We Shouldn't Be Blocking McLovin's Cock
I don't think there's anything to say about Superbad. It's incredibly awesome. So many good quotes, cops with child-molester 'staches, good music and a fat kid that draws penises. The movie totally kicked American Pie in the junk.
With my 360 still out (but in Microsoft's sticky hands apparently), I'm digging deeper and deeper into the creamy filling that is PC gaming. There's a severe lack of new titles, but my old ones still kick so much ass. I turned Day of Defeat: Source back on Saturday night, and once again was I introduced to the mathematically proven perfection that is (in my opinion) Valve's current multiplayer masterpiece. I say current, because I want Team Fortress 2 to make me cry with joy. But until that time, I will continue kicking ass at DoD. I bought that game around 2 years ago and it still hasn't gotten old.
I spent Sunday on the river near Sacromento wakeboarding. I say wakeboarding, but it's more accurate to say I was dragged for a few seconds every couple of minutes behind a motor boat. I never really boarded per se. I have this nice red spot on my back where my arms couldn't smear sun screen. My skin pulses like an egg, ready to pop. It's delicious.
Lastly, the Executive Producer for Battlefield was at the studio Friday for something. He spoke with my boss, but had to jet before he could be introduced to me. Why must the lord be so cruel? I just want to blow up tanks and camping turds. Thy will be done.
(posted by grant at 8/20/2007)
