And now that's over.

Congratulations on shooting yourselves in the foot. If you think one advertising campaign matters more than Jeff's contributions to your website, then you don't know how to run a website. It's as simple as that. Yes, advertising is what brings in the dollars, but entertaining content (such as that provided by Jeff) is what brought in the advertising. My days at Gamespot are as over as Jeff's and I'm fairly certain I'm not the only one who feels that way.


Those of you who wish to stay in contact may e-mail me at thesuicrat@gmail.com


Gamespot is dead, long live Jeff.

There once was a two-piece band named Hella. Every now and then, they'd get other people to collaborate with them on their work, but for the most part Zach (the drummer) and Spencer (the guitarist) did their thing together. Their music was well-received by audiences everywhere, but not by critics; "Too self-indulgent!" was the cry from all the "indie-media" zines and freepapers. Their music confused, inspired, enraged, enlightened, and all sorts of other verbs; but they remained relatively low-key. Then one day, 3 new members joined Hella: a bassist, a keyboardist, and a vocalist. Their audiences were frightened, then intrigued, then excited; and when the first album from the new definition of Hella dropped, millions of other verbs were synthesized!

Yes, Hella has a new album, and a new configuration; and my GODLESSNESS is it brilliant! As I implied, I was kind of worried when I found out Hella was adding a full-time vocalist; after seeing the monstrosity Zach Hill takes part in with the lead singer of the Deftones, I was afraid that Zach's drumming would be overshadowed by the vocals, but the lyrics of There's no 666 in Outer Space (the new album) complement the whole experience superbly! Hella's new album might even be their best yet, and while critics will still most likely not be able to get their heads around songs like "The Ungrateful Dead" and "Anarchists just wanna have fun", any lover of music and musicians who express themselves with their skill and devotion to their craft will be able to appreciate them. I highly reccomend everyone out there give the new Hella a chance. It took serious guts to evolve their sound the way they did, and they pulled it off!

First of all I need to acknowledge that I just, for the first and last time -- for now -- broke the rule of English grammar onto which I have held so fervently for so long. I'm sorry, me.

Anyways...

I had just for the first time, pulled off a nearly impossible manoeuvre in F-Zero GX (great game by the way, maybe I'll write a review of it some day.) when I realized something. I'm on the verge of a first year English/Humanities double major at York University. And I realized I am good at racing... in video games. I realized at that moment the scope of that statement: I'm not just good at racing games, I'm good at:
- Platformers
- Turn-based strategy games
- Puzzle games
- et cetera...
And shamefully inept at being an adult. Gamespot's summary of my incomplete games collection (I've purchased and sold a dozen or so since I last bothered to update it.) puts it at about $2 000 US. Unlikely. First of all, I don't hate the interesting stories in some of the best games I've played: Everything from Eternal Darkness to Earthbound, and those are probably among my most valuable games, but I would never sell them. I don't regret the fun I've had in multiplayer games like Smash Bros. and Mario Kart. But, well, they can't all be gold.

Only in a relatively up-beat outcome of the shape of the future of western economies, the likelihood of the value of a person to impart knowledge upon future generations to the domestic market is rather low. Even with that, I inescapably will have to spend my first decade at least in the system I went through in eventual horror. Public Education in this city is in a rut. And across the province, if the standard textbooks and curricula of provincial secondary schools is any indication.

Fortunately, to modern liberals, Liberals, and New Democrats; the concept of "standardized education" doesn't jibe with their blind, utopian view of their ideal society. And because of the indoctrination students receive regarding post-secondary life, the universities are full and there is a high, unmet demand for new tradespeople. I am supposed to be a prison guard/baby sitter to these young cookie-cutter minds (especially if daycare -- "the first great social program of the next generation" said Paul Martin -- ever becomes law), and a person like me has to prepare them to be the product of an inflated University education, just like I'm about to be.

No, I'm not dropping out of University before I start, I've made too much of an investment to cut and run now (god damn the over-use of that idiosyncrasy) I'm going to be a teacher, ride this wretched public system until the concept of social-democratic government collapses on itself and/or terrorism.

I'd move to the U.S. and establish my own school there, or some existing privately-run school; but there would always be the risk of losing that property to a construction company who wants to build a prison or arms factory there. After all, the "knock at your door could be next." As the Objectivists seem to have unfortunately dropped. For god's sake, those half-wit "pro-lifers" are all over that Roe V. Wade decision, and they're making in-roads; you can't do the same with an ethically correct challenge to established Law? Rand would be all over that, yo!

Look Peikoff, I understand why you gave up on Canada, it's not a hard thing to want to give up on, but you can't rightfully remain the president of the Objectivist Institute and all the moral implications of such a position, and not mount a serious challenge to eminent domain

So look, I'm supposed to be a teacher, and I think America is too socialistic for me. What the hell am I supposed to do teaching teenagers in the public system in Monarcho-Socialist Canada? I have five or so years to figure that out. On second thought, that should be plenty of time.