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You'd think after like 15 years I'd stop feeling like a fraud when writing posts but I still do which is both a statement on my self confidence and a compliment to how good my partners are as writers
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You'd think after like 15 years I'd stop feeling like a fraud when writing posts but I still do which is both a statement on my self confidence and a compliment to how good my partners are as writers
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5 mos ago
Why are you talking about Final Fantasy 10 like that
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Final Fantasy 13 is a top five entry in the franchise but ya'll still ain't ready to have that conversation
6 mos ago
This Bears/Packers game is gonna make me believe in the power of Chicago Pope
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The older I get the more I start to think BBQ potato chips are the worst flavor, actually.
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Look, I got lost on the way to getting some jajangmyeon and it'd be foolish to leave now.
there's a difference between SOME songs and ALL OF THE SONGS. I have yet to find a popular, current artist who is worth listening to, with some very limited exceptions.
Music isn't ABOUT having a catchy beat. When you listen to music, it's supposed to make you FEEL something, to connect with it in some way. A good song makes you feel like you're a part of something larger, and NOTHING in the current pop makes me feel that way.
If you're simply looking in pop music you're intentionally limiting yourself. There's much more music than just what is on the Billboard charts and even still, just because you don't feel anything from pop music doesn't discredit it as music. I mean, I happen to think a song like Shake It Off is catchy and easy to dance to, and there's an entire genre of music devoted to having beats you can dance to.
I happen to think that most 'classic rock' bands don't make any music I'd qualify as good, but that doesn't make them any less talented as musicians. I think most, if not all, metal music is hot garbage and all I feel from them is a massive waste of time. But I don't then go on to proclaim the music I listen to better than some other genre of music. That's silly. People can like pop music and people can like metal music, there doesn't and shouldn't have to be this animosity or this feeling of "My music is better than your music".
And if music isn't about catchy beats, then funk music says what up. That entire genre is all about groove and making people want to dance with their smooth and funky, and yes, catchy, beats. It's why Uptown Funk is such a massive hit: because it harkens back to the days when you just wanted to get on the dance floor and groove.
Music doesn't and shouldn't be locked into this mindset of connecting you with something. I love K.Flay but I can't relate to her lyrics in a personal way, but the way she flows and the way her tracks come together work together beautifully. Music is a wonderful thing, and much like with other art forms there's a large selection of it out there for a reason. People that only listen to one genre are doing themselves a disservice.
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YES!!!! Thank you Chuck! Someone finally gets it!! I love metal because it makes me feel strong and empowered! It's been my most cherished genre of music forever and you're damn right we metalheads are part of something, a brotherhood we call the Metal Militia! \m/
And yet the same militia will have fights over which subgenre of metal is better. Metal is silly.
just because people don't listen to a music genre anymore doesn't mean it's not a good genre, in fact these days it means people have a shitty taste in music. When ninety percent of the popular songs in a decade are about having sex and smoking pot and running from the police, I think it's time to fall back on a previous generation.
Yes, because songs from the previous generation weren't about having sex and doing other drugs. That's limited specifically to this generation.
I mean, there are only two dead genres listed in the song so I'm not sure what they're trying to say here? Punk is still around as is techno and all its subgenres so...?
I like The Old Republic it's the only MMO I still play and even then it's moreso for the RP side of things. Which is almost all terrible but hey...I got nothing. I like MMOs, but they don't tend to like me because man are there a lot of real stinkers out there.
As far as the Elder Scrolls go, I dislike them all equally and I don't like Bethesda games whatsoever, especially not their recent trio of Oblivion/Fallout 3/Skyrim all of which I felt were boring and bad, broken games with nothing interesting to do in them. And I especially think Fallout 3 is garbage for sullying the good name.
But that's just me.
Also please don't lump in Obsidian with Bethesda, because Obsidian makes actual good games with actual great narratives and Bethesda craps out a world and goes "IT'S IMMERSIVEEEEEEEEEEEEE" and fools people into thinking that there's fun to be found.
Elder Scrolls Online is something that can't get better until a whole year packed with updates desperately tries to make it at least decent. I respect the developers for trying to release something worthwhile under a greedy company's demands (and deadlines), but alas, you're not supposed to prevent yourself from flushing down sh-t into the drain. (Fun Fact: I can't buy a horse unless I dedicate my life to grinding for a designated amount of time that makes WoW go "WOW")
I WOULD have said the same for that FF MMO (I forgot that existed) had it not been for the fact that it's actually received pretty good updates that patched up a fair amount of things. My only complaint is that they should have released the game with those kinds of updates already applied to the game in the first place by alpha-testing/beta-testing the living crap out of it.
The story of FF14 is a long and funny and kind of tragic one. Like, how often does a company get to release a game that is literally terrible in every single possible way and then go "Our bad, can we get a do over?" and then re-make the whole game and turn it into one of the better subscription based MMOs on the market.
Square Enix is a company that does many dumb things but dammit if they don't do some good things sometimes inbetween the piles of dumb.
The slim cylinder of paper and tobacco dropped from inbetween slender fingers to fall into the puddle of toilet water, extinguishing the small flame that had been burning. Ryan shakes her right hand, ashes sliding off her fingers to the ground below. Her fault, really, her mind had been wandering as it so often did when on an airplane, what else did one do to combat the boredom than get lost in their own mile-a-minute thoughts? Ryan was well aware of the risks involved with smoking on an airplane, a fine and handcuffs upon landing was just the tip of an iceburg; either way it was a risk she needed to take. It had been hours since her last cigarette, and that was too long a period.
It didn't help matters that the person she was sat next to was one of those old people who liked to make conversation about their lives, as if they took inspiration from Forrest Gump and the airplane is their new bus stop bench. There was a limit to how engaged a person could pretend to be, and even Ryan, noted for almost saint-like patience when conversing with people in love with their own voice, couldn't stand more than a few minutes next to them. Let alone two and a half hours.
The only thing Ryan wanted to do on the flight, other than sneak a cigarette - that had gone so well - was to have a drink - perhaps a glass of vodka poured from those fancy small glasses - and then to sleep; after engaging the flight attendant in mild conversation of course, to act the part. There were three flight attendants, but only one that mattered, the one that took care of Ryan's section of the plane. She had been in this field for ten years now, never married, no children, a love of travel got her in the door and having no other goals in life kept her there. And that was just information Ryan was able to get when asking for a pillow earlier.
People were easy. For the most part they're just happy to have someone listen and smile and nod. It was smoking in the bathroom of an airplane, that was the hard part.
"Miss? Miss, are you alright?" A knocking at the door, the saccharine voice of Sam the flight attendant. "We'll be landing shortly, you need to return to your seat." The voice sounded through the door. Good. She didn't smell smoke. Not yet.
"How much longer, Sam?" Ryan called back, putting on her friendly voice. That was good, Ryan was friends with this flight attendant now. The voice is such an easy tool, so handy in subtle manipulations.
"Forty five minutes, says the captain."
"Still time left for the mile high club, Sam." As Ryan said that, she grabbed at the silver ring on her right pinky finger, looking herself over in the mirror as she did so.
"Miss?" Sam's response was expected, but it was less confusion in the tone and more consideration.
It didn't matter anyway, Ryan flushed the ruined cigarette and opened the door back out into the flight. "Don't worry about it." Ryan smirked at the still confused Sam, giving the flight attendant a quick touch on the shoulder before returning to her seat to hear about grandkids and the Vietnam war or something equally as pointless. At least they were landing soon.
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New York
"That's bad for your health, you know."
A trail of smoke wafted into the air as Ryan blew out another drag before tossing the cigarette over the balcony railing to the ground below. Irresponsible perhaps, but what difference would it make really. It was nice to be able to enjoy a cigarette without fear of making headlines. So sensitive over matters of airplanes, these people were.
But it was true. Cigarettes were bad for her health. And yet, Ryan couldn't care less. There war far more dangerous things out there, things that could kill you much faster. And Ryan would know. Stepping back into the hotel room, Ryan said nothing as she checked her watch and headed towards the door, grabbing her blazer from the chair it was draped over. Now it was time for business.
"You're leaving? Are you serious right now?"
"Don't want to miss your flight." Ryan's parting words. She'd slip her blazer on in the elevator.
Outside, in the cool Manhattan air, Ryan lit up another cigarette and started walking. New York was a shithole. She missed her shithole. She missed Chicago, where the people weren't so fake and there was a constant danger looming in the air. And the pizza was better. New York was a shithole. Her destination was in walking distance, and even if it wasn't, Ryan liked to walk the sidewalks in the urban areas. It was perfect for listening to life.
Ryan drew her hat low, obscuring her eyes, when she entered the abandoned building and was led forward by the man in black. Of course he was in black. Bad guys always wore black in the movies. And no doubt about it, the man was not a good guy. The door opened and the first thing Ryan took note of was the three others already in the room.
"Tony Montana, Casey Ryback, and Acid Burn walk into a bar..." Ryan muses, just loud enough so the others could hear before stepping towards the furthest wall to lean against, hat still pulled low.