Seriously, wtf...

Actually, I know 'wtf' is up; I'm a lazy son of a bitch, and despite knowing such information while having multitudes of endeavors I wish to persue, I'm too unwilling to give up or even limit myself when it comes to playing on the god damn XBox 360.

Ted Binion once said to Steve Wynn (two Vegas casino kingpins, just in cause you didn't know); "Give a gambler a reason to gamble, and he will always thank you for it." Well, Microsoft kinda did that when they made the 360 by adding the Gamerscore system. Every game for the 360 come with a list of achievements that when unlocked add points to a lifetime score, in essence giving video games a whole new level of worthless, yet one is still oh so addictive.

Add a guy like me to that equation, and it's a reciepe for disaster, considering that you could lock me in a dark room with absolutely NOTHING to do, and I can entertain myself by just THINKING... without ever even thinking to touch my dick unless it needed adjusting. Give me something with an quick, effortless, and easy payoff (i.e videogames, tv, listening to talk radio for eight hours straight, etc.); and even if that "payoff" is completely worthless, I'm hooked.

To prove my point, consider this; if I unlocked every achievement for every game in my possesion compatable with the 360, my gamerscore would be 6450; currently, my gamerscore is 5125, so that's not that far off. Added to that, I'm what's know as an "achievement whore," meaning I try to unlock every achievement I can when I play a game, if not all of them. But you don't need the promise of useless points to reel me in; I've already gotten all the achievements for Halo 3 and Call of Duty 4, and yet I still play those games more than any other, 'cause in CoD4, there are loads of weapons and features for them to unlock, and Hell; both games are hella fun.

But it's still all completely worthless; and the longer I waste my life, the more a fleeting glimsp it becomes.

Anyway, I have other things going on, though given my unwillingness to discipline myself, the important things tend to go astray; given all the discouragement, it's been almost a month since I even bothered to hunt for a job, given the fact that the only thing (and I'm being serious; the ONLY thing) that matters when it comes to finding work is who knows you, and those assholes running the House of Representatives who are trying to engineer a recession just to make Bush look even worse and advance their own quest for limitless power doesn't help me out any, either. So, I'm just going to do what Brian did and see if I can get a Bishop's recommendation to work at Deseret Industries (the Mormon version of Good Will), because God knows no one wants me anywhere else. (Fuck; Wal-Mart would frankly rather hire retarded people... and that's not an exaggeration...)

I've strarted swimming again, because I'm over forty pounds overweightm and if my man-boobs get any bigger, I'm giong to have to start wearing a bra. Feels good to get out, though it'd be waAay more productive if I wasn't doing it only every other day, and if I could do it more vigorously... and Survivor night's "Rat Burgers" probably aren't helping the cause, either.

Been al least a week since I picked up my guitar with the intention of playing it, given that I keep losing the sheets I've been writing the major scales on, and I can't go to wikipedia to look them up and write them down again since dad's either slowly selling away his soul on eBay or I'm wasting my life playing Call of Duty 4; trying to unlock the Golden AK-47.

And finally, in interests of progressive release, I've forgone the idea of releasing 'GRUNTBALL' as some massive Deviation and instead decided to release it in pages like a mini-comic. Given the changes in the production line-up, I've finished the line-art for page one and have begun the coloring process... and only a year behind schedual, too.

Sorry, Tara.