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High Concept Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence? |
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![]() Tuesday, May 18, 2004 The Pitch: It's Refreshingly Pitch-Free! Nothing too exciting around here, but I thought I'd post anyway since I'm trying to be Quantity Lad on the blog front.I rented, finally, Red Dead Revolver for the PS2 and I'm glad I didn't dash out and buy it. RDR is a Western shoot-'em-up, and while the gameplay is moderately deep, the story is excruciatingly shallow. It's something along the lines of: Well, you get thirty seconds of dialogue, then a bunch of people shoot at you. Then, after ou've shot them, more people show up to shoot at you, but you're not quite sure where they are. Then, when you're through shooting them, more people show up to shoot you, then the boss shoots up, there's a bit of dialogue, then you shoot the guys and the boss. Then the boss turns out to be the underboss and the real boss shows you up, and then you shoot him, and shoot him, and shoot him, and shoot him. And when he's dead, you're rewarded with thirty more seconds of dialogue. And the faux Morricone soundtrack is okay, but it's not the huge glorious Morricone rip-off that Outlaws is (although Outlaws just didn't have enough tracks--I shiver to think what they could have done with access to a DVD instead of two CDs). I've got the game until Sunday (of course, this is the week the newsletter is due) so I'll tinker with it, but I'm surprised at how little I really want to after 45 minutes of play. It beats wandering around lost looking for a submarine to hijack (the current excitement that is XIII) but, despite the cool Dueling option, the Spidey sense for shootouts, the ability to hide behind cover and shoot, I'm not just feeling it. I'll let you know if the situation changes but: Sorry Red Dead Revolver. Your name was cool. On the opposite end of the spectrum, I am love, love, loving the new camera. I missed being able to take a picture and then post it as my desktop, or post it on a website or whatever. That is my segueway to showing you the photo so, of course, for some reason I can't post it to my blog. Grrr! Dammit! So now I have to send you here to see it. Yeah, that desktop makes me happy every time I see it, all right. I'm only a hundred and fifty pages from finishing the re-read and it's gonna be kinda hard not to turn around and start reading it again. Hibbs has lent me the first Wild Cards book, and has been (im)patiently asking me every week for over a month: "Finished with Gravity's Reading Rainbow yet?" So I have books on deck. Nonetheless, Gravity's Rainbow sexily pouts in front of me, kind of a "hey, sailor, where you running off to?" kind of vibe. "Don't you want restart me with a clean yellow legal pad at your side and jot down each occurrence and context of the words 'chess,' 'dog,' 'mandala,' 'gravity,' 'lowland,' 'qlippoth,' 'pig,' 'shit,' the initials 'K. K.,' (it ain't just coincidence that the Kenosha Kid and King Kong got 'em in common, Jackson) and oh so many more? W-well, dontcha?" Hmmm. Maybe I shouldn't keep my desktop this way for too long. I could end up in trouble... posted by Jeff Lester | 9:22 PM | |
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