Have you ever played a game called
JT's Blocks? Chances are you haven't, because if you did you wouldn't be reading this right now, you'd be playing. The game is offered on Yahoo games, and its as addictive as Crack.
Instead of curing cancer, I've been playing JT's Blocks. Instead of updating my blog, I've been playing JT's Blocks. Instead of watching TV, I've been playing JT's Blocks. Instead of masturbating, well... there's always time for masturbating.
When I close my eyes, I see blocks. When I drive my car, I see blocks. When I play with blocks, I see blocks. This happened once before, about ten years ago. I bought a Gameboy with Tetris. Played constantly, I when I wasn't playing I was thinking about playing. In my head I would see little blocks falling, and would move them into place. I realized I had a problem when my weight dropped dramatically and I got scurvy, so I returned the game to the store. However, I can't return JT's Blocks to the store, its always there just a couple clicks away whenever I sit down at the computer. If it weren't for the fact that it doesn't work through my company's firewall, I'd probably be unemployed.
Remember the Seinfeld episode where George is trying to figure out how push a old arcade Frogger game across a busy street? Then he realizes that all his Frogger practice has prepared him for that moment; the machine actually prepared George so that he could later save it. I'm waiting for that moment to come with JT's Blocks, but I just don't see how. The game is just to abstract.
Today I was visited by a
Jehovah’s Witness. For some reason I expect Jehovah’s Witnesses to be Asian. I have never seen an Asian Jehovah’s Witness as far as I can recall, so why do Asian guys in cheap suits carrying Bibles immediately come to mind where I hear the words "Jehovah’s Witness". The mind
boggles .
The guy (who is certainly not Asian) starts his spiel by asking if I believe disability would ever end. Strange question, don't you think? When he asked it I self consciously looked down at my broken hand in the cast. Then I said no, but didn't give him my reasons why. I wonder did he customize his pitch for me? Lets see, guy with cast, ask about disability ending. Guy with toupee, ask about baldness in heaven. Guy with Ford Excursion, ask about world gas reserves.
So then he starts to talk about God and the Bible and I quickly cut him off and tried to politely say I'm an atheist and he's wasting his time. He was a good sport and handed me some pamphlets and left.
Right now I'm at work writing this and I’m thinking about some Jehovah’s Witnesses pamphlets that are lying about the house. Why I didn't immediately throw them in the trash? Its not like I'm ever going to read them. I guess it seems really super rude to take something a guy just handed you and throw it in the trash, even if that guy has no way of knowing how you’re throwing it away.
Or maybe he would know, I can just picture the guy, at home watching television, suddenly he looks up and says “Jehovah senses...tingling! Pamphlet… thrown away… without being… READ …, AARRRGGHH!” This is why I didn’t throw it away immediately. You have to put it in with your other light reading material, and then out it goes when you throw out all your old magazines. I’m pretty sure the Jehovah’s Witness guys can’t detect it then, and their feelings aren’t hurt. Its just the way I was raised.
This is my first very first blog entry. Look Ma I'm typing!
I seriously hurt my left hand a few months ago. I currently have a cast and am in rehabilitation, so it takes me a little longer to write things than usual. So it might be helpful if you read this stuff slower than usual, you know, to even things out.
Last night I watched Predator, a great Arnold Swarzenegger movie I hadn't seen since I was a teenager. The action sequences when the Arnold and his commandos are storming the guerilla outpost are so campy! They are firing a non-stop barrage of bullets, just sort walking around like they have a protective force field around them and mowing down the bad guys. At one point, a bad guy is sneaking up behind Arnold and without even looking Arnold flings a huge bowie knife at the guy, which hits the guy with so much force that it goes through him up to the hilt and knocks him into the wall and pins him there. At which point Arnold says "Stick around." Brilliant!! And then there's the part where one of the other commandos see that Jesse "The Mind" Ventura is hit with a bullet in the arm and tells Jesse he's bleeding. To which Jesse responds "I ain't got time to bleed." Wow! Jesse, I know just how you feel! All of this is very cartoonish and unrealistic, and I enjoyed it immensly. Picture a guy sitting on the sofa, eyes wide and glued to the screen, cheeks crammed full of popcorn and soda.
However, there is a point at which all this movie mahem gets to be too much for even me. Its when Arnold discovers that the mission was misrepresented by Carl Weathers and says "You sold us out!" When reading that line remember to put a intense Austrian accent on the word "out". It should be like "owwwt." This was just to cliche even for me, but I forgave the transgression and enjoyed the rest of the movie. I could go on and on about this movie, but I won't. I'll just say its a cool movie, but its super cool when you're a 13 year old boy.
