Zoon.
So it’s like this: I really like the Zune. Dro doesn’t, but he’s become one of those Mac fanboy clones that hates everything that Apple doesn’t do and can’t come to grips with the fact that Microsoft actually topped the iPod in features and usability. So his opinion doesn’t really count for jack anymore in this department.
I dig the big screen, I dig the interface, I REALLY dig the features (FM tuner for NPR, wireless sync, etc). I don’t like the PC software so much. The fancy little touchpad thing the newer Zunes have is very nice to use, but the fact of the matter is some kid in my area is selling his old 30gb for $100 (new 4gb Zunes are $150). I am having a difficult time resisting such a deal. It’s a brown one, the model that got all kinds of crap from people because it’s brown. Well, guess what, internet? I like the brown one. I think it looks fine. I might even think it looks kind of good. Frak off (oh god, I’m adopting Battlestar Galactica lingo and I’ve only watched one season). Read more
Anteaturday?
I know; classy, amirite? Anteaters Wearing Sweaters has made me temporarily obsessed with the funny-lookin’ creatures. I’m sure it’ll pass in a week. Much to talk/write about. Read more
The Week In Summary
I am very good at avoiding finals. VERY good. This weekend, I have a lot of reading and typing to do, and on Monday I have four quiz/test-ish things to take. Three of them are late, yes.
I’ve also got the end of Battlestar Galactica season 1 to watch. I’m also very good at watching Battlestar Galactica. You might be jealous if you saw it.
Hopefully, somewhere inbetween the one awesome task and the one lame-ass task, I will sneak in some writing. I couldn’t bring myself to do any this week, partially out of guilt since I wasn’t getting any assignments done (not doing homework leads to me not doing ANYTHING out of guilt- it’s weird and I need to get over it; I could be on season 2 of Galactica by now), and partially because I wasn’t sure how to start the next section. But I’ve done much thinking about it this week, so I think I’ll be able to pound out a couple thousand words over the next few days.
Also, I’m currently broke so it’s not like there’s anything else for me to do.
I Am So Into Battlestar Galactica
My “Freaking Nerd” level just went up about a zillion points. I’m only three episodes into the first season, but I’m already sold (actually, I was sold on it about a year ago but I’ve been avoiding it, just like I avoided Stargate SG-1 and Heroes). I really enjoy the main premise of the show, an almost-decommissioned ancient battleship suddenly having to protect/escort a convoy of humans fleeing from robot oppression, and constantly being chased. It kind of reminds me of Homeworld, which is to this date one of my favoritest games of all time.
<-- Homeworld, if you are not aware, is totally rad. Imagine Warcraft, but with full-3D tactical maneuvering and frigates instead of orcs. Cool, right? Now imagine it’s actually 100x cooler than that sounds. Now you have an idea of how kickass Homeworld is. The game uses classical music to set the mood, which tends to make large confrontations even more intense. While the story isn’t anything special, it does throw occasional memorable curveballs; I think my favorite section is getting trapped in a resource-rich nebula by a cult-ish collection of ships insisting that you must be destroyed for desecrating holy ground. You decide to book it, but they block your ability to warp out and send an insane amount of tiny fighters at you, roughly 10 times more than you have at that point, and your best hope is to withstand the assault and destroy the ship disabling the warp drive so you can get the hell out of the nebula. When you finally accomplish this, you warp out, only to find that you’ve been pulled out of warp before exiting the nebula by three more of these ships, which naturally also means three times the number of fighters, offset by errie, soothing string arrangements. To quote Teen Girl Squad, it’s soooo good.
Anyway, with a good fifty episodes of Battlestar Galactica to watch and assurances that it just keeps getting better and better, I think I’m in for a pretty nerdy summer.
Also, as a side note: You may recall my review of The Arctic Monkeys’ album Favourite Worst Nightmare last November, where I gave it an enthusiastic “Meh.” Recently, it has been at the top of my listening list and I’m loving almost every track. I went back to read the review I wrote, and now all I can say is I didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about. The album is fantastic, as good as Whatever I Say… and in some respects better. It’s infected my brain and it even makes me want to start learning the guitar again, especially now that I’m Guitar Hero-less. It would also serve as a decent attempt to counter the copious amounts of geek that I will be injecting into my brainpan-humidor.
I’m a freaking writer. I write things.
First of all, I finally have my laptop back. Did I discuss this with you yet? My laptop was broken. It was pretty weak, and I was stuck with no real entertainment in the evenings or weekends. No way to listen to my 10gigs of music (I know, it’s pathetic compared to most people’s collections, but it still takes me an hour to decide what I want to listen to so I think I’m pretty set), no way to mess around with images, and no way to write in a manner that wouldn’t require me to do my most-hated thing in all of writing, which is writing it again. I’ve celebrated the return of my laptop in many ways.
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