Not much to add today. Kind of worn out. Preparing to party all weekend long. Will be incommunicado.
Well, it's a red day, so I guess I'll live. [Gratuitous Alien Legion reference.]
I went to Best Buy to check out keyboards yesterday, and in the process decided to pick up Codemaster's award-winning Operation: Flashpoint Gold Edition. If you've been following the fiasco, you'll know that every copy of the US Gold Edition has a screwed up main disk. So now they've recalled the product, and are burning new copies of the main disk. Sigh. I get to wait until (probably) a week from Monday to play it (that will be when I get my replacement disk).
On the plus side, I've gotten in touch with my inner Man in Black very successfully this week. I think I am safely established as the official bearer of the Johnny Cash torch at my workplace. Now I just have to go and get a copy of Cash, the autobiography of Johnny Cash, by Johnny Cash. [Gratuitous High Fidelity reference.]
By the way, I am going to pre-parse my obscure references, so that no one thinks I am a complete idiot when I drop non-sequiturs all over this blog like pennies from heaven. I'm busy these days playing Medal of Honor: Allied Assault and Combat Mission: Beyond Overlord, as well as teaching myself HTML (as you can see if you visit my website). Assuming of course, I've any readers (unlikely).
Well, this has been more or less diverting. Smell ya later. [Does anyone need to be told that this is a gratuitous Simpsons' reference?]
Here goes: a rant.
The stupidest word yet invented by marketers has hit the airwaves with a vengeance in the past month. I'm talking, of course, about P'zone. Savor the word. It's a contraction of Pizza Hut Calzone. A triumph of marketing. Here's how it was created:
A mid twenties marketing geek, handsome in a thin, sexless Abercrombie and Fitch way, is sitting at his desk designing Pizza Hut menus, when the boss calls him into his office, and hands him a calzone. The kid stares at it, and says, "Hey, a calzone." The boss tells the kid, "Listen. The corporate chefs want to put this on our menu. Calzones are very big; they say home, they say old fashioned, they remind you of Mama. Now I need a stupid name for it. The dumber the better; three syllables or less-"
The kid, in a fit of inspiration: "P'zone?"
The boss says: "Perfect! Just the word; it keeps the corporate identity, and it says calzone. And it's stupid. Now, we need a campaign. We'll give you enough to hire a B-list black comic-"
The kid, excited, says, "Tommy Davidson?"
The boss: "Exactly! He's like this generation's safe version of Chris Rock, only without his rugged urban charm and with a squeaky voice. My second wife loves his stuff."
The kid breathes a sigh of relief.
The boss: "If you do this right, we'll move you up to the KFC campaign, and you can write for Jason Alexander!"
The kid kowtows his way out of the boss's room, dreaming of a successful future in advertising. Maybe, if his work on the KFC campaign pans out, he can get within fifty feet of Britney's breasts when she's working on her new Pepsi commercial without having to listen to her terrible music at one of her concerts.
And so we have the P'zone. All because androgygeek wants to advance in the world of advertising.
Well, here it is. Another day, another dollar. I spent yesterday studying some HTML, getting my learn on, and downloading a few HTML editors with tutorials and extra features. Soon I may be able to put it all to good use.
New mouse is very helpful in MOH:AA; finally beat that pesky Omaha Beach level. Still getting used to the appropriate mousing technique (have to get rid of my tendency to pick the mouse off of the table top). No further Jacobite dreams to report. Oh, and I started a website, hosting by Angelfire. I will add a link somewhere on this blog, I promise. It's not very exciting; no images of any worth yet. It'll take a few weeks.
Good morning. I am going to spend the day trying to figure out this HTML thang, maybe put up a few links or something. Dreamt that I was under arrest in 18th c. Scotland for being a Jacobite. Suspect that this is because I am reading the following: Rob Roy by Sir Walter Scott; The Marquis of Montrose by John Buchan; and Rob Roy MacGregor, by WH Murray. Will try to confirm this again tonight.
On the bright side of things, I am very pleased with my new Logitech Dual Optical Mouse (currently connected through my PS/2 port so I can keep my Gamepad hooked up through USB). I will have to either buy a keyboard with USB ports, or a PCI USB card.
Here begins the story of the Byzantine Irregulars, led by the intrepid and fearless ScipioAmericanus. The first item on our agenda will be to figure out how this all works. Once I do, I expect to add mad content.
On the list of things to do:
Publish my Manifesto on Game Manuals.
Post results of several web polls, including which X-Men I am and which Muppet I am, and just how mature I am (you may be surprised).
Produce an attractive design for said blog.
Add more content.
Content is king!
Explain the idea behind the Byzantine Irregulars.
