I knew at an early age that I wanted to make a career out of writing about games, and now I have. You'll find most of my stuff right here on HonestGamers, of course, but don't be surprised if my name pops up elsewhere. Living out my dream keeps me very busy, and I wouldn't have it any other way!
Site servers are such a pain. I spent something like 100 hours over the course of the last week. Finally, the move is all but complete. A few minor issues people pointed to have been fixed, the site is on the new server and running quickly and mentally... I am drained.
As such, I really enjoyed the video I'm about to embed in this post more than I may have otherwise. One note: if you start to watch and find yourself offended, please sit through two drawings before deciding if you're really offended. It's an awesome video that really showcases an amazing artist.
This fact is going to make some of you scratch your heads, but I'll say it anyway: until last week, I had never seen "Pulp Fiction." I know that's incredible, what with me being a heterosexual male over 20, but there you have it.
Finally, the hype got to me. I think I've mentioned that I'm going through the list of top movies ever made on IMDB, and it came time to view "Pulp Fiction."
I waited until the perfect time to watch the movie, I'd say, because I really enjoyed it. Mostly, that's because I really appreciated the characters.
There has been some discussion about recent site events over the past few month, in particular the disappearance of two key staff members. I feel it appropriate to share my thoughts on the subject, because of course it affects me just like it does the rest of you and I wouldn't want anyone to think otherwise.
First, I should note that despite recent growth, HonestGamers is still a small enough site--particularly in terms of regular users--that losing some of its most valued contributors hurts a lot. I don't see that ever changing, even if we have a million users coming thruogh daily.
If I remember anything about "Running Scared" a year or two from now, I hope I remember that it was the worst movie I've seen this millenium and that I should stay far, far away from it for the rest of my life. It's incredible, really. I didn't think major Hollywood studios still made movies this spectacularly bad. It turns out that they do. They really do.
There's something about Clint Eastwood. I watch him on-screen and I can't help but care about the characters he portrays. Perhaps it's the way he makes everything look so effortless.
That's what he does in "Absolute Power," a movie in which he starred (and a film he also directed). Taken from what I have every confidence was a best-selling novel, the movie tells the story of an aging thief, estranged from his daughter and about to pull a big heist. Then the night of the event has arrived and he's on the job. Everything is going great... until some serious crap goes down. Suddenly, he's an accidental witness to a murder committed by the President himself. Suddenly he's the annoying fly in the ointment that prevents the cover-up from being perfect.
Today, when I was paying the minimum amount due to keep my cable Internet from going away (because I am broke and have more bills right now than I can possibly pay), the other line beeped in and it was the local restaurant calling.
I'd gone in for an interview earlier this week, and I went away thinking that I wanted the job and that I would probably get it. The interview, I thought, went really well.
I was right. I start orientation tomorrow morning at 10AM. My required outfit? Jeans and tennis shoes. They seem like really great people. I'll be training mostly for stuff around the restaurant, it sounds like, but my regular gig will be delivery driving. That's right: I'm actually excited about delivering food.
Tonight I was driving and my cell phone rang. It was my mom. I asked if I could call her back, because I was driving. She said that was fine. I'm not one of those idiots that gets in wrecks because he didn't know when to get off the dang phone.
So tonight, I got home and I called my mom. The reason she was calling was that my grandmother was 'on the brink,' so to speak. Between the first call from my mom and my opportunity to return it, 'on the brink' became 'no longer with us.'
My mom couldn't talk about it long on the phone, because it was her mother that had passed. And of course, it was hard for me to hear that kind of news and it was hard to hear it from fighting tears.