The Mack Bible

Back to your regular programming.

So I watched Hard Boiled for the first time this weekend (it was included with Stranglehold on PS3, which I'd been waiting forever for) and found it to be fairly decent. I mean, the action was amazing, but the subtitles were horrible (don't even get me started on the dubbing), so the story was kind of hard to follow in the beginning. I think that might've ruined it for me a tad, but oh how that John Woo can make a gunfight hells on interesting. Watching two guys with pistols fighting between an observation window, escaping fire and whatnot is so damn good. If you can check it out, I'd do it.

Other than that, I've been finding a difficult time in my life to revolve around my Treo 700p. For some damn reason, it doesn't recognize my computer (and my compy doesn't recognize it). It's a pain because I'd like to at least be able to load shit onto its SD card without having to take it out and put it into my digicam first (I'm not buying a card reader).

Seriously, this is what a skateboarding game needs to be. No silly stories, just sound, fundamental skating. The physics are amazing and the animations are smooth as shit. It's like the first time I played the original Tony Hawk and would dissect every environment, tricking off of every little obstacle. In skate. though, you get a whole world of differing locales and ... well, it's just an amazing game.

I'd talk about it more, but I want to get back to it.

Oh, and it's good to be back. :)

Seriously, I need to go to bed, but the thought of leaving this here journal lacking in juicy sustenance is too much. Here's the life rundown:

Pretty fucking mad at my folks, lately. The plan was, since moving back up north from FL, that I would save my money and be able to buy a house at the end of the summer. Well, a PS3 and 360 Elite later, not to mention the countless game purchases and upcoming computer purchase, I'm still on-track to be able to facilitate that. So, what do my folks do? They decide they want to sell their house and move somewhere else. Awesome, thanks for considering my feelings.

First people that saw our house wanted it and I just got back from checking out our new house. It's on some busy-ass road that runs through all of York proper (our house is situated on the outskirts, where it first starts getting rural), crammed up against 4 other houses (yet surrounded by farms, go figure) and old as hell. This, of course, goes against the entire reasoning package my pops laid on me (we want space, our current house is too old, we want somewhere to spend our last days blah-di-fucking-blah) when first telling me about it. They also expect me to move in with them for quite some time and help them fix up the house. Needless to say, I'm not really talking to them right now.

And settlement is on August 31st. Also, they didn't give two thoughts about that date (it's a weekday) or my job (what kind of internet is even offered out there?!), or my life, really. I mean, I do a lot of shit for my parents, really I do, and I might just be the only child of theirs that gives back to them, and enjoys it, more than taking, but this is a kind of blatant disregard for my feelings or my goals in life. Come on, I want to buy a house and start my adult life already.

I'm not trying to be an asshole, really. My parents' happiness has always come first in my life, which is why I've moved home so many times, but they fail to see the most important thing about this whole debacle: money. My dad can never work again. Never. His back is so bad, he can't get out of his chair sometimes. My mom has a job as an insurance underwriter for a limosine company, but even she can't make enough, without my monthly contributions, to take on mortgage payments on a house valued twice as much as the one I'm currently tapping at this keyboard in (the mortgage here was paid off when the FL house was sold). Yet, my dad walked me through this new house and talked about all of the home remodeling he'll be doing (joining two rooms, knocking down this wall, adding a shower into the bathroom downstairs, etc.), without so much as batting an eyelash. I mean, are they getting senile? Do I have to worry about their mental health?

I dunno. I'm just so angry and I have nowhere to direct it.

... and I'm sorry. Can you ever forgive me, baby?

I went and saw Shane Victorino recently. He signed a mini-helmet for me. Looks dope, so check it out:

I was thinking of maybe Vlogging (or, video blogging for the uninformed) here once a week (to supplement the already crazy amount of content I put here). Content would include adventures in the Halo 3 beta, Gears of War antics and looks at my house and surroundings. I was even thinking of doing a landspotting bit where I drove about town and showed off a landmark. Oh! I could take video of myself at a Phillies game!

Thoughts?

Seriously, thanks for telling everyone the beta would be out today. I love taking the day off work so I can sit around and stare at the Crackdown title screen for 6 hours without so much as an update from you guys on when the beta will go live.

You guys fucking rule.