…a guitarlesson video has ramifications for non-guitarists…

so, let me tell ya, that exercise is more challenging than it looks. Many guitarists practice scales up and down the neck ’til they get really fast. But most don’t even talk about finger independence. Yes, it is frustrating like he mentions. There’s also a sense of humiliation when you realize you don’t have that much control over your own body. Granted, not nearly as bad as peeing your pants after too many beers, but still. I was shown a few things like this years ago by a classical guitarist. Now, Dave Mustaine has a spider chord technique that is used to make chord changes less noisy. It’s similar, yet different.

…now, the thing where he mentions the mind over matter/don’t get frustrated…

…I suppose that has applications well beyond guitar…

…the more things change, the more they stay….

alright, so, I’ve been listening to The Sword off and on for the past year or so….

Now, I’m sure they are aware of relatively modern bands like Metallica and MegaDeth, I hear some palm muting and riding on the low E. And I definitely hear some Kyuss in there…

But what I really hear is Black Sabbath and Thin Lizzy…

Ironic how a so-called modern band is so vintage…

…watch out for Dylan Love and his creepy online profiles…

…haha…

This article is funnier than shit…

I mean, it’s probably unethical to set up a fake profile for your “sociological” study…

the funniest part…

“Part of me was disappointed in the lack of effort and sincerity that so many of my fellow men exercised in communicating with me, a supposed female Brooklynite who’s single and looking. How do you wade through all the verbal vomit that comes at you through your inbox?”

Lack of effort and SINCERITY, by a motherfucking impostor???

Really???

Look, if a living breathing woman set up a profile and this wasn’t a false flag operation, that is to say she was willing to meet someone she met online and then she wrote about her experiences. Well, that would be one thing. But this is another.

Then there’s this…

“But another part of me found this really hope-inspiring. There are enough men on the site that you’re bound to find someone who’s into you, self-perceived flaws and all.”

WTF, man… is this like D-Day where endless dick, uh, I mean men storm the beachhead….

So, he’s basically saying that womyn have a good ratio and men are the losers…

Thanks but no thanks…

Reprint: The R-Type Fetish Continues or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Being Omega

Lazy about posting lately, figured I’d put up an oldie

Well, I’ve been on a video game kick lately. And with a fridge full of beer, it gets temping to spend all my evenings lightly buzzed and playing games. Quick, someone warn Hugo Schwyzer–I am hurting teh womenz by “opting out.” Never mind that I haven’t tried to kill an ex-girlfriend in a drug fueled rage or bragged about cuckolding another man and laughing that a child doesn’t know his true paternity. For I am not a high status professor, therefore I must be a patriarchy inspired misogynist (TM.) Does that make me a basement brigade boy? Well, I support myself so that also must make me a misogynist because I’m not supporting a wife nor am I living with mommy. “Enough about you, lets talk about me” as Schwyzer is rumored to have said before banging his students… or was it “You DO want to pass this class, we can work out an arrangement.”

Anyways I must be making up for lost time. Today I downloaded the demoes for Unreal Tournament 2003 and 2004 respectively. I found 2003 to be a bit smoother than 2004. I also found the mouse om my computer a better controller than the X Box 360 when I played Unreal 3. Went on a mountain bike ride and then hit the weights but lets keep that on the down low as that doesn’t go with the slacker omega man status quo.

I found myself at a video game store that specializes in old systems and games. I guess you could say I felt cognitive dissonance. I was gleefully happy to look over the great games before me but couldn’t help thinking that as a grown man I should be doing something more useful with my time and money. I suppose my predicament was similar to the male feminist in a porno shop. He is quite happy to browse but afraid of being found out. Then he cleverly realizes he can just say it is all for research about the eville patriarchy. Well, since I’m blogging, does that count as research? I found R Types for Playstation. Then I found out The PS2 is backwards compatible and that I could buy one for $40. Well, for $65 damage to my wallet, I was walking out with a smile on my face. Oh, and much like the male feminist in a comparable scenario, my guilty pleasures were in a black plastic bag 😉

Hooked up the Playstation with the old school red, yellow and white pluggy thingies going into the back of my television. Flipped in the black disk. Interestingly enough, this has R-Type I and R-Type II. Looks to be similar to what is known as R-Type Dimensions for the 360. I have played the demo of Dimensions and I can say the Playstation controller seems more accurate and responsive. Maybe it’s the cord vs wireless or maybe the 360 controller just ain’t all that.

I’m sure the haters will say I’m in some kind of extended adolescence. Funny for me though, I really feel like this is the first time where I’m doing my thing. Well, I am getting all my bills paid and the process of doing that (work) is one part degrading, two parts mind numbing and one part a reminder that my life is slowly slipping away. I’ve always known that “keeping up with the Jonses’” is a fools game. I’m sure there are those who say I should “man up.” I should go for one of those single mom’s. Y’know a lady who years ago wouldn’t of looked at me twice and hooked up with the edgier guys and now wants a stable “nice” guy. Nah, not for me. Or maybe I could find one of those go-getter career gals. She could condescendingly brag how she’s climbing the corporate ladder while I’m just treading water. Then I could try to convince myself that she’s my soul mate and not my competitor but I don’t think I have that much talent for self deception. But of course I’ve got to read Clarisse Thorn’s books and get Amanda Marcotte’s matriarchal approval before I am worthy enough to even approach a woman. Or I could go out to some dive bar and start a conversation with a guy generally my age. I’ll feel like a therapist when he talks about debt, divorce and debt. And I won’t be getting paid for this in fact I’ll be paying an exploitative markup for beer that isn’t even as good as what’s in my fridge. Yeah, I think you might’ve seen those article’s saying that I’m a bad guy. The one’s saying I ought to “man up.” The one’s saying how I get all the responsibilities and none of the benefits ’cause donchya know, I must be sooo privileged even though you haven’t walked a single day in my fuckin’ shoes. I am that thing whose only purpose in life is my utility to others. My parents generation left a fucked world with debt while they got their baby boomer riches. More and more looking out for Number One and opting out not only seems like a sane response to an insane situation but also an ethical response to an unethical world. No, Obama, I ain’t gonna fight your war in the shithole middle east. No, PUA guru’s I ain’t gonna but your stupid e-book for the amazon kindle. No, ladies with crappy attitudes, I’m not gonna sit there and listen to how bad all those guys you hooked up with were. No, guy who works two jobs and has a new ride I’m not gonna listen to you whine about your 532 credit score.

Even with video games and beer, I still get lonely. I want to get a dog. Anyways,
I got an amazon gift card, time to track down some old school shooters…..

…daylight savings depression…

…well…

I’ve noticed I get depressed a little after Halloween…

The shorter days really let me know, that yes, summer is truly over and will not be back for months…

…on the flip side, I get my energy back in early March as the days grow long again…

…maybe I’ll just kick my ass outta bed and get in some early morning bike rides…