Dancing Games
So I play dancing games. Specifically, this one called In The Groove.
Without sounding too full of myself, I am good at this game. Like really, really good. It’s a big part of my life.
So why am I posting about something I like so much on our Shit Blog? Well, whilst it is true that I very much love the dancing game. THIS is horse shit:
Let me explain. Each time you hit a step (they’re actually referred to as ‘notes’ by hardcore players), you are judged on how well you hit the step. If you are within 0.0215 seconds of the actual note, you are awarded a FANTASTIC on that particular note. If you are between 0.0215 and 0.043 seconds of the actual note, you get a EXCELLENT, and between 0.043 and 0.102 is a GREAT.
I have played this game so much, and for SO LONG that I can tell if I have hit a note on beat or off beat. And when I played this particular song, that GREAT was definitely NOT ME. Every so often something goes wrong with the pads and a step doesn’t register, or it registers late or whatever. We call these PAD GREATS.
And it’s pad greats that are shit.
That is all.
Edit: WHERE IS YOUR ONE GREAT NOW, MOTHER FUCKAHHHH!
Cam posted @ 1:35 am
WHY
So I’ve visited like – 4 supermarkets already this past week in search of peanut butter chocolate Lindt balls… And have found NONE. Seriously, why is it limited edition here? WHY IS IT NOT SOLD ALONGSIDE THE MILK AND DARK CHOCOLATE!?!?!! Pretty sad now. Had to buy the assorted flavours instead… Because I’ve had this mad craving for lindt chocolate ever since I had this Lindt chocolate bunny for Easter. SIGH.
Also, typing on the iPhone is a bitch. Why is there no continuous caps lock on the iPhones keyboard? Caps lock is like the second most important function next to the space key!
Typing caps one at a time makes me angry. But finding out I missed out on peanut butter chocolate lindt balls makes me even angrier. SAD. :’(
Jakki posted @ 1:40 pm
STFU Sigourney!
AHHH okay so I swore I was NEVER going to talk about Avatar again. I mean hell, even I am sick of talking about how shit that movie is, and we all know how much I love bagging shit movies. But I just read this in the NY Post and it PISSES ME OFF. SO MUCH.
Sigourney Weaver has launched a blistering attack on the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences, saying James Cameron didn’t win the Oscar for Best Director because he “didn’t have breasts.”
Outspoken “Avatar” star Weaver said she believed Cameron — who lost out to his ex-wife, “The Hurt Locker” director Kathryn Bigelow — didn’t win because the academy wanted to make history by naming its first ever female Best Director.
“Jim didn’t have breasts, and I think that was the reason,” Weaver told Brazilian news site Folha Online over the weekend. “He should have taken home that Oscar.”
…”In the past, ‘Avatar’ would have won because they [Oscar voters] loved to hand out awards to big productions, like ‘Ben-Hur.’ Today it’s fashionable to give the Oscar to a small movie that nobody saw.”
Seriously?! Pulling the gender/indie film card now?! Lame.
We all know the Hurt Locker was ten times more visionary and creative than Avatar ever was. It didn’t need high budget 3D gimmickry or moronic, irrelevant Na’avi sex scenes because The Hurt Locker HAD ACTUAL MEANING AND A PURPOSE TO ITS SEQUENCE OF EVENTS. Claiming Kathryn Bigelow won based purely on her gender is an insult not only to all females in the movie industry, but all the people out there who use their budgets wisely to make decent films.
Perhaps James Cameron paid Sigourney Weaver to say that to the press, being the snaky, villainous filth of Hollywood that he is. I don’t even recall Sigourney playing a very important or memorable part in Avatar…but seriously?!?! What a low blow. She and the rest of the Avatar posse need to STFU already and start planning on how next to suck in the civilians with Avatar 2.
Jakki posted @ 11:01 pm
Miss Muppet
It’s raining outside, my light is flickering, I’ve had hot chocolate and my phone has died. All the perfect excuses to start writing about someone I once knew. A fruitcake psychopathic bitch who can’t seem to find any real friends. A real life muppet.
I don’t usually encounter people that makes me as angry as Miss Muppet. I have to say, I don’t even like shit talking people because it’s just…not something I do. But in this case, I’ll make an exception. Because you only meet these kinds of people once in your life, and sometimes they are just so borderline insane you just have to warn everyone from associating with these kinds of people.
I first met Miss Muppet when I was in high school. Even back then, everyone really didn’t like her because she was just plain weird, and she always looked down on people based on her standards of what she thought a ‘friend’ was. She was rude and kinda slow, and I guess that part hasn’t really changed over the years. Being the incredibly nice person I was, I pretty much kept her company the time she was at my school, which was like a year if I remember correctly. But even then, I realized just how much of a fruitcake Miss Muppet was. She’s just one of those people where…if you meet her, you will KNOW what I am talking about. She doesn’t have any real friends because she either blocks them out of her life completely when she feels like it or she has some crazy mad delusional fits where she reimagines real events to how she wants to see it…then blames everything on everyone else BUT her.
Anyhow, she left my high school, and I only met up with her recently when she found me on myspace…then facebook. Oh the wonders of social networking sites. I have to say, she defied all my expectations when she said she was at UWA….studying “law”. I don’t know how successful she is doing now, but all I can say is…wow.
You really have to meet this muppet to get what I am talking about though. Not only is she slow in the head, she’s one of those people who finds a way to make everything make sense in HER EYES…but not anyone elses. And these types of people pisses me off. The types of people who take NO RESPONSIBILITY whatsoever for their actions, and the types of people who just disrespect their so called friends because they suddenly suffer from temporary amnesia. She doesn’t listen to anyone, she thinks what she says is fact, and she treats all of her ‘friends’ like shit.
As corny and stupid as it sounds, everything feels so much lighter now that she’s out of the picture…..I mean I was nice enough to talk to her and keep her company for LONGER THAN I NEEDED TO but honestly, there is only so much you can take. I just don’t understand how some people can be so slow, and so thick in the head. How people can just twist events around to suit their line of thinking – how they can just outright disrespect others in front of other people in public.
I realize this might sound extremely disjointed and nonsensical to anyone else observing from an outside perspective, but this is just me…ranting about how shit some people can be. It takes a lot to piss me off, but she called Cam a ‘shit friend’ AND disrespected him in a public forum, and that just CROSSES THE LINE. I think that warrants a shit blog post about how shit she is, and how no one should ever have to encounter muppets like these…ever. I won’t even go into all the legal shizz she’s been through, or the moral/ethical encounters she has had because I would just be going on forever.
All I’m saying is….I can’t believe I put up with shit people like Miss Muppet for so long. I read recently people do a spring cleaning of their friends once every seven years. Well…I guess it’s spring cleaning time for me.
Edit by Cam: To add to this… Miss Muppet is the ONLY person to have ever called me a shit friend and disown me (this would actually be the second time she has done so), and it was hurtful. It is FUCKING HARD to hurt my feelings (as I am a man and do not have any); yet she managed it. She is, in every sense of the word, shit.
Jakki posted @ 5:32 pm
ECU Students
Another old one from my personal blog.
I catch the 887 bus home (well, before I moved out of my parents’ house), which, is also the bus a considerable number of ECU students catch to get to ECU. I have drawn a comic to explain what typically happens.
Well, obviously not all ECU students are like this, but a great many are. They don’t seem to have the slightest idea of how to queue. They literally show up at the platform, stand up near the front, wait for the bus, then shove in front of you. I have seen so many students do this that I see it fit for ECU to have a new motto:
