Hello my beautiful plants.
You ever stop and think about why certain things are disheartening? No? Maybe it’s just me, but whilst there are many things that enrage me (often justly so!) there’s… not really much that makes me sad. There are several things though of course, and the primary one that I can think of is-I’ll let you in a bonus merit secret-this:
Not this specific building of course, but that picture is a great example. I don’t know why, but these tower blocks that you’ll find all throughout greater London are just so… depressing, to me. I see far more of them than I would prefer, thanks to my job.
Is it the actual architecture? Or is it what they represent? I don’t know. I don’t really care either, although I’m sure some psychiatrist type person could find a reason to explain my dislike. I’ve never lived in one, although I do have an elderly relative who does, who I used to visit. Odd that, this same relative used to have dogs, one of which is probably one of the reasons I dislike dogs so much. This all sounds rather glum, doesn’t it? It’s not like I was forced to stay in some shit-hole apartment against my will or anything. It was just going to see a relative who happened to have a fuko of a dog that barked at me constantly, and being the poor young planto~kun that I was, I took my own advice and unleashed my anger, my hatred! etc
Yeah, never been big on dogs, but big dogs are fine with me. (…Neat) It’s generally the smaller dogs that I dislike, gee, I dunno why, possibly because larger dogs are kind of… noble looking, like wolves or some shit, I dunno. Smaller dogs are just loud overgrown rats and serve as much purpose. Not fond of loud things, either, plants need a sunny and preferably relatively quiet area to prosper in. That’s why I like cats, they are quiet and just altogether more dignified than dogs.
What about that title eh? No real purpose or reason behind it. It has been snowing a lot these past few days (nonstop in fact) and yeah, I have to admit I like it. With seemingly the whole world turned white, everything looks a lot cleaner. Heck, maybe I’m prematurely getting old, but I think falling snow is an interesting and beautiful thing to watch. I suppose when you get down to it, snow’s just frozen water and all that, but it’s nice sometimes to retain the more magical elements we had as ignorant children.
‘T is odd, whilst I don’t think of myself as a complicated or in-depth person, naturally there is a lot of me. I don’t mean physically and I can’t really explain just exactly what I mean, but it’s something that I think about from time to time, and have done for as long as I can remember. I am me, you are you. There’s so many people in the world, and they are all experiencing things as I do, seemingly. When I try to think about that, it’s actually quite overwhelming because, perhaps subconsciously, most of the time I just think of other people as something akin to NPCs. They exist to serve a purpose in relation to me, and any function not related to me is of no consequence, if it exists at all. Is that strange? Maybe, but if I am (as I believe myself to be) a fairly average human, than it’s not so uncommon. As such I don’t think it’s actually possible to truly understand another person, when there’s just so much to understand. The reason I bring this up is because I talk to a lot of people, lately even more so. I want to know, if there is an answer I can understand, why I find so many of these people… boring. What is it that makes me decide if a person is boring or not, and why do I come to this conclusion so fast? Why do some (not many) people find me so interesting that they feel the need to pester me constantly about irrelevant things? Why? Hell, it feels like I spend most of my waking existence asking questions. Maybe that’s the genius of Humanity, we ask ourselves why can’t I fly? and then how can I fly?
It’s unlikely that we’ll ever get answers to these questions. After all, I am far from the first person to ask them, so why should I be any different as to deserve an answer? Oh, I don’t lose sleep pondering the meaning of life or anything profound like that, but it doesn’t stop me being curious. To me, humans are individually boring, but collectively fascinating. With the exception of several people, obviously. I wonder, if I could meet all the billions of people in the world and spend time talking to them, theoretically, when I was finished, what percentage of them would I have found interesting? Maybe a good number, maybe not. Perhaps the reason I find so many people dull is that they insist on telling me their life stories, when said stories are entirely routine and predictable. What fun is a story when you already know the end? Is it the journey that matters? Maybe, but when you’ve already seen that journey countless times before, the appeal lessens.
Incidentally;
- <Bethesda>[18/11/10] Wanted to update everyone on the status of the game updates/patches. We’re working on the final touches for PC, 360, and PS3.
- <Bethesda> [29/11/10] We’re working on finalizing the update and getting it to you guys.
- “Final“
Pretty hilarious how they could even ship a game with that many bugs in. I foolishly thought that it wouldn’t be like Fallout 3. (Probably Oblivion too, but I didn’t buy that until like 4 years after it released, so thankfully by that point most of the problems had been fixed.)
New Vegas has been out for over a month and is still unplayable thanks to game breaking (not to mention save deleting) bugs. From what I have been able to see however, it is miles better than Fallout 3. Don’t expect me to give a good review score though. There could be a game with such mind-blowing story/graphics/gameplay that they literally make you evolve into god, but if you can’t ACTUALLY PLAY THE GAME BECAUSE OF 10,000 BUGS… it still gets a rubbish score. Deal.
