Playing Half Life 2 again. It is truly a marvel of game design. Bioshock which I finished recently is a marvelous game, brimming with excellence and oozing professionalism, but having finished both games in close proximity to one another, I'm really unsure about which I prefer. Both are fantastic story driven games, but with different approaches. Bioshock tells the story through disembodied radio voices and diary recordings, which is an entirely valid and wonderful approach. It introduces more resource management than Half Life, but Half Life's combat is just so glorious it makes the mind spin. Half Life's story unfolds entirely through its world and its characters, and the story for both is amazing, just like:
The Prestige, which is a movie I feel I could watch over and over again for eternity. Hugh Jackman when he isn't all 'rawr wolverine rawr' is truly fantastic, and Christian Bale is quickly rising to the very top of my favorite actor list. (Let us not forget the very voluptuous er I mean highly talented Ms. Johansson)
who is probably most famous for:Lost in Translation which I still have on my hard drive. It's one of those films you absolutely fall in love with and cannot bear to delete, even with the hard drive spring cleaning I did yesterday. (600 MB free! AAAAAH) It's more of a mood piece than an actual film. Watching it for the plot is like listening to Enya for the lyrics. Speaking of missing the point:
My parents have decided that a dinner they told me about 36 hours in advance takes precedence over any and all plans I may have had on a Saturday night, and I am REALLY irritated by this turn of events. It's not the first time they're done it either. Try pulling this stunt on anyone other than your immediate family and see if they don't tell you to fuck off. So that brings that particular rant out of my system:
Done.
2 comments:
At least you're getting food. I got fuck all food in campus.
It was shit food.
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