<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439</id><updated>2011-08-01T15:04:16.561-05:00</updated><category term='DRM'/><category term='piracy'/><category term='Spore'/><category term='EA'/><category term='people should shut the hell up just a bit'/><category term='gas'/><title type='text'>Frostbite: Not the debilitating condition!</title><subtitle type='html'>You might get a debilitating condition from reading though.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-25487179672763945</id><published>2011-02-20T21:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:05:56.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Stories!</title><content type='html'>So, there I was, in the forest. My helicopter had gone down. I had nothing but the clothes on my back with me. Then some tigers started to circle, probably attracted by the noise of the crash. The first one lunged an-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE INTERRUPT THE PROGRAM IN PROGRESS FOR THIS EXTRA SPECIAL PSA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day, folks. My name is Sam and I'm here to talk to you about something very important. Well, perhaps not important in the overall world and the such, but something very important to me. This is video games. I want to discuss video games and you. Namely you if you're a parent. If you're reading this, you are likely not a parent, but that's a-ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So video games. They have been around for quite some time now, entertaining the masses. From platformers, to RPGs, to shooters, to third person adventurey type games. They come in all shapes and sizes and for all kinds of different people. Some are for kids, but not all video games are made for kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FACT: NOT ALL VIDEO GAMES ARE FOR KIDS. THERE ARE GAMES FOR ADULTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand this may be hard to grasp. Video games seem like a toy, but they are in fact not. They are just like any  other entertainment industry. There are games designed for kids, but there are also those made for adults. I'll repeat this, since it is apparently difficult to grasp or understand. VIDEO GAMES CAN HAVE ADULT THEMES AND EXTREME VIOLENCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They even have a handy ratings guide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E-It stands for everyone, but has 10+ on there. Which is confusing, since there are people under the age of 10 in the world, meaning they aren't for everyone. But these are very tame. They include things like Mario, sports games and other related content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T-This stands for teen. It's about the equivalent of a PG-13 movie. Except more tame than that, PG-13 movies are allowed a lot more freedom. You are not allowed to really...curse in Teen rated games, but there is some minor violence. These are generally pretty safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-This stands for mature and is for a 17+ audience. There is cursing, blood, violence. Anything you would find in a Rated R movie is generally fair game here. Except even then, it's generally more tame than a Rated R movie, there's less cursing, not really anything in the way of nudity. But then there is violence. And people think it's worse because you can perpetrate the violence. These people are known as "idiots" who want other people to raise their kids for them, because they clearly do not know how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AO-Adults only. 18+, not really many games get this rating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to go into this, because last week I saw a mother buying her child a copy of Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood. Great game, great series. Problem: This child was 8 years old. This game is not appropriate for an 8 year old. Would you let your 8 year old child watch a rated R movie? No? Then on earth are you buying them a mature rated game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't make sense. The only way I can explain is that people still see games as a toy. A thing for children. They are not. They are meant for all ages, different games for different groups. Until people realize this, games will continue to be demonized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, until people take responsibility over raising their own kids. Take the time to get informed about things before buying them. Understand what you're doing. Take some damn blame on yourself every once in awhile. A video game didn't make your kid a bad kid. You did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Supreme Court had to hear a case about censoring video games and making it a felony to sell mature rated games to a minor. Which on the surface sounds like a good idea, but it really isn't. It means retailers won't want to carry mature rated games, because you get slammed by the government if one single employee messes up. Suddenly you're up on federal charges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movies don't have to put up with this. Books don't. Music doesn't. Why do video games? I would venture to guess it's because it's the new entertainment medium, it's easy to blame. It's the scapegoat for bad parenting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-25487179672763945?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/25487179672763945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=25487179672763945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/25487179672763945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/25487179672763945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2011/02/exciting-stories.html' title='Exciting Stories!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-4701544724975715091</id><published>2010-10-21T23:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:39:11.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Righteous Jackwagons</title><content type='html'>I swear. One of these days when I say I'm going to update more, I'm going to mean it. While I'm on the topic, if you have something you want me to write about, let me know. I have thoughts on a lot of things, but I never know what to put here. So faithful half reader, message me on facebook, email me, put a suggestion in the comments section of this very blog. Contact me in some way to get whatever topic you want Sam Eason's thoughts on in this blog. It's very exclusive. Like one of those clubs with the huge dude that has a clipboard at the door. &lt;i&gt;And your name/topic could be on that clipboard&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now we're back from that commercial back with the program already in progress:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike super self-righteous people. This should come as a shock to nobody. That may sound kind of terrible out of context or something. It shouldn't because there is a difference between a self-righteous person and a good person or someone trying to better themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A self-righteous person has to let other know all the great stuff they do to save the world or "better" themselves. They also have to tell everyone else how to live their life. How they can better themselves, with unsolicited and unwanted advice. I'm all for people being better, and caring about the world around them. But just because I don't tell everyone I care doesn't mean I don't. I just don't feel the need to tell everyone I care about something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something similar to this happens at work all the time. A good kid will, of course do something good or right. Something they didn't have to do, then go about their day. Then another child will do something good, then have to make sure everyone knew about their good deed, thus tarnishing it some. At least in my eyes it tarnishes it some. If you were confident in what you were doing is right, not everyone would need to hear about it. It isn't necessary. You should be happy and fulfilled you did it. You did it because you felt it made you a better person. You felt it was the right thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone else remember that 'Save Darfur' fad that happened years ago? The people that wore the shirts probably don't, because they probably weren't even Darfur was a region in Sudan, or that there was a real tragedy going on. People just wanted to buy some sweet looking shirt that showed they cared about the world. Apparently part of the money went to stop the tragedy. When is the last time donating money stopped a government backed genocide? Never. Thought so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes we should care about the environment and do what we can to make this world livable for future generations. I wish every country could be as privileged as the United States. It's a fact of life that they aren't. We shouldn't feel super guilty about it, but we also shouldn't abuse what we have constantly. But just because you do care, doesn't mean you have to tell everyone about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-4701544724975715091?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/4701544724975715091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=4701544724975715091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/4701544724975715091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/4701544724975715091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2010/10/self-righteous-jackwagons.html' title='Self-Righteous Jackwagons'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-1476536963740053967</id><published>2010-05-03T22:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T00:28:05.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatterblog</title><content type='html'>So, I ran into my usual dilemma of not knowing what to write about for a new update. With calls for less posts and video games and more posts about Australia and what I've learned from people that live there. Yeah, I don't know how to fill an entire post about that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I had the idea to take apart the crappy Insane Clown Posse song/video Miracles. If you haven't already seen it, go look it up on youtube, it's pure gold. But then I noticed that &lt;a href="http://www.somethingawful.com/d/news/insane-clown-posse.php"&gt;everyone&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7WXoMp8Ews&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;has&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yi08uLTOGxs"&gt;already&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/blog/learn-your-motherfuckin-science-with-the-icp"&gt;done&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/loadingreadyrun/1629-Scientists-Rebuttal-to-ICP"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, brilliantly I might add, that I should do a post that is a rebuttal to &lt;a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2010/04/video_games_can_never_be_art.html"&gt;Roger Ebert's &lt;/a&gt;blog about how video games are and never will be art. For one that would be about video games, which apparently I should stop writing about. For two, people far more talented and knowledgeable than me have also &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/news/6235782.html?tag=result%3Btitle%3B0"&gt;already&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gamespy.com/articles/108/1085937p1.html"&gt;done&lt;/a&gt; a &lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/news/view/100062-Ebert-Re-Emphasizes-That-Games-Will-Never-Be-Art"&gt;myriad&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/columns/extra-punctuation/7473-Extra-Punctuation-Videogames-as-Art"&gt;things&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/columns/experienced-points/7498-Arty-Games"&gt;concerning&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/blog/why-ebert-is-wrong-in-defense-of-games-as-art"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I honestly have nothing new to contribute to such a discussion outside of lots of nerd rage. I do have plenty of that to go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat here and thought to myself, "Sam, what could you write about?" then I decided I can write about whatever the hell I want. Well, that got me a grand total of nowhere. Because that still existed beforehand, and what I thought was some manner of groundbreaking thought, was actually just stating fact. This is my blog, I can write about whatever the hell I want. Except maybe you know...things that are against the law. That might get me into some manner of trouble. Then again, that doesn't really stop me from being able to write them, just gives me reason not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that conversation in my head got really convoluted and stupid and just turned into hurling insults back and forth at myself. I'm sure you don't want to hear all about that. Maybe you do, maybe that's how you get your kicks, you sick bastard. You disgust me. You and everything you might stand for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm sure to have heard something in the past few days that I could elaborate on in a blog post. But never in the course of the day during a conversation do I think to myself, "My god! That is an amazing idea for a blog post! I shall file that away in my head brain for later!" Besides I generally get everything out during that conversation or something, then yell at people later about it. I never make it far enough into my web surfing to get to my blog while I still have the spirit to write about a subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! While I am thinking about it, there is a damn difference between curvy and fat. Fat does not make you curvy. Just because you a large woman human being person that does not in any way make you curvy. Did we somehow lose the definition of this word at some point in our long history? Or are people just that into themselves they will boldly state to the world they find themselves curvy when clearly they are not? Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, even that was just an aside within this post, I might be able to get an entire post out of that, but only if I got good and riled up first. Maybe even liquored up too. Then and this is still a maybe, could I write an entire post about how people don't understand anything in the world and are all idiots, including you and me. We're all stupid. Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just feel mean, sorry reader. I didn't mean to demean you. We're still cool. Please don't walk away, if you walk away it means this is over and I feel like we can make it work. We've been growing so distant lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Lay off the meth kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-1476536963740053967?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1476536963740053967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=1476536963740053967' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/1476536963740053967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/1476536963740053967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2010/05/scatterblog.html' title='Scatterblog'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-8963842384710449416</id><published>2010-04-14T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:49:34.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Emotion Is Me!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm just going to get right on with it and warn you that this will be less a funny post, and more a bit serious on an actual topic. Gasp! Sure, there might be jokes every once in awhile and maybe the post will even change into something else, as I write it, but as I'm conceptualizing and writing it at the same time, I'm not setting out to be hilarious this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, there will be spoilers for a few games here. So ye be warned. These include but aren't limited to Heavy Rain, Metal Solid 3 and 4 and maybe a few others, so you know now. I'll give fair warning before it happens in the post though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now that we've wrapped all that up nicely, onto the actual post. Emotions in games. Or rather emotions and how games can evoke them far better than other media. Hold on, I'm just going to go ahead and say it now, people who say games are for kids or that you will grow out of them can go ahead and pull their collective heads out at any time. Have you grown out of movies, music or books lately? No? Then quit telling I'll grow out of gaming, it's irritating. And yes, this has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then. Emotion. Video games. It is this very much unpaid internet writer's opinion that video games are one of the most, if not the most, emotional media around. For very simple reasons too. Very simple and easy to understand reasons. Even for the common man. For one, the average movie will last you around ninety minutes. So you have ninety minutes to get through all your character development, get into the plot, and have it all resolved and neatly wrapped up. Even in movies with sequels, each movie generally has it's own self contained plot to get through. Whereas with video games you will spend upwards of ten hours with these characters, in RPGs it can get up to sixty hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you spend up to sixty hours with the same group of characters, you will form bonds with them. You have been through all these experiences, the loss, the victory, the tragedy, the happiness. You have experienced it all with them, all the while having fun. It is very easy to develop an emotional bond to the characters on the screen in front of you, to where you care about what they are doing and their well being. If not because you want to finish the game, but because you have grown attached to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially evident in a game like Heavy Rain. Be warned, there will be some spoilers here. This game will last somewhere in the range of ten hours, but in that ten hours you will experience the ups and downs of a murder case through the eyes of four different people, namely the latest possible victim's father. SPOILERS: Near the end of the game, after you've gone through all the trials the Origami Killer's last trial is to have Ethan drink a poison that will kill him and you have to make that decision. It is up to the player whether or not you drink this poison, but if you don't, you probably will not find his son, thus failing essentially. The game forces the player to make a choice between success and the death of this man whose life has been played out before you, or failure and seeing him live. (If you know what happens and comment, please use a spoiler tag or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A similar situation occurs in Metal Gear Solid 3 (SPOILERS), where you have been through this entire mission with Snake, you are at the end of this journey, seemingly successful. Then you are forced to kill his mentor, who has supposedly defected to Soviet Russia. Sure this could play out in a cut scene and just be done with it. The game decides instead that it will cut from the cut scene to game play and forces the player to pull the trigger. You are forced to pull the trigger on the closest thing Snake ever had to a mother figure, and it is an emotionally powerful scene. Then after that, you find out she had only defected because of her mission, she was doing it all for the good of the US. Also, that everyone betrays Snake. Everyone. Literally the whole world apparently. You just went through hell and back with him, he lost an eye, and it turns out everyone was out to stab him in the back. If that doesn't evoke some kind of emotional response from you after you've played that game, you must actually be a cadaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot more to this post. Honest, but I've lost a lot of steam in the process of writing it and sometimes this whole flow of thought writing doesn't work that well. Ah well, everything has it's own individual pitfalls. It seems coherent to me...so deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll leave you with a joke from 28 Days Later. A man walks into a bar with a giraffe. They get drunk. The giraffe falls over and the man goes to leave. The bar tender says, "Oi! You gonna leave that lyin' there?" The mans says "Lion? That's not a lion, it's a giraffe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-8963842384710449416?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8963842384710449416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=8963842384710449416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8963842384710449416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8963842384710449416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2010/04/emotion-is-me.html' title='An Emotion Is Me!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-6003705509268401306</id><published>2010-03-13T10:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:01:27.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Off My Lawn!</title><content type='html'>This post will actually have nothing to do with lawn care or lawns in any fashion. Too bad grass enthusiasts! This blog is not yours! Anyways, the title is just because that's a generic angry old man yellin' phrase that comes to my head. I needed one of those, because this post is about them damned kids and how they are ruining the world as we know it. And by the world as we know it, I mean video games. And by video games, I mean video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose Nintendo is the one to thank for this current trend toward these stupid motion controls. But their console could have fallen flat on it's face, failed miserable and nobody would have blinked an eye. Nerds like me would have laughed, at the fact that they got what they deserved for straying away from the people that made them who they are today in the first place, real gamers. People who actually, you know, play video games. There is nothing wrong with going after the common man, making simple games for kids. That however should not be the main focus of your console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ruining video games as we know it too. I'm sure you could find a billion other posts on this topic, but it's true. With the recent unveiling of Sony's Move, I have gotten sad and needed to write about this topic. The Movie is essentially the Wiimote and Nunchuk attachment. Not even essentially. It is. With the added bonus of a colored ping pong ball on top of the remote. This is all a very disturbing trend, I'm pretty sure the Sixaxis which came with the PS3 on day one was all because of the mind boggling success of the Wii. I hate the Sixaxis, anytime a game (like Marvel Ultimate Alliance) tried to cram it into a game, it got annoying and hardly worked. I'd tilt the controller and get no feedback and get my ass kicked by the boss. Lame shit, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who are the people we have to thank for this godawful trend? Family gamers, kids. Grand parents who don't know what's what. I guess this has been a trend for years. It's why awful movie game tie-ins happen, it's why challenging games as we know them have been disappearing. Demon's Souls was so very refreshing, because it provided a challenge. It makes you think and plan. Happy Feet the game, you hit the up button twice and you win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully developers, publishers and the makers of the consoles themselves won't fall into the black pit of making only crap ass, movie-tie ins, remakes and the rehasing of the same game from 1986, but in 3D! (I'm looking at you Mario), then we as a the video gaming crowd will be left to wallow in what could have been a great entertainment medium, but just become another toy for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully games like Demon's Souls, Heavy Rain and even the Gears of Wars, God of Wars and mature blockbuster games show this isn't happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wii's continued sales and the crap software people continue to buy says otherwise though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-6003705509268401306?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6003705509268401306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=6003705509268401306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/6003705509268401306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/6003705509268401306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-off-my-lawn.html' title='Get Off My Lawn!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-8923222621927886329</id><published>2010-03-11T01:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:56:14.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Feel Like a Winner.</title><content type='html'>So, that title implies this post will be quite the wanking of my ego, and it very well might be, but something very specific brought this on. Standing in the pre-order line for Final Fantasy XIII outside of Denton's Gamestop. Now, I say standing and not waiting, because I was in no way waiting in that line. I wasn't there to purchase the game in any fashion. I was there because a friend promised me a free meal if I went with him to keep him company. It ended up being Carl's Jr. Then standing in this line made me feel like a champ. The night was clearly win-win for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I approached the line, my stomach full of a grilled cheese double bacon burger thing. I'm not sure what the real name is, point is it was delicious and probably bad for me in every single way possible. I probably had the runs but forgot, but I digress. I was walking towards this line of BO and social faux pas (how do you pluralize that? Is it even possible?), medium doctor pepper in hand, feeling awesome about myself, having just consumed such a burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I began to observe the people around me, it was just like an ego boost on the move. I realized that while I may be an incredible nerd (as AIM just now yelled at me in the voice of one Maurice Moss 'Message for me!'), but I still find myself to be rather well adjusted socially. I may seem like a hermit from time to time, but that happens. As I gazed upon the group before me, I felt exponentially better about myself every few minutes as a new one showed up, or one stepped out of the shadows. Even in the shadows they aren't too hard to spot, having never actually seen the sun in real life. Only it's likeness (soon to look even better in DX11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this group of three ahead of me, two of which had disgusting long, greasy looking hair. One of these two was short, and gangly. The other tall and gangly. Neither of which ever having interacted with another human being who hadn't seen every single episode of Star Trek every more than likely and both of whom can probably point out every single problem with Star Wars ever (the original trilogy that is, we all know the prequel trilogy is flawed as hell). The third one was bald, which is lame shit too. It's like he noticed how lame his friends are, but took it way too far to the other end. He was sporting a pretty rad beard though, which was rad up until the point that he started to talk about it. You should never start talking about your beard with a random passerby, it negates any awesomeness and makes it more and more look like you're a hobo who just doesn't own a razor. Good job, bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take those three people and multiply it by about 30, then you have the general crowd I was dealing with, the non-lame ass person scattered about every once and awhile. Then there was the occasional whif of...something one might get up the nostrils that just somehow managed to offend every single sense even though it was just a smell. I can't even begin to explain how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I felt like a winner. While I might be an ultimo nerd, I still manage to take care of myself, and do have friends all of whom aren't ultimo nerds too. There isn't anything wrong about it, but when you start to neglect hygiene on a regular basis, or you do shower and whatnot, but your room is such a stinking mess, you can't wash the stink off, go ahead and count yourself on the losing side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was that. I feel like that was kind of a weak ending, so here are some other reasons I'm a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I recently turned 21.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I now finally own the whole Cage the Elephant album and can say with confidence it is in fact all good, and not just that one song. You know the one, that's in Borderlands and supposedly on the radio.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also own Battlefield Bad Company 2. It's on the Frostbite engine and that just makes me smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That last post was a joke that was making fun of the far right and some people apparently didn't catch that. This also somehow makes me a winner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bacon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I own and operate an internet radio station, The Futurebox Machine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not addicted to crack.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheeseburgers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm sure I'll update that list more pretty soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-8923222621927886329?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8923222621927886329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=8923222621927886329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8923222621927886329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8923222621927886329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-i-feel-like-winner.html' title='Why I Feel Like a Winner.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-1535707072913858073</id><published>2009-12-08T22:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:22:18.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Case Against Halloween</title><content type='html'>I constantly promise myself that I'll update this more often, but I just don't get around to it, or I write half of a post then decide I hate it and scrap it. It's not good. I'm back though and that is that, so yeah. I get to go back to threatening people to read my blog at knife-point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, where was I? Oh, right the case against Halloween. Well, aside from the obvious fact that it teaches children how to worship satan and that it's cool to dress up as something demonic, there are in fact other, even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more sinister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reasons to hate Halloween. Yes my friends, even more reasons than that one, and that one should be enough to make us want to lock our doors for forever. This is reason is one that should make us fear the God hating liberal even more than we already do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple fact is it is teaching our children not only about the dreaded and evil socialism, but it is teaching them to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love socialism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Let that sink in, then maybe go into shock for awhile. I'll say it again just in case you didn't catch it the first time, Halloween is teaching our God fearing children to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love socialism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of lesson is that for our kids? To teach them to not work for what they get?! I for one am outraged. They walk from house to house, banging on the doors asking for a free hand out. Sounds awfully familiar. Like someone named Josef Stalin to me. Do you want your child to be Josef Stalin? I think not, faithful reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as our children grow up, they begin to expect this Halloween all the time, if they get free candy on one day of the year, why not once a month? Why not once a week? Then why not everyday? We are raising a generation of socialism lovers who want to subsist on milk of the government teat! Also, Christmas should be about our Lord Savior Jesus Christ! What next?! Our children expect some fat man to come to our homes and hand them commercial happiness?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my dear dear friends is an outrage. We are being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tricked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by the liberals and gays to raise an entire generation of socialist loving girly boys who want to have the right to marry each other. I feel sick just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Also, back when I first started this post in October or early November, it was totally relevant. Just imagine you're reading it back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. It says this was posted in December. Not the case at all, it is clearly March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-1535707072913858073?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1535707072913858073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=1535707072913858073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/1535707072913858073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/1535707072913858073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2009/12/case-against-halloween.html' title='The Case Against Halloween'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-3620803767654470011</id><published>2009-10-21T12:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:11:07.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future Is...</title><content type='html'>...probably never going to arrive, at least not at this current pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well hello there, yes I'm back again. I'm sorry I keep taking these sabbaticals, but things come up. Like school, and work, and writer's block. I mostly haven't had topics. I've had a few vague ideas here and there I'd like to expand upon, but just haven't had the inspiration as of late. I did have the inspiration to write this so enjoy it...or there really are no consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, where was I? Oh, right, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the future&lt;/span&gt;. It sure is a fancy thing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the future&lt;/span&gt;. With it's promise of flying cars and pill based foods and pure enjoyment lifestyle. Who hasn't watched an episode of The Jetson's and thought about how awesome that would be? A robot maid, a dog who can talk or something, (I don't remember), and all kinds of fancy pants futuretechno junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is too bad we'll never get there. It seems like such a dandy place, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the future. &lt;/span&gt;With it's lifestyle of sloth and never having to do a thing for yourself again. Just what we are seeking. Too bad we are collectively too lazy and obsessed with our own enjoyment to get to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the future&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not bashing it, just saying that's the case. I'm no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really, I could probably be doing something a whole lot more productive than sitting here blogging, but this is fun for me. So I'm gonna do it. And I'm also going to force people to read it at gun point. It's what I do. It's what I'll continue to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society as a whole really does appear to be stagnating though, doesn't it? One could ask, 'But how much higher can we really go?' I don't know, but I'm sure we could figure it out. Sure, there are plenty of scientific breakthroughs  these days, but how many of them really impact everyday life? Nobody thinks long-term anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look at plastic surgery, such as breast implants. Sure there are those out there, that had breast cancer, but I'm going to go ahead and make the assumption that most boob jobs aren't done for that reason. Sure, they make your breasts bigger and whatnot now, but what about the longterm effects? They surely can't be good, but nobody stops to think about this, nobody cares. It's about the here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read a book, I believe it was titled, "Crunch Time: How Everyday Life is Killing the Future". It was a fantastic read and I would suggest if you get the urge, a book on such a subject, pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...there's an update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-3620803767654470011?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/3620803767654470011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=3620803767654470011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/3620803767654470011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/3620803767654470011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2009/10/future-is.html' title='The Future Is...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-899179468101394924</id><published>2009-08-28T00:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:42:31.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Videogame Websites: Performance Review</title><content type='html'>Gamespy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gamespy, you used to be my source for gaming news and reviews. The fall from grace has been quite sad actually. You're now like the once well respected friend who shows up to a party, dressed shabbily and already absolutely wasted. Nobody can understand you and everyone just wants to get away. Oh, for what exactly is wrong, one might just take a gander at the main page. With the little "news" bar which contains about...3% news and 98% stupid articles. Notice the math doesn't even work out. It's that bad. Now it's just all joke articles and opinions about this that and other. Honeslty, I don't care what an editor's Top Ten Atari 2600 games are. It doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joke articles aren't even that funny. Case in point the game design process or the fake CoD:MW2 special edition. Both of which got blank looks, then small shakes of the head from me before I navigated away from the page, lest someone think I was willingly there to be entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamespot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamespot, you honestly only have to check once a month. That's close to about how often it is updated with actual information. And with every gaming convention, the news bar should not be filled with stories from just that con. There are other things going on in the world of gaming, I assure you. I've found them. I'm not even getting paid to do this sort of work and I'm better at it. Hell, my blog updates more often that Gamespot. That's saying something considering I haven't updated since the end of the Stanley Cup Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go into the whole Kane and Lynch fiasco, but I shant. Since every gaming website partakes in those shenanigans of giving games reviews based on ad revenue. This is nothing new, and to those who were shocked by it I say this, "Really? Are you serious?" They probably are not serious. That being said, Gamespot is actually the most reliable of the three that are being discussed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also they own gamefaqs, and that place is pretty useful for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge conglomerate. They even own Gamespy. They also never learned the lesson of less is more. The main page is harder to navigate than...a city with really hard to navigate roads. We'll say it's like a peasant from medieval times trying to navigate modern day New York City. It just won't happen. Sure it's fantastic they do a lot more than games, but it gets tiresome trying to find something. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the damn page takes over an hour to fully load I'm pretty sure, don't quote me on that though, I've never waited for it to be fully loaded. It is absolutely covered with links, pictures and all manner of tomfoolery that make it look more like the aftermath of a clown car explosion and less like what might have once upon a time been a gaming website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and all those afformentioned links, over half of them refused to load most of the time. In fact I've never gotten a link from outside the side, linking directly to a review or some such, to work on the first try. That's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically it seems like as the popularity of gaming goes up, the quality of it's websites goes down. What the hell is with that? Thanks society for ruining things. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-899179468101394924?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/899179468101394924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=899179468101394924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/899179468101394924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/899179468101394924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2009/08/videogame-websites-performance-review.html' title='Videogame Websites: Performance Review'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-2269428215142031109</id><published>2009-06-13T01:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:45:27.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.nhl.tv/team/embed.jsp?hlg=20082009,3,417" width="480" frameborder="0" height="289"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words are necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-2269428215142031109?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2269428215142031109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=2269428215142031109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/2269428215142031109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/2269428215142031109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Yes...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-7540874593199192030</id><published>2009-06-09T15:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:25:29.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Begin to Comprehend...</title><content type='html'>How the hell do the Detroit Red Wings have the most incredible luck of any team ever? This is a team that I imagine in their off time runs around burning down orphanages, stealing candy from babies and like pushing little kids down. That's just for starters too, like a pre-doin' stuff for the day workout. The rest of the day consists of maiming the innocent and eating people's souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this team is only one win away from yet another Stanley Cup. How does this happen? The only explanation I can come up with is a team wide deal with the devil. Otherwise how would Chris "Where the hell is the puck" Osgood do so well magically come playoff time? He certainly has no clue as he is still looking for that first shot on goal of the playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavel Datsucks...well he still only has like four points. I guess his deal ran out. That doesn't stop every commentator from having a boner for him though. Every series will be his breakout series. And they repeatedly show the play where he flipped the puck over Annaheim's goal. Why? Why do they show that? It wasn't a good play at all. Any eight year old can flip the puck over the goal. But they don't. You know why? Because it's a terrible play that just leads to a turnover. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go through more players, but now I've gotten all worked up about the commentating. During the interview process for National NHL broadcasters, is one of the questions, "Do you have an irrational undying love for the Red Wings?" To which the correct response is, "Yes." It sure seems that way. I come away after five minutes of watching with a serious headache, reaching for the bottle of ibuprofen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the officiating, oh my God the officiating. There must be two NHL rule books in existence. The NHL Rule Book as it applies to 29 teams. Then the NHL Rule Guidelines as they apply to Detroit. No actual rules really apply to them, only if you really feel like you have to make the call. Either that or the NHL hires refs who don't actually know the rules. Players who aren't the goalie can't cover the puck in the crease, who knew? I mean, it only happened two games in a row and caused an uproar. No big deal though, NHL. Don't issue a statment on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should issue a statment on is rescinding Malkin's undeserved suspension. Yeah, he totally just instigated that fight, during a huge scrum. That doesn't happen every game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 6 tonight, you should probably go ahead and forget to tune in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, three days and already a new upate! Holy craps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-7540874593199192030?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/7540874593199192030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=7540874593199192030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/7540874593199192030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/7540874593199192030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-begin-to-comprehend.html' title='I Don&apos;t Begin to Comprehend...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-8973761394189789235</id><published>2009-06-06T23:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:34:06.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler Update!</title><content type='html'>Oh geeze...it's been awhile. Once again, it's no wonder people stop checking up on this. I seem to forget to update or some such. So, I still don't have much in the way of a topic, but I desperately do need to update, so it does not appear as if I've completely abandoned this place. Au contraire, mes amis. I check up on it every once in awhile, when I think I have an idea only to find it doesn't have a lot of substance or is just lamestown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. This has to do with this specific blog. Why the hell would someone think it's cool to come on here and post a comment anonymously, slamming me? What is to be accomplished there? I mean, if it's constructive or if you have a counterpoint, it's one thing, but to just straight up insult me is stupid. Then to not even have the courtesy to sign the comment or own up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I moderate comments here. Blogspot sends me an email letting me know that someone wishes to comment. So I get to preview all of them before they are actually published. Am I going to publish a comment that only amounts to an insult? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, please sign your comments in some way shape or form. That is at least readily recognizable to me. Not some vague reference to something that happened once, I'm sorry but I sometimes sleep and other events occur. I forget stuff. So far all the comments that are up, I've been able to recognize who it was, so good job on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take that back, with the exception of the person that called me 'Zombie boy.' Those comments still got published, because they were cool, but I have no idea who you are. So if you'd like to claim such comments, have fun. (Although you probably won't read this, so, eh. Whatever works).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously. You imediately have the ability to know who I am, and it's supremely frustrating when I can't figure out who is wanting to comment on a post of mine. Unless you are really someone I don't know. In that case, welcome to my blog! I have no idea how you found it or why you find it interesting since I'm not forcing you to read it at gun point! Enjoy your stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...this all leads to a bigger problem. The great fad of anonymous (mean) commenting on the internet. It happens all over the place. It also really needs to stop. People need to be given some kind of permanent name or tag online, so we can pick these bastards off or something. I try not to let such comments get to me, but it's really frustrating when it finally penetrates your own blog. I'm sure that'll lead to at least one or two attack comments happening at random, or from people I know trying to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER ALERT: You aren't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-8973761394189789235?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8973761394189789235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=8973761394189789235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8973761394189789235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8973761394189789235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2009/06/filler-update.html' title='Filler Update!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-4482929267482688647</id><published>2009-03-17T00:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:19:58.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FML: My Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So, I'm now going to write about my opinion on this new internet craze, and I'm going to assume you find them valid and possibly correct since you are reading my blog. Which is incredibly awesome and should be linked and/or shown to everyone you know. Friends, family, pets, random people on the street. Maybe go downtown in whatever city you live in and let a hobo read it on your computer if it's a laptop. They don't have the internet or a computer, and I'm sure they'll appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a simple diagram of how awesome my blog will be to hobos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog &gt; Food, booze and crack. Combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML is irritating. It isn't funny, or cute or enjoyable at all. There are reasons for all these, but don't we have friends for things like this? So we can share our problems with them? That site isn't even like a blog, where people can share thoughts, it's just a place where people can do one of two things. Either complain about about something or make something up in an effort to try and be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I can do that too. "Today, a bird crapped on my head, I got my leg cut off, then got herps from having sex with a girl I just met. FML." OMG LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. Either that or, I can try and get sympathy by elaborating on how none of those things were my fault at all. Lamestown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who can't help you figure out why you're a whore/manwhore and talk you through getting the herps and sypholis from having unprotected sex with three different guys in one night? Random internet people, that's who can't help you. You know who can? Your friends. Or probably if you're that deep, a psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand it was originally meant to be a site for funny little anecdotes. It isn't funny though, it's annoying and a plague upon society. Are we all that introverted and sad that we get our kicks from random person 1000 miles' away bad day or laugh at a weak attempt at humor when someone makes up a fake bad thing happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-4482929267482688647?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/4482929267482688647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=4482929267482688647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/4482929267482688647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/4482929267482688647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2009/03/fml-my-thoughts.html' title='FML: My Thoughts'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-6948968986443965459</id><published>2009-03-06T19:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:45:54.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking Problem</title><content type='html'>Woo, I'm three days short of going an entire two months without a real update. I won though. I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not the kind in Airplane. You fool. Although, if that's the first thing you thought about, immediately add twelve points to your overall score. You're moving up in life! I mean alcoholic drinks actually, and why people drink them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do understand people want to go to a party and have a good time, that's fine. Every once in awhile, on the weekends, not for me, but cool if you want to. Also, if you're feeling like crap about something, not the best thing to drown your sorrows in, but whatever floats your boat. The people who have a problem are the people who seem to drink every single day, and every time they go out. If they are not drinking, they seem to be uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are annoying and if you encounter them, you may find yourself reaching for the nearest blunt object so that you can beat the stupid out of your head as soon as possible. Or lower your intelligence level so it does not give you a headache to listen to these people ramble on and on about, "lyke OMG! last night was amazing, lololol." I need to take a shower now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people have no personality as far as I can tell. The only thing I can figure is they either see alcohol as a personality substitute or they are just that immature. Neither is better or worse than the other. But I have to say, listening to someone talk about they got drunk on a Wednesday night makes me confused and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking, "but Sam, they can live their lives how they want." Sure they can, it just does not annoy me any less and won't let me stop from ranting on the almighty internet. Where my opinions are both valid and somewhat anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Take that drunken idiots who won't ever read this! Take that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-6948968986443965459?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6948968986443965459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=6948968986443965459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/6948968986443965459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/6948968986443965459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2009/03/drinking-problem.html' title='Drinking Problem'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-2326384057066445367</id><published>2009-02-12T21:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:31:25.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr...yeah</title><content type='html'>Update on the way, I swear my 3/4's of a reader. I just need a damn topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-2326384057066445367?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2326384057066445367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=2326384057066445367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/2326384057066445367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/2326384057066445367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2009/02/errryeah.html' title='Errr...yeah'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-6712001167923456324</id><published>2009-01-22T14:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:54:16.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><content type='html'>It would be pretty awesome, if when commenting anonymously, you could put a dash, then maybe your name or something. I allow anonymous commenting so that people can comment without having an account, because then nobody would ever comment here. So yeah...that would be pretty great. Also have those TPS reports in by tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, is that so hard to do, really? I mean, I let everyone bask in my awesome glory everyday, the least you, the reader, can do is let me know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-6712001167923456324?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6712001167923456324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=6712001167923456324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/6712001167923456324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/6712001167923456324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-thought.html' title='Just A Thought'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-7175047261060099140</id><published>2009-01-09T11:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:46:03.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Draft</title><content type='html'>So when I woke up this morning, I decided to start the day with a large piece of chocolate cake with the NHL Network/ESPN to hopefully see sports that wasn't the 6-1 blowout in Detroit or the BCS game. Surprisingly, I avoided both. Anyways, on EPSN they were talking about who their top ten draft picks are for this next NFL draft. Everything seemed alright, but they left one player off. I was extremely surprised. They left off Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sure he went to a small school, a Christian University, but still. You should see the miracles this guy works on the field. It's pretty ridiculous. He makes passes no other quarterback would ever even consider. He didn't throw one interception all year. Also, in the rare times that he couldn't make a throw, he could escape the pressure and turn what seemed to be a sack into a gain of at least two or three yards, if not a first down. The guy is a miracle worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even heard of fans converting and rooting for him, even though they go to the opposing school. Simply because of how amazing he is and they absolutely adore him. On top of that, he is also a classy guy. He doesn't showboat after scoring a touchdown, he just thanks himself and goes about his day. You have to love that in a player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, alligations of him turning the opposing team's water into wine are complete nonsense. He would never do such a thing, even if he had the ability to. Geeze, lose with some class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope he can continue to be great in the NFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-7175047261060099140?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/7175047261060099140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=7175047261060099140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/7175047261060099140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/7175047261060099140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2009/01/draft.html' title='The Draft'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-697144831510737867</id><published>2008-11-24T16:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:53:08.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight is Awful 2.0</title><content type='html'>Seventy million dollars. That's a lot of money, eh? Something or someone that makes that kind of money, must be great. Common knowledge would say so. No, that is how much money the movie version of Twilight made over the weekend. That is pretty disgusting. That amount of money for something that terrible is blasphemous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that is disgusting, it leads to a bigger problem, people like terrible stuff. They can't help it, they just do. I don't understand it, and I'm not entirely sure I want to. Walking into your local Blockbuster will really drive this home. Out of two Blockbusters I visited they had two copies of EndWar for the PS3, and at only one of them they had at least five copies of a movie by the name of "Beer for My Horses," starring Toby Kieth all of which were rented out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there confused and scared for the future of humanity at it's lack of taste, people were watching "Beer for My Horses" and laughing. No...please stop. Please stop liking bad stuff. My quality of life would be so much better if in the back of my head I didn't know that people were enjoying terrible crap such as Beer for My Horses and Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...stick that in your pipe and smoke it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-697144831510737867?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/697144831510737867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=697144831510737867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/697144831510737867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/697144831510737867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-is-awful-20.html' title='Twilight is Awful 2.0'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-2988358452754702384</id><published>2008-11-05T14:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:02:05.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Election</title><content type='html'>I originally didn't plan on writing about the election at all. Plenty of other people were doing that anyways, and I figured it didn't need one more un-read blog to be talking about it. I attribute this post to facebook and the enormous headache it has given me over the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republicans are probably the most sore losers I've ever seen. You lost, get over it. I'm so sick of seeing "is praying for this nation" and talking about secession? Are you serious? For the whole praying thing, you act like a liberal can't be religious. They are all godless freaks! Blargh! Idiots...get off your damn high horse for one second and be logical you bigots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to be Catholic and lean more towards the liberal side of things, so basically you're saying because Obama got elected this nation is damned to hell? Did you stop to think for a second that just maybe God wanted Obama to get elected. Conservative doesn't equal religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all just goes in hand with my belief that people need to start picking their own beliefs instead of just voting based on party. Just because you are a christian, it doesn't automatically mean you should vote republican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would all you silly jerkoffs feel if I started running around screaming about how your protestant religions are wrong and you should immediately convert the Catholicism or be damned to hell? You would think I'd lost my mind and I was an intolerant dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, look in the mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-2988358452754702384?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2988358452754702384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=2988358452754702384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/2988358452754702384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/2988358452754702384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/11/election.html' title='The Election'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-2977016550358040470</id><published>2008-10-30T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:20:57.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Videogames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/technology/story/0,25642,24493980-5014239,00.html"&gt;http://www.news.com.au/technology/story/0,25642,24493980-5014239,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure before anything else I should link that article. Since it is pretty much the only reason I'm writing anything right now. Mr. Ben "Yahtzee" Crowshaw, an idle for nerds to follow, and a man who can talk about games as art and all that more eloquently than I could ever dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you who read this couldn't care less about videogames but you should at least skim that article. It brings up some good points. Yeah...posting that link here will get that article about as much exposure as tossing it into a gutter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-2977016550358040470?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/2977016550358040470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=2977016550358040470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/2977016550358040470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/2977016550358040470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Videogames'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-8472314873785308860</id><published>2008-10-25T23:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:00:54.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Crap: Episode 1</title><content type='html'>I don't rightly feel like typing up three or so complete paragraphs on a single subject, so this is going to be a random crap rundown. It's (not)  fun for the whole family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When did Marty Turco decide that he sucks? Was it in the offseason? This really needs to stop, the offense shouldn't have to score six or seven goals to win games on a constant basis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is wrong with people that walk to class? They can't walk in a straight line ever. It is nigh impossible to ride a bike to class simply because people decide they are all avoiding sniper fire so they are weaving everywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought about punching someone in the back of the head no less than 38 times in the last 3 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never thought a musical instrument could fill me with rage to the point of violence. It can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They sell Sour Patch Kids in giant 1.9 pound bags. That's awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dead Space is probably the scariest game ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On that note, video games are so much better at setting a frightening atmosphere than movies are. Horror movies can't even hold a candle to survival/horror games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking lobster is apparently "metal."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Placing a movie poster with a large zombie head that is staring at you at the end of your bed is not the best of ideas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Searching the words "Twilight awful" will bring up my blog as the first result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making a post comprised entirely of bullet points may seem like a good idea at the time, but in retrospect, it makes you look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-8472314873785308860?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8472314873785308860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=8472314873785308860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8472314873785308860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8472314873785308860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-crap-episode-1.html' title='Random Crap: Episode 1'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-7581599034855926311</id><published>2008-10-19T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:10:30.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Season!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's time for a sports centric post instead of a post about being about a sporting event and the people types at said event. The NHL regular season has started and been going on for the past week. If current trends continue, I will be slipping into a deep depression by mid-November. Is this the same Dallas Stars team that was picked by numerous people to win the Stanley Cup this year? It is? Just checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be one of the most abysmal starts I have ever seen. Lets run it down, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Columbus: 5-4 L(OT)&lt;br /&gt;Nashville: 3-1 L&lt;br /&gt;Nashville: 6-4 W&lt;br /&gt;St. Louis: 6-1 L&lt;br /&gt;Colorado: 5-4 L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stand at 1-3-1. Three points in five games. That is just fantastic. Oh I know it's the beginning of the season and there are bound to be bumps along the way. Then again, four of those games are against Central Division teams. The worst division (other than Detroit) in the entire NHL. The first game of the season against Columbus was pretty bad, we came out slow and Columbus jumped to a lead, but in the second the Dallas Stars from last year emerged and scored two goals in the second to take a lead. The third period...it seemed like we decided we wanted to sit on a one goal lead. Columbus was having none of that and they promptly scored three to take a 4-2 lead. Somehow in the last four minutes of the game we managed to score two then we ended up giving up one in the last 21 seconds of overtime to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say we just barely pulled a point out of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the only victory we have is thanks to an amazing performance by Mr. Fabian Brunnstrom. It was his first NHL game ever and he scored a hat trick. Without that, we lose that game. So it was incredibly lucky that we even got the only win we have. The three points we have this season are absolutely magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest problem with this team isn't the offense as you may be able to tell. It would be the goaltending. Marty Turco makes me want to punch a hole in the wall. 4.7 GAA with an .820 save percentage. So it isn't even like the team is hanging him out to dry. He just looks bad and really needs to pull his head out. If this keeps up, he needs to be benched for awhile so he can work whatever is wrong out. Don't let him work it out in the net so the offense will be forced to score upwards of five goals if we want to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also if this keeps up for another week or two, Tippett's time in Dallas is coming to a close. If he does get fired, they need to bring in a hardass coach that will pin the players ears to the wall and isn't afraid to call them out. Make them afraid to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Team, Our Time. Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-7581599034855926311?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/7581599034855926311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=7581599034855926311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/7581599034855926311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/7581599034855926311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/10/hockey-season.html' title='Hockey Season!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-1812306594774583083</id><published>2008-09-29T16:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:06:21.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Games and Little Kids</title><content type='html'>Well, it looks like we have a part deux to "Hockey Games and Socialites," which is quite depressing. There shouldn't have to be a part two. I go to hockey games for entertainment. Not to get the urge to burn the world down/pummel random people in the crowd. Sure sometimes I imagine myself wailing on Todd Bertuzzi or Shaun Avery, but that is normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, the other night at the Stars vs. Blues pre-season game, I had the urge to brutally murder a group of 8 year olds. Turns out both my friend and dad had the same idea. Which made me feel less like a serial killer (or at least I'm in a group of serial killers). These had to be the most obnoxious children I've ever dealt with in my entire life. I was pelted with I'm not even sure how much popcorn, my roommate kept getting jabbed in the back of head with a foam finger. The accompanying adult with these kids proceeded not to do a damn thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 4-5 minutes of the game were the absolute worst. Not only were they throwing popcorn all over the place but they were screaming random sports jargon, and some idiot kid kept screeching, in a voice I will hear in my nightmares, "OUT OF BALANCE! OUT OF BALANCE! OUT OF BALANCE!" He kept that up, for no joke, five minutes. I was about ready to punch a hole through my own head so I wouldn't have to hear it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are kids like this allowed to attend sporting events? Why are they even allowed in public? They should be kept in cages then studied and eventually made infertile so they can't pass on their genes. The human race just doesn't need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats sad is it looked like these kids had rich parents, which means they will end up at like Harvard or Yale or something stupid and eventually become a congressman or even worse President. I can imagine a press conference consisting entirely of "OUT OF BALANCE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its either that or United States will be a desolate wasteland where we have formed into tribes and scavenge for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the Stars won 4-3, and it means the regular season is that much closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-1812306594774583083?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/1812306594774583083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=1812306594774583083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/1812306594774583083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/1812306594774583083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/09/hockey-games-and-little-kids.html' title='Hockey Games and Little Kids'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-5620029526906826427</id><published>2008-09-24T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:21:26.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people should shut the hell up just a bit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gas'/><title type='text'>Waistbands?</title><content type='html'>America is a fat country and waistbands are getting bigger. Oh ho ho, that was an easy post. Yeah but not really, I was referring more to the whole elastic waistband thing...because people are fat! I'm on a roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so yeah...back on topic, elasticity. Today in econ we were talking about elasticity of demand and some other such nonsense that I actually understood. Normally I feel like some kind of idiot in that class, but moving on. Maybe I'm just slow to this realization, but I figure might as well say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do people whine about gas prices so much? Well I guess I do that too, my problem isn't so much the whining, as it is the fact that people seem to think these gas companies are in the wrong for charging so much. Why wouldn't they? They have no incentive at all to lower gas prices at this point because we are still willing to buy gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem here is that it would be nigh impossible to go cold turkey on gas, the layout of cities pretty much prevents this. People have to commute to work, which in this country generally means driving from a suburb to downtown. People aren't just going to start leaving at 5am to walk or ride a bike to work. As long as it is available, people will pay for gas to drive to their job, to make money so they can provide for their families and buy more gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, why would these companies lower gas prices? The incentive really isn't there. People act like they shouldn't be out to make a good profit. The entire purpose of getting of a job, or running a business is to make just as much money as possible. Do I run around declaring some guy is in the wrong because he makes more than he needs just to get by. No, but we seem to feel the need to damn these companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure this doesn't make them any less evil, as far as I can tell, the heads of Exxon wear top hats, light cigars with handfuls of one-hundred dollar bills and laugh evilly whilst saying "Gooooood, gooooood."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-5620029526906826427?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/5620029526906826427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=5620029526906826427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/5620029526906826427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/5620029526906826427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/09/waistbands.html' title='Waistbands?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-7769842406439270737</id><published>2008-09-14T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:30:40.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep...</title><content type='html'>Well its been quite awhile hasn't it? Over a month in fact. I know I shouldn't deprive the oh so many readers I have out there of my oh so amazing writing abilities and quick wit. (Note: My writing abilities are fairly sub par and my wit isn't all that quick). It just seemed cruel. So um yeah...I guess I should get writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be much easier if I had something to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, update is on the way sometime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-7769842406439270737?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/7769842406439270737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=7769842406439270737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/7769842406439270737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/7769842406439270737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/09/yep.html' title='Yep...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-8672335785456243968</id><published>2008-08-03T23:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:14:43.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviewers: A Review</title><content type='html'>Oh the critic, the reviewer, whatever you want to call them. They have the best job on the entire planet Earth. I cannot even fathom having a better job than getting to critique the work of someone else. I mean, I do that anyways but I don't get paid. These people get paid for their opinions. What the hell?! Why isn't anyone paying me for my all important opinion? Oh right, I'm not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the problem I have with all this, these people that are critics seem to be the people that couldn't make it in their chosen field. They wander aimlessly muttering bitterly about how they almost made it, then someone got the bright idea that they should talk shit about the people who did make it in said profession. They created a rating system of sorts and somehow an entire new profession was created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone listen to these people? "I heard such and such jackass gave this movie 0 stars." Who cares? How do you know his tastes line up with yours anyways? How is he able to make money off of movies when he isn't involved in any way shape or form in making them. All he does is complain about them because he wasn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically the reviewer is given a free item (be it a game, meal, or movie) and they judge it. Then get paid. They are given free things then paid way too much money for an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, this is a review...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewers: 0 out of 5 Stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-8672335785456243968?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8672335785456243968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=8672335785456243968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8672335785456243968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8672335785456243968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/08/reviewers-review.html' title='Reviewers: A Review'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-6732177878234382553</id><published>2008-07-20T14:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:58:13.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight: Awful?</title><content type='html'>What is with people's obsession with this series? I don't understand it. When did this goth kid nonsense become super popular? This is the kind of stuff those social reject kids write in their spare time in their pitch dark rooms as they type a blog about how much their life sucks and all the new cuts on their arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may be wondering "Well then why did you read them?" I didn't! Screw that! I don't do research before making up incredibly biased opinions. I just take what I've heard and read off the back of the book. I mean, how can one read such meaningless drivel, ever? One would have to be incredibly bored and/or stranded on an island with only copies of these awful books. Then again, I would think you might want to do something more useful with them like burn them for warmth and cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against this culture of vampire loving freaks (yes I do) but when did it become mainstream? I guess after Harry Potter, anyone who could write more than a few paragraphs and knew someone that worked for a publisher decided they could write a book. Somehow this particular idiot hit the jackpot. Some idiot read the book, then told their friend about who told their friend about it. You know what, I don't think anyone has read these books at all. They all just bought copies because its the cool thing right now. Jerks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-6732177878234382553?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6732177878234382553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=6732177878234382553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/6732177878234382553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/6732177878234382553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/07/twilight-awful.html' title='Twilight: Awful?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-3509799766772985750</id><published>2008-05-18T21:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:35:54.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DRM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spore'/><title type='text'>Security</title><content type='html'>So EA has decided to have DRM on both Spore and Mass Effect. I could care less about Mass Effect but I plan on purchasing Spore. And really, I could still care less. Oh no they want to verify it when I install the game?!?! Outrageous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people all over the internet just absolutely losing their shit over this. If you bought the game and have an internet connection (if you don't you probably really don't play PC games) this shouldn't be a problem. Just verify after install then go and play. Oh no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting angry about this is like saying you're mad a store beefs up security after people keep shop lifting it. For some reason since its the gaming industry and it affects gamers (the whiniest people ever) its the worst thing that has happened in the history of the earth. The Holocaust? Mere spilt milk in comparison. If this ruins the game for you, you obviously didn't care for it that much in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all of this I have really come to the conclusion that the people whining about this aren't the people that were going to buy Spore in the first place. Its the people that want to pirate it but still wanted to download content for it (oh yeah it verifies anytime you download content as well). Pony up the $50 and buy the game. Or hey wait a year and pay like $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is we should be angry at the people pirating the games for all this, not the companies for adding more security measures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-3509799766772985750?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/3509799766772985750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=3509799766772985750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/3509799766772985750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/3509799766772985750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/05/security.html' title='Security'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-8789467521801629659</id><published>2008-05-11T15:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:40:05.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck</title><content type='html'>Ok I retract all of that, not that anybody cares. I still hate Sean Avery and the fact that the Stars signed him. Jerks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-8789467521801629659?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8789467521801629659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=8789467521801629659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8789467521801629659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8789467521801629659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-luck.html' title='Good Luck'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-5009249156776249118</id><published>2008-05-02T10:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:08:06.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well then...</title><content type='html'>Well it has been about a month since my last post so I guess its time to update for the one total reader that I have. Its exam time now...oh boy. That time of year when you study and study and study then take the test and find out its over completely different material than the stuff that you spent three weeks meticulously going over. So I guess if this post is terrible (it probably will be) I can blame exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to rant about exams though. What I do want to talk about though is karma. It undoubtedly exists and it is one of the few things that actually makes me believe in a higher power. So many times you see some idiot (Shawn Avery for instance) being stupid and doing things that just make you think "Man what a jackass...someone needs to break his leg or something." Instead of someone having to be suspended to take Shawn Avery out, karma comes and gets him back for everyone and his spleen bursts or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats so beautiful. It is on the cusp of being poetic. It seems so often that for some reason or other, people do in fact get what they deserve, reap what they sow, whatever you want to say. Almost like there is some kind of justice in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure there are plenty of cases that refute this, but since they don't prove my point, I like any good writer, will just ignore them and pretend they don't exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-5009249156776249118?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/5009249156776249118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=5009249156776249118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/5009249156776249118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/5009249156776249118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-it-has-been-about-month-since-my.html' title='Well then...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-4414671980383594219</id><published>2008-04-04T23:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:39:24.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey games and...socialites?</title><content type='html'>So tonight I had the honor of seeing the Stars lose a horrendous game to the Phoenix Coyotes 4-2. The interesting part was that I sat in Section 117, on row F. Normally I'm in section 323 or some kind of nonsense. The point being that instead of the players appearing to be ants, I could see their freakin facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was fairly cool, I got a bunch of pictures from the warmups and a few from the game, but I didn't get on here to update to talk about that. I'm here updating to ask this: when the hell did it become the socialite thing to do to attend a hockey game? I was at the game, enjoying myself a bit at least, but there were these four girls sitting in front of me that annoyed the hell out of me with their mindless chatter. It was like a hockey game broke out in the middle of their conversation or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people like this get tickets and a bigger question is why? I didn't see them pay attention once, all they did was talk fairly loudly and look stupid with their orange skin. Another thing, why do girls think that looks good? I don't think there is a single guy that says, "Oh man that girl has a fake tan, I'm all over that!" No, wrong. Its gross and looks bad. You don't look like you are from California (who the hell wants to be from California anyways?), you just look like an idiot with a fake tan. Which I can then infer you probably have some kind of fake personality and a fake laugh. You aren't a real person and you have no soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot more things I wanted to say about this, but I'm fairly lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-4414671980383594219?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/4414671980383594219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=4414671980383594219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/4414671980383594219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/4414671980383594219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/04/hockey-games-andsocialites.html' title='Hockey games and...socialites?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-8281335718715270533</id><published>2008-03-30T01:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:32:41.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...crosswalks</title><content type='html'>I was on my back to Denton from Dallas tonight, after spending the day there, turning things in to be a lifeguard and earn some kind of money this summer, and just because it was me, some kind of event had to be ending right when I got back. So as people flooded out of the arena, they of course needed to cross the street to get to their cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This presented something of a problem to me as I had to in fact get down that very same street. Well as all know people enjoy traveling in packs. Very large packs at times. So I sat there for close to 3 minutes before the smallest opening appeared and I ran over about 5 people to get by. It was the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, there is a point while sitting there where you think to yourself, "You know, I am in a 2000lbs vehicle and they are only flesh and bone, I think I can win this battle..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man did invent the cross-walk to protect the pedestrian though, its a safe zone. Like "Hey I'm in this, you aren't supposed to run me over." That only goes so far, people need to respect the cars out of fear though. Those stripes of paint don't magically grant them invincibility. When you are inside there you can't just go "Hey man don't worry, I got this" and step in front of the car and watch it smash to little pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what everyone should take from this is that Newton invented physics so that right as he was about to plow some pedestrians over in his SUV, he didn't magically pass through them or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-8281335718715270533?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/8281335718715270533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=8281335718715270533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8281335718715270533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/8281335718715270533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/03/socrosswalks.html' title='So...crosswalks'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-6432598908952595676</id><published>2008-02-29T21:56:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:08:32.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I came to a realization</title><content type='html'>Gamers are some of the whiniest people ever. They whine and complain about anything and everything. Case in point, I recently heard about a new game Dice is putting out, Battlefield Heroes. It is in fact going to be free to play but there is some kind of catch, possible in game ads and micro-transactions. Of course this has garnered some kind of ire from the community. This is in spite of the fact that it has been confirmed that ads will only be on the login page and on community sites. And the micro-transactions will more than likely just deal with aesthetics. So this won't another War Rock where the people that decided they have expendable income get equipment above and beyond that available to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bugs me is how people are whining about ads in a game that is free. It is free and yet people are whining about what isn't even really inconveniencing them. I mean seriously, what is wrong with gamers? They act like they don't see ads anywhere else and nobody has to deal with advertisements but them. I don't know about you but when I drive around there are billboards, when I'm trying to watch a Stars game it constantly gets interrupted by a commercial break. I think gamers can deal with a few billboards placed throughout a city that will actually make the game more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, God forbid I have to see a billboard while I race around city streets or that I have to watch a coke ad while a game loads. None of that bothers me, but if they start actually interrupting the game for ads to tell me about what crappy frozen pizza tastes delivered, then I will be angry. I didn't pay $50 to be told "ITS NOT DELIVERY! ITS DJORNO!" (are those commercials even around anymore?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said, I am a gamer.&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-6432598908952595676?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6432598908952595676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=6432598908952595676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/6432598908952595676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/6432598908952595676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-came-to-realization.html' title='So I came to a realization'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6034576919377718439.post-6215224652544955563</id><published>2008-02-29T01:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:08:50.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First post, hooray!</title><content type='html'>Its 1am and I'm fairly lazy and have class at 9am. I s'pose I'll make an actual post tomorrow or sometime this weekend then we can really get things rolling. Or I'll never get back on here again, I guess we'll just have to wait and see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6034576919377718439-6215224652544955563?l=frostedbite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/feeds/6215224652544955563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6034576919377718439&amp;postID=6215224652544955563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/6215224652544955563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6034576919377718439/posts/default/6215224652544955563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostedbite.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-post-hooray.html' title='First post, hooray!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537719410567981753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OS5Os5lplYY/S5icL0JXGSI/AAAAAAAAABw/y2Xb-uEsmh8/S220/SN150910.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
