12-09-2007, 09:31 PM
This two-topic thread will save you a click or two and also save you "dual-dullery" in reaching the state of apathy and/or boredom. Thjis way you can breeze through both topics and summarily dismiss and henceforth ignore, all in one shot. It;s the holidays and I wanted to do at least one good deed.
1) Cops (Traffic cruisng cops) OBVIOUSLY have numbers to meet before the end of the year. So it;s early Sunday afternoon, not a fucking soul on the roads (relatively), I cruise down a side street that couldn't be more out of the way of the regular traffic flow. I trun down this barren residential strret, look up half-attentively, see the Stop sign. make a half-hearted "stop" (ie slow down tenough to make the car jerk just slightly to attempt to give the illusion of stopping), and keep moving not thinking twice about it.
Being the blind, dizzy fuck that I am, there sits unbeknownst to me a fat little grey-haired asswipe cop sitting in his cruiser RIGHT THERE parked on the fucking cross-street. Sirens blare, I pull right over. I stash my dope in crumpled up taco wrapper just incase those dozen or so jury duty summons that I've tossed have finally caught up with me when he runs my name in his little system thingie (no warrants yet...thank god), and I sit & wait for the typical & usual 20 fucking minutes for my grand prize: the $117 ticket for "running" a stop sign on what might have been the most desolate road in America at that particular time. MOTH-ER-FUC-KER. So there is one piece of shit cop that's another step closer to meeting his year-end quota, so he'll be free to fuck off for the the first 10-11 months of 2008 and then again set his little traps next year. That CUNT.
2) Commedore 64 - Coolest thing I ever owned when a kid. The article I linked brought on the nostalgia (I didn't read a fucking word...only care about ME and couldn't give a fuck about their bullshit...somebody might though). One game I loved was called Karataka (sp?). It was a kung fu game (durr) where your karate man basically walk to the right, bad guys come, you kick ass as need be, they get tougher as things go along until finally THE bad guy. Then you go get the princess and you win. This last issue was the issue that had me FUMING as I had beat the game at least 4-5 times after playing over and over and over...But I would "approach" the Princess and BOOM...Kicks me in the teeth and dead inbstantly, game over. MOTH-ER-FUC-KER.
The key was the following. There were two modes of "approaching" or moving in general: 1) The side-ways, side-step "kung fu creep-up on a muthafucka real slow" move. 2) The "do a goofy joystick twist and turn manuver to straighten karate man up and then make him run" move. You creep on the Princesss... she whoops your ass-cess. You need to run at the cunt and THEN you fall imnto her waiting arms and THEN the day is saved. Great game even though it made me crazy for a bit there.
1) Cops (Traffic cruisng cops) OBVIOUSLY have numbers to meet before the end of the year. So it;s early Sunday afternoon, not a fucking soul on the roads (relatively), I cruise down a side street that couldn't be more out of the way of the regular traffic flow. I trun down this barren residential strret, look up half-attentively, see the Stop sign. make a half-hearted "stop" (ie slow down tenough to make the car jerk just slightly to attempt to give the illusion of stopping), and keep moving not thinking twice about it.
Being the blind, dizzy fuck that I am, there sits unbeknownst to me a fat little grey-haired asswipe cop sitting in his cruiser RIGHT THERE parked on the fucking cross-street. Sirens blare, I pull right over. I stash my dope in crumpled up taco wrapper just incase those dozen or so jury duty summons that I've tossed have finally caught up with me when he runs my name in his little system thingie (no warrants yet...thank god), and I sit & wait for the typical & usual 20 fucking minutes for my grand prize: the $117 ticket for "running" a stop sign on what might have been the most desolate road in America at that particular time. MOTH-ER-FUC-KER. So there is one piece of shit cop that's another step closer to meeting his year-end quota, so he'll be free to fuck off for the the first 10-11 months of 2008 and then again set his little traps next year. That CUNT.
2) Commedore 64 - Coolest thing I ever owned when a kid. The article I linked brought on the nostalgia (I didn't read a fucking word...only care about ME and couldn't give a fuck about their bullshit...somebody might though). One game I loved was called Karataka (sp?). It was a kung fu game (durr) where your karate man basically walk to the right, bad guys come, you kick ass as need be, they get tougher as things go along until finally THE bad guy. Then you go get the princess and you win. This last issue was the issue that had me FUMING as I had beat the game at least 4-5 times after playing over and over and over...But I would "approach" the Princess and BOOM...Kicks me in the teeth and dead inbstantly, game over. MOTH-ER-FUC-KER.
The key was the following. There were two modes of "approaching" or moving in general: 1) The side-ways, side-step "kung fu creep-up on a muthafucka real slow" move. 2) The "do a goofy joystick twist and turn manuver to straighten karate man up and then make him run" move. You creep on the Princesss... she whoops your ass-cess. You need to run at the cunt and THEN you fall imnto her waiting arms and THEN the day is saved. Great game even though it made me crazy for a bit there.