Episode 1: Gone Daddy Gone
Whew. Managed to knock out the first Big Daddy. Really ran into some trouble to be perfectly honest with you. I came into this fight with the plasmids Telekinesis and Incinerate, having temporarily given up Electric Bolt. I also came to the end of the section with a very sparse supply (i.e. 1 shell) of electric shotgun ammo. Without a reliable way to shock and stall the Big Daddy's charges, this was going to be an uphill battle, which I lost very quickly a great number of times.
I eventually did check the intarwebbz for advice. I spent some time backtracking to Dr. Steinman's Aesthetic Ideals to collect the flammable gas canisters that I hadn't detonated in that encounter. Luckily, this amounted to three. Telekinetically flinging these explosives at the Mr. Bubbles off the break left me with a mere quarter or so of his health to scrape through. Some fancy footwork and a lot of armor-piercing pistol rounds later, I'm off to Neptune's Bounty.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I Like It When You Call Me Big Daddy
Primarily videogame miscellania this time 'round. Sorry, but you've been getting some pretty diverse blogging, so, you know. Be happy with what you get.
I'm up over 9300 GP in SFIV Championship Network mode now. Spending a significant amount of time losing with Abel. Been trying to rotate Abel, Gief, and Rufus pretty steadily. Championship mode is double blind character select, so I can only base the choice on prior experience with whomever I am matched up. I'm trying to mold Abel into my go-to counter pick versus Ryu. Fucking <3 Ultra through Hadoken.
In the "'bout fucking time" category, I should mention I bought BioShock on Steam, a bargain at twenty bones. As far as I'm concerned, this game is creepier than any Resident Evil I've ever played. I should really stop playing this game whilst situated. Think I'm about done the Medical Pavillion; fighting my first Big Daddy now. Not going so well, but I am playing on Hard mode for my first playthrough.
Wish me luck.
I'm up over 9300 GP in SFIV Championship Network mode now. Spending a significant amount of time losing with Abel. Been trying to rotate Abel, Gief, and Rufus pretty steadily. Championship mode is double blind character select, so I can only base the choice on prior experience with whomever I am matched up. I'm trying to mold Abel into my go-to counter pick versus Ryu. Fucking <3 Ultra through Hadoken.
In the "'bout fucking time" category, I should mention I bought BioShock on Steam, a bargain at twenty bones. As far as I'm concerned, this game is creepier than any Resident Evil I've ever played. I should really stop playing this game whilst situated. Think I'm about done the Medical Pavillion; fighting my first Big Daddy now. Not going so well, but I am playing on Hard mode for my first playthrough.
Wish me luck.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Hungry, Hungry, (Dead.)
As reported by Reuters, one of cocaine monarch Pablo Escobar's beloved hippos, Pepe, has been shot.
I mean, you take a man's life, ruin his drug empire, but... But to kill his hippopotamus?
That's fucking wrong, Colombia.
That shit is all fucked up.
I mean, you take a man's life, ruin his drug empire, but... But to kill his hippopotamus?
That's fucking wrong, Colombia.
That shit is all fucked up.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
What's Cookin'?
The roommate's manner continued to disturb the newlyweds. His behavior was quite alarming... Graciously welcoming them home from their honeymoon, helping them with their luggage, and inviting them to join him for dinner: a provocatively aromatic stew simmering in their newly acquired slow cooker.
They sat and tried to relax with their old chum, though the maniacal glint in his eyes was becoming unnerving. They were no strangers to his long, protracted practical jokes, though his ability to keep this one to himself for so long was conspicuous. He was known throughout their circle of friends for divulging even the supposedly most tightly guarded secrets at the tip of a hat. They were waiting at any moment for him to burst out with whatever inane story he had to share.
The cozy home was quiet, save for the bubbling stew. Their rambunctious shepherd mix was still with his mother; the moose of a canine being an undue burden on their busy roommate. He was, of course, more than happy to care for their low maintenance domestic short-hair, Mojo, during their absence. The cat apparently was still bitter about her owners' trip, as she had yet to slink downstairs to greet her caretakers.
The groom, hungry from their long trip back from the tropics, nibbled on some garlic toast, and then was seduced by the aroma of the stew that had been ladled into his bowl. The deep red broth swirled slowly, slices of carrot lazily bumping into bits of soft celery and chunks of potato. The hearty smell of black pepper and oregano drifted through the dimly lit kitchen, and enticed the new bride to likewise take a tantalizing slurp of the concoction.
"Do you like it?" he asked, on the brink of unbridled enthusiasm. They had known him to be awfully proud of his omeletes, and perhaps he was merely seeking approval of his latest endeavor.
"Yeah, man," the new husband answered, relishing the rich, smoky flavors of the meal. "Where'd you get the recipe? Food Network.com?"
"Oh," he replied, "I got it out of one of y'all's cookbooks. Made a few adjustments to make it suit my style. You all had told me to use up the stuff in the fridge while you were gone, so I figured I would make the best stew I could with what was around the house."
The young woman was impressed. The stew was well composed, rich, and the meat was tender and erupting with flavor. "This is great. Did you use the rest of that ribeye we had left?"
"No," he replied. "I didn't think that was the right fit for this recipe."
"Oh," she said. "This does fit better. Is this a lamb shank or something?"
"No," he replied. "I just tried to use things that were already here in the house," he said as he rose to clear the table.
The couple sat puzzled, as they reached the bottom of their bowls. They didn't think they had left any other meat in the refrigerator before their departure.
Confounded, the new bride was about to ask what he did use in the stew, when a horrible, sinking feeling began to pool in her stomach. And she suddenly became far too frightened to wonder out loud why their darling cat had not yet trotted down the steps to come see them...
"If you want I can give you the recipe," he offered. "But it might be a little tricky now to find everything you need... for Mojo Stew."
They sat and tried to relax with their old chum, though the maniacal glint in his eyes was becoming unnerving. They were no strangers to his long, protracted practical jokes, though his ability to keep this one to himself for so long was conspicuous. He was known throughout their circle of friends for divulging even the supposedly most tightly guarded secrets at the tip of a hat. They were waiting at any moment for him to burst out with whatever inane story he had to share.
The cozy home was quiet, save for the bubbling stew. Their rambunctious shepherd mix was still with his mother; the moose of a canine being an undue burden on their busy roommate. He was, of course, more than happy to care for their low maintenance domestic short-hair, Mojo, during their absence. The cat apparently was still bitter about her owners' trip, as she had yet to slink downstairs to greet her caretakers.
The groom, hungry from their long trip back from the tropics, nibbled on some garlic toast, and then was seduced by the aroma of the stew that had been ladled into his bowl. The deep red broth swirled slowly, slices of carrot lazily bumping into bits of soft celery and chunks of potato. The hearty smell of black pepper and oregano drifted through the dimly lit kitchen, and enticed the new bride to likewise take a tantalizing slurp of the concoction.
"Do you like it?" he asked, on the brink of unbridled enthusiasm. They had known him to be awfully proud of his omeletes, and perhaps he was merely seeking approval of his latest endeavor.
"Yeah, man," the new husband answered, relishing the rich, smoky flavors of the meal. "Where'd you get the recipe? Food Network.com?"
"Oh," he replied, "I got it out of one of y'all's cookbooks. Made a few adjustments to make it suit my style. You all had told me to use up the stuff in the fridge while you were gone, so I figured I would make the best stew I could with what was around the house."
The young woman was impressed. The stew was well composed, rich, and the meat was tender and erupting with flavor. "This is great. Did you use the rest of that ribeye we had left?"
"No," he replied. "I didn't think that was the right fit for this recipe."
"Oh," she said. "This does fit better. Is this a lamb shank or something?"
"No," he replied. "I just tried to use things that were already here in the house," he said as he rose to clear the table.
The couple sat puzzled, as they reached the bottom of their bowls. They didn't think they had left any other meat in the refrigerator before their departure.
Confounded, the new bride was about to ask what he did use in the stew, when a horrible, sinking feeling began to pool in her stomach. And she suddenly became far too frightened to wonder out loud why their darling cat had not yet trotted down the steps to come see them...
"If you want I can give you the recipe," he offered. "But it might be a little tricky now to find everything you need... for Mojo Stew."
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Crysis Averted [Crysis Final Impressions]
Beat Crysis. Thought I had some more game to go... Kind of abrupt. Ah well. Very cool game nonetheless. Don't know if I'll jump into sidestory/expansion Warhead just yet, but I'm glad I knocked it out.
Obobble
This is actually an episode of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon from back in July. Don't watch the whole thing, just the beginning (up to about 1:43) with the protracted Bubble Bobble reference. I thought I was the only one that remembered that game!
Maybe this Obama guy is okay after all...
Oh, and I reckon all you Facebook groupies are going to want to flock here.
Maybe this Obama guy is okay after all...
Oh, and I reckon all you Facebook groupies are going to want to flock here.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Uh ee Uh aa aa [Diablo III Art]
Crescente's Diablo III impressions make me wonder if I would enjoy Diablo III when it is released. Probably not as much as I enjoy this Witch Doctor art.
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