggles and for my own personal use I could put the song on there as much as I wanted. But unfortunately, this movie is gonna be put in film festivals. And gonna be shown to all the people you're supposed to show stuff like that too. So there's a possibility we can make money off of the movie. 

And you can't just stick whatever songs you want in movies like that. I'm gonna do my best to be able to use it, but I'm not holding my breath.