Rantcasting

Now, I don’t want to get off on a rant here, but….

I’ve been rather curmudgeonly all week (or two), and very ranty as a result. There are numerous reasons for this, none of which are interesting. However, the rant queue was piling up with topics and I was too tired to tackle them so I’m just going to purge the whole list. You can make your own rants on the following subjects:

  1. UBI Soft’s increasingly annoying marketing and branding, and how the Sam Fisher Blog (guh) fits in alongside the “fragdolls” and the “And 1” licensed basketball game and the next PoP sequel.
  2. The May 1st Reboot and the bitter taste that the 2001 event still leaves in my mouth and the still existant hostilities toward the event by those present for that debacle.
  3. God of War and its content and designer and what it means in the grander scheme of things, but this rant is tired already and I want to avoid it. *cough*
  4. Jeff Weise and the extremely predictable finger pointing at video games, even though there’s been no evidence of him actually playing any games. Nevermind the fact that he was a teased kid with an interest in Hitler and Nazism with a mother in a coma in a hospital and a father that committed suicide.
  5. other stupid things

Instead, since it’s the long weekend and I’m going to chill, do nothing and play with my new toy. One thing that annoys me about the new toy is that, for all the stupid bundled crap that Sony included, one thing that they neglected to toss in was a freaking cheapie USB cable. And since all the USB Cable stores in the USB Cable district are closed for the holiday, I can’t try any of the video, photo, and music features of the PSP. Damn. Wipeout Pure it is then!

Hmmm, I just noticed that my side-bar isn’t updating with my latest del.icio.us links anymore. If you’re subscribed to that then you haven’t missed anything, so I highly recommend that you subscribe to it. Yes. Edit: seems fixed.

I also highly recommend checking out Venetian Snares’ Rossz Csillag Allat Született. It seems well received and it is much more accessible than his recent Winnipeg Is A Frozen Shithole release. Though, really, I only mention that album because the man’s hatred for Winnipeg is quite amusing. I lived in Winnipeg for less than half a year so I can’t quite compare experiences, but I do think that tracks with titles as Winnipeg is a Dogshit Dildo, Die Winnipeg Die Die Die Fuckers Die and Winnie the Dog Pooh tell me all I need to know about this man’s appreciation for the winter wonderland of Winnipeg.

But do listen to Rossz Csillag Allat Született if you can, it’s outstanding.

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