The Playstation 3, for me, is a glorified Bluray player. I own exactly one game for it, which is Heavy Rain. That came out 3 and a half years ago. Every few years, when the stars align, the PS3 will get some amazing must own exclusive like Heavy Rain. The latest such must own exclusive is The Last of Us, which I’ve been enjoying the fuck out of for the past few days.

It’s incredibly engrossing, the story is gripping, and you actually give a shit about the characters. The little girl, Ellie, adds a wonderful sense of humanity to a post-apocalyptic world that has long since forgotten the word. Gameplay wise, it’s very reminiscent of the third-person zombie experience that Resident Evil provides, but there are also humanoid enemies to deal with at times.
Characters will get introduced and then brutally removed in scenarios that really make you go, “Oh fuck.” It’s just a really fun ride and a great example of what videogames can accomplish as a medium with enough ambition.

Nerd note: The infection in this game is of a fungal sort, namely the Cordyceps fungus. This is actually a real fungus that does actually infect various species. Planet Earth has a segment on it. The fungus only infects insects, but its effects are astonishing. It will actually take over an insect’s mind, and eventually will burst from the insect’s head or body, upon which it will release spores to infect more insects.

Missed Pickup Opportunity

The setup: Doctor’s office. Cute nurse. I’m coming back after 2 days to get a form filled out.

Nurse: Do you remember who did your physical?

Me: Deborah, I think.

Nurse: And she’s not even working today. Do you want to leave this with me? I’ll call you when she fills out tomorrow.

Me: Do you have my number?

Nurse: It’s in the system, right?

Me: Yeah.

*END*

The way it SHOULD have gone:

Me: Do you have my number?

Nurse: It’s in the system, right?

Me: Yeah, but do you have my number?

 

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN GOLD.

“While Mortals Sleep” is a collection of unpublished short stories Vonnegut wrote in the 50’s. The style of writing is rather uncharacteristic of Vonnegut, lacking the apocalyptic feel of many of his later novels, but still manages to reflect his signature sarcasm and wit. The stories cover many themes like love, money, art, financial greed, class struggles, and deception. Some of the stories are a bit dry, but some are just flat out great. Moreover, every story has a moral to teach. Vonnegut’s novels had morals as well, but they were presented in a pretty subtle fashion, whereas these tend to be a bit more upfront.

I highly recommend “Out, Brief Candle”, “Money Talks”, and “The Humbugs”.

On the drive home yesterday, I got caught in torrential rain no less than 3 times. The second time, the rain kept on for at least 30-45 minutes. Of course, I was driving top down the whole time. It is hilarious watching people gawk at the lunatic driving a little orange Miata when it’s pouring outside. Honestly, at speed, you don’t even get wet. A little water gets on the inside of the doors and so my left arm got a little wet. I only got soaked when I stopped for food and gas and had to get out to put the top up. I’ve got the drive down to a science by now. I pile 80-85mph nearly the whole way and what’s usually a 6 hour drive turns into a 5hr15 drive if I don’t make any stops.

To care or
Plead silence, weak hands are calling

But I can’t seem to end
These images
Hauntingly looks like hell

To end this catastrophic scene, awake and breathing.

Good weekend. It was nice being home for a few days, celebrate Father’s Day and my dad’s 60th. I’m not terribly excited about the 6 hour drive back, but I am getting claustrophobic in Jersey. I gotta get back to my real life. It’s funny, I actually miss the city back home. Spending 6 weeks in Jersey will certainly be interesting.

It’s pretty wild how powerful music can be and how easily it can alter mood. The last few days were a temporary backslide and it’s a testament to Jimmy Eat World’s craft that they were able to trigger it. Digging in the past is fine and dandy, but it won’t change anything in the present or the future, which are the things that matter now.