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Where The Time Has Gone. |
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September 13, 2007 |
Man
alive...It's almost the end of the year. As my
previous post suggested, I had a huge wave of busy hit me, and it hasn't let
up yet. This is typically the time of year when my employer undertakes a
slew of new projects, and this year is no different from year's past. On
top of that, I've stuck to continuing my education and started up my second
semester of learnification. There'll be more on that below. Oh, what
stories I have to share with you.
Hey! Guess what is out?
Tiger Woods 08,
bitches! I've only been able to squeeze in about five hours of play, and I
like it better than in previous iterations for the most part. The graphics
are super clean in HD, the sound and music have been mellowed a bit, and the
controls are much much tighter, requiring you to really play solid.
The thing I hate about it? The God damned AI.
They might as well call it the "I'll Do Just What You Do AI". I can't tell
you how much I hate the AI. If I hit an awful shot that lands in the rough
after a wicked slice, the computer manages to land in a nearby rough patch or
bunker. Conversely, if I hit some awesome 290 yard drive straight down the
fairway, the AI will hit a 295 yard drive just ahead of me. It's total
bullshit. If you suck, it sucks. If you play well, it'll play one
bit better than you.
There is such a lack of the AI's consistancy to the
point that you just end up yelling at the TV and cursing its cheating ways so
that your wife comes in from the other room and tells you to turn the game off
for a little while if it's so bad, but then you say the game is great because it
really is a fun game just that it's a cocksucking cheater, and then she says
well maybe you just need to take a break and play a different game, but you
don't want to play a different game because you got Two Worlds and it sucks
worse, so then you just go into the driving range and smack off a bunch of shots
and say "Oh, yeah, I can hit the shit straight now, you fucker!" and
your wife just shakes her head at you. Or is that just me?
As I mentioned above, I've started my second semester
of my first year of my return to college after having dropped out some thirteen
years ago. That kinda firmly puts me in that "old guy" role with other
students. Honestly, I'm more close in age now to my instructors than I am
my classmates. It's both a good and a bad thing. Good, because it
gives me a much larger perspective on life, school, and career fundamentals that
a lot of the younger students don't yet have. Bad, because I'm often
referred to as "the older guy with the tattoos".
However, those of you that claim that our children are
our future? Oh what woe I have for you. Once I get some time, these
will no doubt be the filler for comic materials in the future, but for the time
being, let me regale you with Stories From School:
I'm taking Biology 101 to satisfy my final science
requirement, having already taken Chemistry and Physics. I don't consider
myself to be that much smarter than most folks, but I'd like to think
that I can at least retain enough basic facts as to not look like a complete ass
most of the time. In this story, our instructor was describing
polypeptide
chains that form in amino acids. To make the understanding of the
process and to make things even simpler, the instructor paralleled peptide
chains to the alphabet. It's the order of things that matter. "How
many letters are in the alphabet?" asked the instructor. An
enthusiastic girl chimed in with all seriousness from the back, "28!"
So, yeah...I'm taking a class about the study
of life, and it's with people that don't even know how many letters are
in the alphabet. I wish I could say that that was the worst of it, but
unfortunately it's just the most recent. And I've only been back to school
for two weeks.
