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I’ve been playing the new Xbox 360 game Dead Rising recently.  I have to say that it is fan-fucking-tastic.  I mean, it can be very, VERY annoying, but can be very, very amusing and fun too.  Any time you can grab up a shower head, stick it in a zombies dome and shower said zombie with his own blood until he dies… that’s a good time in my book.  Or beat down a crowd of zombies with a baseball bat.  Or literally mow down a gaggle of zombies with a lawn mower.  Or beat a zombie with a sledgehammer.  Or cut a zombie in half with a battle axe or katana.  Or jump kick a zombie.  Or hit a golf ball into a zombies head.  Or bash a zombie with a bowling ball.  Or ride a zombie.  I could go on and on and on, but I think you get the point.  The game is very akin to Grand Theft Auto… with zombies… in a mall… with a LOT of weapons options.  You play a free lance photographer who comes to this small town in Colorado for a strange story.  Not long after you get dropped on top of a mall, you have to deal with zombies and wait three days (72 hours) for the helicopter to come back.  The game does have some sort of story line that I think you have to follow.  Maybe  you don’t… I don’t really know.  The hardest part of the game thus far has been when I had to fight this fucker with a .50cal sniper rifle (for those of you who know guns, it was Barrett).  Eventually I spent both pistols I had (funny part is I stole both of them from security guard zombies) and this NPC Brad shot him down to no health, but it turns out I had to deliver the final blow.  This is shitty because I was out of ammo and this Carlito fucker either runs away from you when you rush him and then drops a grenade, then shoots you.  I eventually got really lucky and landed a jump kick on him.  The zombies aren’t really an issue as they are… well, zombies.  There are thousands of them, but they are slow and stupid.  When they crowd together, that can be a problem, but if you have a good weapon, like a baseball bat, you can deal with it.  The shitty thing about the game is that you can only use the weapons for a limited time.  Naturally, pistols and other projectile weapons run out of ammo, but melee weapons like baseball bats, sledgehammers, lead pipes, 2 x 4s, guitars, hedge trimmers, battle axes, katanas, etc. “break” after a while of use.  That I don’t like but of course I have to deal with it and there are no lack of weapons laying around.  You can go into pretty much any store in the mall and find a weapon.  So, if any of you have a 360, check out Dead Rising… it is awesome, though only 1 player.  So if you are stuck in a mall and don’t want to be there… remember, it could be much worse… or much cooler, it’s up to interpretation. ;)

In other news… I have started classes.  I will pass these classes with no problems whatsoever.  I just need to actually feel like dealing with the class.  I hate how pretentious US History professors are.  US History is, historically (lol), a freshman class so the professors feel like they need to be a total ass while retaining much of the high school mentality.  NO COLLEGE COURSE SHOULD HAVE A SEATING CHART.  You should be able to go into the classroom and sit where ever the damn well please.  That is all.

Checkout a site called Wikimapia. You can add places of interest to the map. I thought that was quite neat.

My car was officially totaled.  Lexy’s Beetle it turns out LITERALLY threw a sparkplug.  It shot the sparkplug so hard out of it’s seat that it cracked the engine block when it hit it.  The auto repair place called a VW dealer and asked about the sparkplug thing and the reaction they got from the VW dealer was, “They can do that?”  Yeah.  Then my parents came home to their place yesterday to find their water main sprung a leak.  Not bad, from what I understood, but still pretty shitty.

In other news I went to a Reel Big Fish/MXPX show last night at The Blue Note with Lexy, John, Steve, Adam, Sarah, and Darrel.  It was a pretty good show, especially the two ska bands, one being a name I can’t remember, the other, of course, being Reel Big Fish.  I found out that I don’t really like MXPX, but John pointed out they are really good for crowd participation, so I had to give him that one.  I mean, their singer/bassist roamed the crowd playing his bass guitar during part of one song.  Then we went to IHOP, had some decent food, and we came home to Warrensburg.  Nothing bad happened.  I was a little surprised.  Well, apparently Sarah went full-blown bitch on the ride from the Blue Note to IHOP, but that’s about it.  All in all, a good night.

In sad news, I will be posting a link that may make some of you really sad.  I made me sad, but kinda happy too.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4776449.stm

Yup, I went out of town again.  Only this time, I left Friday and got back last night.  Well, technically this morning, but I slept since then so it counts as last night.  We drove eight hours to see the Frazier Museum and the Louisville Science Centre.  Both were pretty cool.  We got started out late on Friday so didn’t hit our hotel until around 6am.  Thankfully the hotel had a 24 hour front desk and we called to tell them we’d be there after midnight and they let us have a late checkout, so it was a pretty good deal.  The Frazier Museum is pretty cool because it’s the only place in the US that has medieval armour.  They had some cool stuff and if you are ever in Louisville, check it out.  After the Science Centre, which was a Science Centre and pretty cool, we went to Lynn’s Paradise Cafe.  This place is a fucking hippy restaurant started and run by, you guessed it, hippies.  So, why would John, Holly, Lexy, and I go to a hippy restaurant?  Because Lexy HAD to get a Kentucky Hot Brown.  That’s right… Kentucky Hot Brown.  Sad thing is it wasn’t brown at all and looked really gross.  Lexy liked it though, so I suppose it was worth it.  Regardless of the Hot Brown, the place was REALLY expensive for what you got.  I mean John, Holly, and I all got 1/2 lb burgers that cost $9.  The burger was ok, but I got really disgruntled when I only got 4 onion rings.  I didn’t bitch about it because they were pretty crappy onion rings.  Holly liked her mashed potatoes and John thought his fries were ok, so I suppose that was worth it.  Then there was the drive home.  During the 16 hours of driving we hit three traffic jams.  Two going and one returning.  Two of the three weren’t that bad, but the second traffic jam we hit was fucking terrible.  We cross the Ohio River into Kentucky and BAM, dead stop on the highway.  I wait there for a while thinking it would get moving soon, but it doesn’t.  So, I was just back enough in line that I got the idea to hit the ramp onto another interstate, turn around, and hit our original highway.  Turns out a lot of other people had the same idea.  So we were stuck for about a half hour.  Then people started backing up the entrance ramp on the shoulders.  This pisses me off.  It just exacerbates the situation and you don’t get anywhere.  Then this fucker in front of me tries to back down the shoulder on my side of the road.  I say no and pull into the shoulder blocking him.  The guy keeps backing up, apparently thinking I’m gonna move.  HA!  I bleep a short honk at him, he stops sticks his head out the window, I flip him off, he flips me off, and he pulls forward a bit.  Then he gets out of the car and comes up to my window, I roll my window down and he asks, “You wanna move your car for me.”  I retort short, sweet, and too the point, “No.”  He leaves and may or may not have spit on my car, but oh well nothing damaging happened.  The guy gets back into his car and pulls back into his original place in line.  Apparently John had his knife out and ready to lunge if things went back.  Luckily the guy decided it wasn’t worth fighting over and I do thank him for that.  Ironic thing is no more than 5 minutes later things get moving.  Slow, yes, but it’s movement.  Turns out traffic was stopped because a motorcyclist crashed and burned on the highway.  We saw a pair of bloody pants, a bloody shirt and a motorcycle.  Presumably the cyclist himself was off to a hospital.  It was an interesting experience and all the traffic jams showed me that people are so fucking stupid.  They don’t pay attention to road signs and go blazing down the closed lanes thinking people will let them in in the last minute.  The thing that pisses me off the most is that people do let them in.  I just hate people so much.  Well, that’s about all on my side.