It's Not Stalking

Two people in the past week have apologized for stalking me through my photos and this blog.

It's not stalking. The blog is available through my profile, the photos available through the blog. The links are there for all to see. You can search for me on Google. It's alright, I swear. You can read these and peruse the pictures. I want you to, really. Don't be ashamed. I do it for you.

I've Been Taught Well

So I've been playing this game, The Getaway. I know, I know, it's an older game. The sequel came out about a year ago, that's how old it is. But I just beat it.

Even though I got it last Christmas.

But I can explain. See, I got it for Christmas and I tried playing it. I'm so used to GTA that when I tried to play it with the whole 'realistic' physics thing to the cars I didn't get much enjoyment out of it. So I shelved it.

But I finally took it back out of the case and started playing it. I haven't played GTA in awhile so there was nothing to base this off of. And I'm glad. The game was wonderful. It's a game based in London with 40 sq. km. recreated of the downtown section. If I want a lovely jaunt through Hyde Park, I can do that. If I want to ride along the Thames, I can do that. Speeding across the Tower Bridge on my way to crash the gates at Buckingham? Probably possible. I don't know what Buckingham Palace looks like, but I think it's in London. I know the bridge is there, and that I was able to drive across.

And the game acted like a movie. There are some cut scenes where some of the characters are talking to each other and other things happen, then it throws it to me controlling a character who gets to walk into a Police Station and shoot at some cops. Some may be corrupt, others were just shooting at me cause I was holding a gun. Doesn't matter, I shot them all. And then there was another cut screen and some more of me playing a character.

Now the hardest part of the game was this: The driving. And not because the physics were terrible and made the car act like a brick. No, it's cause they drive on the wrong side of the road over there. I have always been taught to drive on the right side of the road, what's with this left handed driving stuff? It's ridiculous. I can't count how many times I was driving down the road with police chasing me in those toy cars and threw the e-brake on to spin around a blind corner...

only to find myself on the wrong side of the road and ram head on into a big red bus. Crazy. And no matter how much I played I still could not get over thinking to stay on the right hand side of the road around corners. It was maddening. Especially when I was chasing an ambulance and it was getting away. Then I'd hit the bus, the car would catch on fire and I would have to get out, find another car (which would take too long) and the time would run out.

So then I'd do it all again. And I still wouldn't remember.

But, the game is beat. I don't have to worry about it anymore, the game has very little re-playability. Unless I'm going to London, I don't think I'll be picking this game up.

However, I'm getting the sequel to the game this Christmas (I think). So I'll be back in London, driving on the wrong side of the road.

I Just Don't Do That

No matter how much I want to tell myself I could, if I wanted to, I can't. And everything points to me never being able to.

I had off today because of the storm, which I didn't mind. I miss a days pay but I was able to sleep in a bit. So instead of going to work I ran some errands. I had been planning on going to work and then stopping by the mall and dropping off a toy for WPOC's one new toy campaign. And yet, even without work and heading into Westminster, I still was debating to actually go over there and drop off a toy. Well, on the way there they did an 'on-location' spot with the guy that was there. And with that I decided to stop by Target and buy a toy. I was already going to be there, so why not, right?

So I bought a toy that I would have loved to play with and headed over to the mall. They said they would be at the center court, apparently their 'center court' is different than mine. Had they said 'near Santa' then I would have immediately known. But instead I walked the mall looking for them. I found them, interestingly enough, in the center court. Eh, so I hadn't been in the mall in awhile.

But I walked up and some guy came towards me, took the present and thanked me. He shook my hand, introduced himself as Aaron Raycoff (not sure of the spelling, only spelling it phonetically) and asked me my name. He then offered an array of goodies at the table next to him for my pleasure. I took a bumper sticker (not sure where I'm gonna put it) and a package of Berger Cookies. Myles has had them at school and swears they are the best cookies ever. I now have a chance to sample them, but not yet. But then Mr. Raycoff pointed to a girl about my age sitting behind the table and said she was looking for a boy.

Laughing on our parts, a nervous laughter on her part. They joked with her a bit, said a few things, at which point I reached out my hand and said 'Hi, I'm Brian, and you are?" After a few minutes of conversation I told her I had to leave as a driveway was calling my name and it gets mad when left alone. I did, however, leave her my number and told her to call me. I don't know what they said when I left, I just left. Seemed the right thing to do at the time.

And that's why I wish I would have done that. Instead I laughed, got nervous and told them all to take care. I couldn't get away from there quick enough. Aaron was talking about how she was blushing, I knew I was. This was an oppurtunity that doesn't happen very often, if just to see if I had turned the corner. Nope, I backed away scared and took off. And that is how I've been my entire life. It's amazing I've ever had a girlfriend.

I just don't do that. It's not me, I don't know what it is. It's just not me.

Well Isn't that Quite Weird?

So I thought the spell checker for Blogger was broken, and therefore I did not use it. That's probably apparent throughout my posts. But I did try it again today, and guess what, it does work. It just wouldn't show because it was a pop up and was being blocked by Mozilla. So, I turned the pop-up blocker off and I checked a post.

Apparently the spell checker does not know what the word 'Blog' means. Anyone else find that a little weird? Also, it thinks 'Blogger' is a misspelled word. Quite weird.

Personal Censorship

I don't know why I started this, nor does it matter. I only wonder why I told people and advertised about it. I guess I wanted readership and to know that some people somewhere were paying attention to it.

And yet there are times that I wish this was anonymous. That no one knew this was my blog and that I was typing these stories. For if I could be anonymous I could type without abandon. I could type what I wanted and not worry about the consequences. I could say things I wanted, I could say things about other people without any repercussions. If someone ruined my day, if only for an hour, I could say whatever I wanted, I could lay into them as hard as the keyboard would allow me without fear of them finding out that I wrote it. It would allow me to get things off my chest without actually having to say it to them. For I feel much better whenever I vent, even if the person I am venting about has no idea I am mad at them. And usually it works. Claire has heard a few of my rants and vents, and that I appreciate her being there. However, I can't do that now. I can't just walk down the hall or across campus anymore and vent my little heart out with all the arm and hand motions that accompany it. I can't do it, it's not practical. I don't have anyone to vent to, I have only this. And yet I can't say it here. With Claire I could say whatever I want without fear for I knew it would never leave her ears. And yet this, with my name attached, means I can't say what I really want to make everything all better because then everyone that reads this would know, including the person (or persons) I especially do not want to know. And that would be the reason behind me hiding all the original Operation Intrigued posts. The person those posts were about could, and probably would have, read them had I kept them up. And I did not want that, it would have been a little embarresing. So into hiding they went, never to be seen again. And now, insead of writing and hiding it, I never write it. The words never see the light of day.

And that is the dilemma. How am I to say what I want to say if I can't say it?

Making it More Obvious

So I was offered to meet Holly and Dad for dinner tonight at a restaraunt. I did not decline as my choices were that or finding something to eat here. I did not like my choices. So I went. And apparently I'm on a health kick right now because I turned to the Healthy Eating section of the menu.

I, however, did not order anything from that menu. And I'll tell you why. I was put off that I had to say "I would like the Eat Healthy (Trademark) Such and Such." Why would I want to say that and make it aware for everyone out there that I am, in fact, eating healthy? Wouldn't it be nice for me to say I want to eat something that sounds normal? Is that too much to ask? They name it that way because the "Eat Healthy" option is a variation of a normal menu item, they are just too lazy to find another name for it that would make it a unique menu option. Instead they tack a trademarked name onto it and let it be. And that's just lazy.

So instead of ordering a healthy alternative I just ordered some plain and simple (and probably pretty bad for me) food item from the normal menu.

But it was much better than anything I would have come up with in the house.

To Celebrate Rocky VIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Just a funny video.

And does the drink really mean that much to the man?

Please, A Spoon Will Do

I just spent the weekend in the house, alone, and utterly bored and a little depressed. But now that I have my car back half fixed I can finally leave the house on my own accord and went to the store to get food. Apparently dad and Holly leaving all weekend into today was not enough. Right now they are at a Lawyer dinner and I am here with no food. One cannot live on different variations of eggs and bacon for three days. It's not right.

So I went and got some food. I was hungry, it was the thing to do. And I went to a Made-to-Order place. Somewhat like Sheetz but less classy. I ordered a hot sub and some chili. I got some chocolate and a bag of chips and a drink. I paid and went to pick up the food. It wasn't ready yet. That is a good sign, it means they are making it. So I waited. And when he came over and gave me the order he placed a fork in the bag.

Excuse me?

A fork? For what? The chili? That doesn't make any sense. Chili is a soup. There are chunks in the soup, but it's still a soup. What good does a fork do with a runny substance? It does nothing good. And that is what I found out when I tried to eat it.

Now don't get me wrong, I appreciate the generosity. I got some napkins and a utensil. Except it was the wrong one. But I managed. I ate as much as I could with the fork and just drank the remaining bit when I was done. But that's not the proper way to eat soup. You eat soups with spoons. Hence the reason for the soup spoon. There's a salad fork and a soup spoon, not the other way around.

And yes, I could have gone upstairs and gotten a spoon, but that would have then been something I needed to take back upstairs. And besides, that's not the point. The point is I went to a store, I paid for food and I got something that I did not want. It would have been better if he gave me nothing. I was not expecting a utensil. And it seemed like he was being nice and generous. But now I'm dumbfounded, like I can't believe that actually happened. So now everytime I walk into that store I'm gonna see that one guy and I'm gonna think he's an idiot. A fork with soup, seriously.

Am I Just As Bad?

Hmm, so far I have not gotten anymore emails from people in Arizona looking for a roommate at the moment. Which is good because I'm not looking to move right now. But I am getting automatic emails from the website letting me know about potential roommates and their profiles that are either new or updated. And, instead of just deleting them because I am not looking for a place in Arizona, I read them and actually visit their profiles to see what kind of information they have stored in regards to the room they are looking to rent out and perhaps information about they themselves.

Does that make me as bad as those that sent me emails looking for roommates even if I am not contacting them?

I See You...

Take a look to the right of the browser window. Right now there should be some pictures. Below that some archives and a blogger button. Those have always been there. But now there is something to the bottom of the sidebar. The 'GeoVisitor' button is new, and it has possibilities. Click that button and a page opens with a map....

Just click it. You can figure out the rest.