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We are officially working down to the single digit days countdown for Rock Band. Which excites me, and all of you I imagine.

Thought I would take today to explain my "process of execution" come RB-day!

I've already taking the better part of the day off. Being I have to drive nearly an hour to get my bundle, I will leave about 8:30 am to get there with a little extra time to spare. I'll patiently wait outside of Game Stop. They better pray to God they have my bundle. Otherwise I'm gonna take a nasty, nasty dump on their front doorstep.

Take a few pictures of my lovely bundle and myself loving said bundle. Rubbing it in the faces of the less fortunate.

I know. How prickish! HEY! I'VE WAITED A LONG TIME! I deserve this! I NEED THIS!

Place the bundle in my car. Drive off. Swerve to hit a few people that are trying to hijack my car and my bundle. Cause lets face it. It's what they want.

Then drive home after a trip to Starbucks for a Venti White Chocolate Mocha with a 8 pump and three packets of natural sugar! I'll be ready soon.

Get the bundle home, Unpack it and set it up. Then get all excited like a stupid little kid would and make all kinds of squeaky high pitched noises. Come on! You will too!

Get a few songs in and then have to go back to work! Sucks eh.

Oh! If you're wondering where the title came from, I happen to be at work listening to country over the PA. WHY LORD! WHY!

Thursday, November 8, 2007

My Official Guitar Hero III review. (Along with a short story)

After months of excitement, withholding on finding a demo and playing it, I thought I would be in for a pleasant surprise. I was, just not like I thought I'd be.

My first disappointment came when I went to pick up GHIII. I didn't preorder because I knew it would be readily available. So I opted for the midnight release.

I'm waiting in line, second I might add! The guy comes around the corner with a palate of GHIII. We're hoopin and hollerin (cause thats what we do round these parts). What do I see? GHIII for 360, Wii, and PS2.

Thats right kiddies! NO PS3! I tells the guy, you got to be kidding me. You don't have it for PS3? He proceeds to tell me that its not out yet. I tell him "They all are released tonight, sir." I was very polite, considering I was fairly wasted.

So he checks on his little computer there. "Hmm", he says. "It says in stock." I'm feeling that dreadful feeling of getting screwed. 

I had to have it! Tonight! So I went ahead and got the PS2 version. Which blows! I ended up with the damn SG too! I couldn't even get the Kramer! Bent over double time with no lube! CRAP!

Yes I realize I could've just waited, but I wanted it then and now! So my plan is to wait till they get it for PS3 then do the Wal-Mart switch and pay the difference.

Now onto the review.

Ultimately it is a nicely polished turd. The set list is incredible. Thats about it! The "new" HO/PO is about 20 pounds of smacked ass. It doesn't make any sense to me.

Battle mode is a small amusing novelty. Isn't the point to try not to butcher a song?

The story cut scenes are a minor neat detail.

The timing seems to be just a tick off.

Dragonforce....need I say more?

Overall I'd give this a 3 out of 5.

Whats your thoughts on this?

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Ok, as some of you may know, I am a parts guy in the automotive industry. Its a great job. Not as good as say a game developer or tester, but still fun.

However...You'll always get the ass jockies that love to ruin your day by asking you something that is just completely common sense. I've noticed a developing trend in the general public here lately.

They think they know what they are talking about (when it comes to vehicles). Oh, thats right. I'm just the idiot that is certified in this particular line of work. What was I thinking in telling you what you should do. Silly me.

Maybe you should switch me spots, so I can ask you stupid, idiotic question. Then turn around and belittle your expertise. That's ok. I'll take it. Cause at the end of the month, when its commission time, you'll be the reason my check is a little larger. Cause I'm gonna screw you! 10.00 bucks? Not on my watch! You're looking at 20.00 now! Yeah. I can do that.

So thanks to all you out there who think you know. You pay my bills and then some. MUAH!

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Hello folks. Your Guitar Hero God has returned to wrap up the continuation of our previous story.


Last night was a night to remember indeed. It was chock full of roadies, groupies, guitar gods, and fans alike!


So our story takes place back at Bugsey Malone's for the final bracket of the Guitar Hero Tourney.


Once again I was first up to compete. Earlier the bar was abuzz that I had made my return to claim my prize. Apparently my presence of God like guitar skill had intimidated my fellow shredders. I was kinda flattered.


So the rules had changed. It was now going to be best two out of three songs. Before we begin, my competitor tells me that he heard I was here for one thing, and one thing only. Kicking ass and chewing buble gum, and I was all out of bubble gum. He proceeds to tell me that I beat his friend last week and he was honored to play against me. Whatever dude! It's just a game. We begin. I take him out.


Next two guys are up. They go neck and neck for two songs, but one is just a bit better and takes the "W"!


Now we get down to the nitty gritty. We chat for a few while the house cues up the song. First off. Jordan. Ahh! Now if you've ever even played this game, you know Jordan is the one song that will rip your testes out and hand them to you on a silver platter.


It's a tight, close match up. Damn! He beat me. But not by much. Now I'm getting worried. NO sweat. Just calm down, theres one more chance to redeem myself. Next up Thunderhorse! Man these guys are picking some brutal ass songs! But it is the final bracket. Let's seem em' sweat a bit, right?! Once again, it's a nailbiter! I pull out the victory!


The spectators are going nuts by the end of this song. It's deadlocked. Each of us have a win. They ask us which song we want to play. I said "Shit I don't care! We've already played most of the hardest ass songs on here." Then I suggested. Let the crowd decide. "Freebird!" they shout!


Freebird it is. Ten minutes and some change later, your boy comes out the Guitar God of Springfield! We shake hands at the end, I collect my prize money, and buy dude a beer! Sweat is a dripping, egos are a bursting, and panties are a flyin! No ???, dont believe me. Check out the Guitar Hero Tourney folder in my picture area. For you viewing pleasure here are some highlights.


 

Friday, August 17, 2007

I just so happened to be in the neighborhood of Springfield last evening, when low and behold, a little birdie dropped me a snippet of information. There was a Guitar Hero tournament in the area! Hmmm. Didn't do too bad last time. Maybe I oughta have another go at it.


This time the setting was a quaint little bar on the east side of the square. A small establishment indeed. Bugsey Malone's was the battle ground. So we's a get there and there are a couple of gents at the front playing. Thier not bad. But this is only practice baby.


So after a few practice runs, I'm feeling a little warmed up.


The tourney is about to begin. I'm first call! Sweet! My opponent is probably a guy about my age, maybe a little younger, but age shouldn't be a factor. Right Anna?!


So to start the night out, we begin our face-off. Shout At The Devil is the name of the game. EXPERT BABY! Cha-ching! Money in the bank! Of course, yours truly walks away the victor, as if you're suprised! Hmpff! Don't underestimate my skills beeotch!


Of course he had to bitch about the controller not working right and the horrible lag. He was right, there was a pretty bad lag. But that didn't stop me from racking up a couple grand!


So the next couple of contestants play.


Once again, I'm called up to I unleash my mad ass skills to vaporize the poor soul who sags his head in defeat at the end of the song. Mr. Fix It, expert, was his demise. He proceeds to tell me afterwards, "I've only played that song a few times, I guess you've played it more" Sorry dude! Not my bitch, it's yours.


Then I'm up again.This time it's Six by All That Remains. Ugh! On expert. My hands are already burning and we haven't even started! Once again! I deliver ultimate face meltage! Even though I didn't produce up to my standards, I still won. But hey! That song is the devil!


So the night is drawing closer to an end, the contestants are dwindling. I still stand.


Next up, Alice In Chains / Them Bones. Poor guy that I'm playing is a newbie. I can tell. He won't even play on hard. No matter. I humor him and play on medium. A few short minutes, and another one bites the dust.


Final showdown. And I must admit, I am shocked. I was not planning on these victories to fall into my lap.


So we are up. I even took the right guitar, which was slated as the "Bad Guitar". Soy Bomb / expert is the name of the game. Finally, through the smoke, arises a champion. I'll give you one guess, and it ain't the other guy.


So this is the end of the tournament for the evening. I'm to return next week for the final bracket. The prize $200 smackers. And they never said playing video games paid off! So stay tuned, because next week I will be posting a blog on those results. Thanks for letting me rave about my huge ego when it comes to GH! I'm a nerd, a loser, a dork. But I'm getting that paper!

Friday, August 17, 2007