LittleBIGAwesome!

'Bout a week ago, at like 11 'o dark, I had this innate and uncontrollable urge to go buy another game. Course, LBP had just recently been released and I was itching to see if it survived it's hype, and/or if I could possibly get into the genre that it was portraying for it's profound appeal.

Which, if you bear with me, I'd like to digress into the time frame of the inital debut for LBP, I had taken a stroll...rather a drive, to Family Video in LaPorte, to rent whatever lame or possibly decent movies had come out. Never before realizing, I have a harder time finding movies to rent, when I hear so much about their reviews by working at a theater. Nonetheless, after being unable to find a movie, me and Amanda...(grammatically that's incorrect, but I don't care) strayed into the Video Game corner, and sure enough, Family Video had some copies, two to be exact, yet to no surprise none were available. Walking out of the corner in sheer disappointment, we settled on The Happening.

Speaking of which, wasn't THAT bad of a movie...Mark Wahlberg(sp?) probably saved the film.


However, I perhaps digress too much from the main focus that I want to present. A week later, on the spur of the moment, me and Amanda, went to LaPorte to go purchase LBP. A game both of us were eager to try. I was going to take out $60 from my account via ATM in town, but the fucker was down for some maintenance, so I had to put the whole $63.92 on my credit card. Which already had about $44.00 worth of a charge on it anyways.

I must say, in this day and age, when the video game prices are skyrocketing, shelling out more than half of a Benjamin for a game you've never actually played before and having no set stance on the game based toward your liking, is rather asinine. Though, just like SoulCalibur IV, I was pleasantly surprised at the amount of fun LBP has to offer.

Though I only own four PS3 games, I have to say without a doubt, with the exception of LEGO Star Wars : The Complete Saga, no other game this gaming generation yet, has so far been worth every single penny, dollar, mileage, time, and brain cell.

Consensus, LittleBIGPlanet, is a LittleBIGMustHave, and is simply LittleBIGAwesome!

How could you NOT love this type of game...just look at it!?

A Time for Lighter Moods

I say to ye, thou must dance, dance thy Chocobo Dance!

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Thy Fool

Thy fool so full of one's self,
Ponders not this life's secrets,
Instead thy fool daydreams,
Whilst the day turns to dusk,

And forth of thine foolish mouth,
Does his empty prayers spill,
Drifting toward a silent sky,
Void of the god he denies,

Shattered shards of human heart,
Embrace the cold decor of hope,
Never shall thy dream awaken,
So long as thy fool slumbers,

For eternity shall thy fool be king,
Within thine own faux world,
Ignorant of that which was forsaken,
Be it thine own sanity or reason,

Lone forth from now til evermore,
Thus as his false reality will be broken,
Still thy fool shall continue smiling,
Whilst his crimson core turns all to ash,

Thine foolish fool devoid of humanity,
Desecrating his last hope in raging fire,
Alone at the brink of destruction,
Thy fool is laughing.

I wrote that entire poem at the spur of the moment, took about 10 minutes....

The Beginning Excerpt

An excerpt from what has finally been decided to be my first novel. As such I remember having mentioned it once before, but was as such unsure in which direction to take up the endeavour and where to direct it. I have finally set upon a course of writing, however slow it may take, however despite all of that I still have not decided upon a fitting title beyond "Untitled" at this point in time.

From the Preface:

"So long as there will be Light,
So shall there be Darkness,

Such is the way it must be,
For two opposing forces,

Destined to destroy each other,
When neither can exist alone,

Either shall not reign,
Thus has fate foretold."

Identity what?

I think I want to become a super-villain. Minus the super part. But villain all the same.

Pros
1 Line badass catch-phrases
No taxes
Free everything
Everyone knows your name
Get to kick the shit outta your nemesis, Mr. Goody-to-shoes

Cons
Odd...I can't seem to think of any...well I'll add some, IF I think of 'em

Nostalgic Summer Days

Nostalgia...many of us experience it, and it usually comes about through a reminiscing of good past memories.

I am for this summer, playing, and completing the games I never did get a chance to buy and/or beat when I wanted to...

Playstation 2
- Fullmetal Alchemist 2 : Curse of the Crimson Elixir *Finished*

Man that's a mouth-full, yet I've beaten it, and as such being the last PS2 game, my PS2 has already been retired.

Playstation 1
- Inuyasha : A Feudal Fairy Tale *Finished*
- Final Fantasy VI *Finished*
- Final Fantasy IV *Finished*
- Final Fantasy V *Finished*
- Chrono Trigger *Finished*
- Chrono Cross *Finished*

Once those are completed...all that will remain is Next-Gen. Say hello my dear PS3.

As the Dust Sets

Well...as of today. My Playstation 2, for all intents and purposes that I can foresee, will now be under a state of retirement.

"Retiring" a console, whether it be an actual gamer term or not. *If its not then I claim it*....it basically means, for the sole purpose it provides, the console is no longer in use. Not necessarily meaning it does not work.

Quite the opposite, my PS2 is in well-kept condition and has no problems. In this way, "retiring" my PS2 means, I'm moving onto the next-gen consoles. I have beaten each an every game I own in my PS2 collection, and therefore, wanting no more, have nothing left to do but "retire" the console.

Playstation 2
December 2002 - May 2008
"Retired"

The Battle Rages On

I hate this feeling...this cursed emotion, "void".

How can such a feeling exist? To be both and yet neither of any other emotional opposites. To feel sorrow and happiness all at once, whilst destroying the other entirely. The resulting aftermath is this feeling, this discarded emotion of being "void".

Forever trapped in one place, no certainty of the future, of tomorrow. To be chained and bound in one nothingness, one place of inescapable soul-driven hell.

I hate this feeling...I hate this...and can do nothing while I feel completely empty til it passes.











Fuck.

The Untitled, Unknown Unknowns

So I've restarted writing my book...I first started to write "Requiem for the Remnant Past" threw that away. Started "The Phantom Mask"...got about two paragraphs in and threw that out.

So here I am, working on a yet-to-be decided untitled work of literature.

"Untitled"
© 2008 Jake Forsythe

Excerpt [Preface]
"The fool gazing upon a mirror sees only his reflection.
The sage sees nothing but the mirror.
The same fool, peers into a broken mirror uninterested.
The sage questions why it was broken."

Are you the fool, or the sage?

"Loveless"

Prologue

When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky

Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting

Act I

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest

Act II

There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds

Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh

Act III

My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow

My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess

Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return

Act IV

My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess

My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber

Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The wind sails over the water's surface
Quietly, but surely

Act V

Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice

The Jaded Emerald, Faded and Green

Envy, why do some friends envy me so?

Keeling, you envious whore.
Howard, you envious pervert.

Embrace your Dreams

If you want to become a hero...then hold onto your dreams, and also your honor.

I'm here to say, "Fuck you"

I am cursed to be intellectually superior to many of you. But understand this, my gift is not of educational and testable intelligence, but that of a curse, a disease of over-analyzing even the most simplistic of life's rewards.

I am cursed...We are cursed...

For the rest of you, normal humans, I'm here to say, "Fuck you"

To think of a thought I must of thunk of thinking

I should really do more of these long titles, of either hardly but a few words for the overwhelming force of their implications, or the insane ramblings I love to spin. Both drive the point home while at the same time, utterly destroy the delicate fabrics of the English Language.

Thy dear English, how doth thine writing rape thou so?

Language sucks, its full of words and jargons that mean next to nothing, when in reality half of the words in the dictionary, mean the same thing as each other.

So just what IS a dictionary, but an insurmountable amount of bounded text, full to the brim papers, supporting itself for importance through pitiful synonyms, destined to unite the entirety of the book through inbred words.

F'ing Fucking Dictionary...f'ing fucking English language.

Maybe it should take a lesson from Latin and go die already. Cause we all know, just like artists, once you're dead, you're drop dead sexy and everyone wants more of you.

Curse You USPS!!!!

U.S.P.S....United States Postal Service, bullshit. Service is the last thing they do. Amazon.com can fuck itself for Pre-orders to boot.

I pre-ordered Crisis Core:Final Fantasy VII, on February 3rd. So it was shipped by Amazon.com on the 26th, the day after its initial release. By the 27th, the USPS had it at Allen Park, MI. So here I thought, I'll have it in no time before the Amazon.com estimate delivery which was March 31st.

Turns out they fucking kept my game at Allen Park til Sunday. So...needless to say, its a little past 4 in the morning on April 1st, and my game didn't come on the 31st. So...It better as fuck be here today. Or I'm gonna be more pissed.

Next-Gen has come Home

So...I have a 40GB Playstation 3 and LEGO Star Wars : The Complete Saga.

To watch the world burn

"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."

Fire and Ice
Robert Frost

I absolutely love this poem.

And they say I'm the crazy one

Is it really so wrong....to want to become a god?

Melancholy of the Drama

"That's so highschool shit"

Too often, I uttered such a phrase between friends in passing, or around the lunch table; in all its glorious 4 person cramped seating, not really understanding the meaning of what I was saying. I once believed, the "shit" was nothing that pertained to real life at all, but only in our prison-walls of New Prairie. That, and the drama that went with them.

But too many a time I find myself, on the outside world, out of that hell-hole, thrust back into the drama that we only know only as highschool life.

Yet, behold the glorious day, when it is not I that partakes in these dramatic dances of stupidity, but rather, it is I that shall laugh as the marionettes do their part, as I, the puppet master does mine.

Nevertheless, I make do what I can. I survive, live day to day...And for the majority of the time, delight in what I do. But then again, no matter how much we may complain, its the drama of our pre-conditioned earlier educational life, namely highschool, that gives us a sense of belonging, normality, but most of all, some change of pace, if you could call it that, in our otherwise ritualistic but mundane lives in this nowheretown of nothingness.

I just realized...

My life is incredibly...how do you say, "irritus", plain, boring, uneventful, and whatnot.

*Sigh*

Nothing ever happens in this insignificant location. Not that I actually give a rat's ass about this little town in the middle of corn and nowhere. But damn, something needs to happen to add a small sense of excitement about this place. Damn, beyond this meaningless point of dirt, there's so much going on.

So here I sit, rather here I lay, waiting for nothing to come here to nothingtown, and have absolutely nothing happen.

God....I'm so bored.

Agony

Unbelievable...agony...that has become my yesterday and tomorrow.

Oh my fucking god....this is hell on earth...fuck my earlier statement about being alright, this totally sucks

Success

Well, I had my surgery yesterday. I'm doing decently, the incision is larger than what I was told it would be...But for the most part, I feel good. I can walk, I have Darvocet for the pain, and all is well.

I thank those that held me in their prayers or thoughts, and I appreciate those friends.

Now that I think about it.

Humanity sucks

Pain

It affects us all, physically and mentally. But man, this fucking pain has to stop, I've been fortunate enough to endure no pain from my hernia as such, but with the surgery only 5 days away, its really beginning to hurt now. Why the hell does things like this have to be painful, I can only be grateful that it only started hurting now...goddamn it would of driven me crazy...well more crazy, had it been painful earlier than now.

Beyond that, I'm weighed down by the shit-ton of homework I have yet to turn in. I'll be working a lot on that over the next week due to Spring Break, and then probably even more after my parents leave for Aruba and I have no work for three weeks.

I should get some sleep...

I have a God Complex?

Allow me a short moment of time, your precious, dedicated time...Pathetic mortal. Time has made you it's bitch, I stare down upon you and laugh. Laugh, and smile my evil smirk. By now you should have noticed the hint of Superiority Complex emerging from my psyche. Well, shut the fuck up, you're wrong. I have no "complex", I simply realized, I AM in fact superior to you.

You may ask, just what separates me from the lowly likes of you...you meager human...It's simple, it's not a matter of power, or intelligence, it's class. I merely sit upon a tier higher than yourself. I know of only a few others who fit in this level of superiority. There we are, we exist, for the primary purpose of watching others writhe in angst as we point out the difference between us, how utterly they fail at life. How gullible some freshman are, believing we wish to be Tiger-men, and how we were absent from being in an accident, and for the last two weeks we were Mute. Dumbasses...how we exploit their idiocy for our amusement.

Why are we able to do such things, are we evil, I'm quite sure many "normal" humans would say so, how morbidly they will insult our conversations of dire importance. I mean, how would this world go on without the talk of Chainsaw arms for Pirates, or how some people look strangely comparable to animals, like Opossums and Weasels. We discuss such things, not because we are sick bastards, but because we have a higher calling. The path of Superiority, the path of greatness.

Your life shall amount to nothing, while we set out to better ourselves, which in turn betters the world itself. Your existence will be like the story of the monkey trying to capture the moon...no matter how he struggles, it's just the moon's reflection on the water he sees, so he only sinks into the water, time after time the monkey sinks, you could never hope to reach our status...Your fate is determined.

We are superior, and you are nothing before us.

Forthwith Is Thou, Thy Trios Theory

Allow me to bestow upon you, a more definitive and yet simplistic view of how my mind works. As the years have gone by, books and various mediums of literature have imbued within my mind a higher sophistication of literacy and vocabulary alike. Whether it be an inner sense of superiority, or curse of intellect, there are those like me, who share a similar kindred of genius; however to some it may be considered nothing short of insanity.

This...paradoxical and conundrum that might be dubbed as the "insanity" gene, are shared by all of my closest friends. Those that have been most worthy of intellectual yet contradictory insane conversations, immoral, unethical, morbid, and insensible and absolutely downright inhuman trains of thought, are those that I respect and can truly be as myself around. They are like me, all the while making complete logical and at the same time illogical connections; a world of contradictions through oxymoron's in a paradox and paradise of hell. My mind wanders to and fro, in between sanity and sense. Philosophical yet crazy, all the while devising the answers to some questions this world may not have even known before, and the theory is where it all begins.

Interpreted by a wise and young man, devised by an amazing, pirate-loving, awesome badass, insane yet right on focus friend. That friend, is H.T. Fucking Glon, Captain Amazing, Harrison Glon. His theory, as I have expanded, and incorporated into my own life...Is as thus.

Thy Trios Theory (3's Theory)

Harrison once told me in our French I class, Senior Year, 8th hour gold...the finer details aren't necessary, we basically screwed our homework, didn't even try, and we were the only two seniors, the only two badasses among those pathetic freshman, man we ruled that class...I miss those days....anyways, he revealed to me how his life was based on a vicious circle of triple luck experiences. After having experienced such a phenomenon as this, I have delved deeper into the philosophy of this relatively ingenious theory.

As each coin has two sides, parallel opposites, or inverted outcomes...Then there must be an inverted form of The 3's Theory. Oddly enough, and illogical as it is, the 3's Theory that has affected my life is a pair.

Instead of a straightforward triple good luck, or triple bad luck, whether it lasts a day, and instance, or even longer. I find that the 3's Theory is an alternating luck phenomenon.

For example...

Ex.1
- I finally got hired for a Job after 8 months of searching
(Good Luck)
- I got sick the day after they hired me
(Bad Luck)
- I got paid for the first time, 198 dollars
(Good Luck)
- I found out I had a Hernia and was gonna have to have surgery and take weeks off of work
(Bad Luck)
- I found out I could miss work and keep my job, and my Hernia was not pain inducing at all
(Good Luck)
- I began to have and still have searing pains in my left thigh, like lightning bolts, probably from a pulled or strained muscle or pinched nerve from standing so long at work
(Bad Luck)

Ex.2
- God of War:Chains of Olympus was released
(Good Luck)
- Walmart wasn't selling it the day it was supposed to be sold, I wasted time and gas driving there plus me and Amanda got in a fight
(Bad Luck)
- Amanda and I fixed things, and God of War was to be sold the next day
(Good Luck)
- Next day, I went back, still no game, but they had the guide. Then I drove to Michigan City Meijers, but no, they wouldn't get it til 5:00pm, and I had to be at work at 6:00pm. Then I drove to BestBuy on Grape Road, for my last ditch effort to find it.
(Bad Luck)
- BestBuy had it, I purchased the game and went home
(Good Luck)
- PSP wouldn't update, the game wouldn't play. Pissed me off.
(Bad Luck)



Need I say more? Plus there's the Three Work Improvements I've gotten, 5 and I'm fired, and they last 6 months. The thing is, I got them in succession.
Week 1 (worked 3 days)
Day 1, February 1st, Written Up
Week 2 (worked 3 days)
Day 2, February 9th, Written Up
Week 3 (worked 3 days)
Day 3, February 18th, Written Up

So far no problems.




Harrison Glon, your 3's Theory is indeed powerful and conclusive. You are the most insane yet awesomely badass person I know. I am honored to know you, and must bow in respect.

Goddamn, keep up the fucking badass awesomeness H.T. Glon!
Few know you for who you are, and they should be ashamed of themselves, only thinking of you as their aide, you are a friend, and you should be treated as such.

Kudos, Kudos to you friend.

Thy White Wolf

I consider myself quite the poet, I've been writing to express my sorrow, calm my restlessness, or just re-establish my sanity. Here is the latest of my writings.

Thine golden iris,
desiring such paradise,
Wanders henceforth,
under a waning glow,

Beneath ethereal stars,
thine moonlight shines,
Cast upon thy wolf,
seeking the lunar rose,

Traversing the icy land,
across thy snowy frost,
Thine white one's howl,
echoes amongst the wind,

Laying upon the frozen earth,
whilst the frigid storm rages,
Thine wolf shall find paradise,
and close thine golden irises.

"Thy White Wolf"
by Jake Forsythe
© 2008