Let's cut to the chase. I don't have time to expand on this in an all out article at the moment. Maybe later.

I was reading a review for a game that just came out and the closing paragraph jumped out at me and tried to steal my wallet and tax money!

The Quote:

"I really think Ubisoft has a potential franchise on its hands with this one. I like the formulas in place and love the characters. Here's hoping it sells well so that we can see more of the Rabbids beyond the confines of mini-game compilations."

He said what!?

Read the bold! Read the bold!

Here we have clear evidence that game journalists work for the man. Why would a game journalist want to see a formula driven franchise sell? I though game journalists where supposed to objectively (more or less) let us know what is worth playing or nor. Since when do these reviewers love formula driven derivative garbage that sells sells sells!?

Enough for now. Later I get really mad!

First, Nutella had to die on me, and now this! When will it end!

War!

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For those who don't know the difference between franchise and series, read my previous article.

Franchise has a clear connotation.

This morning I cracked open a new jar of Nutella. It had been nearly a month since I last had some. I was famished. I poured myself a tall glass of extra creamy organic milk and made some toast.

The toaster jumped and I put the bread on a plate, took out a knife and stuck it into the jar of Nutella.

Something wasn't right. Something was definitely wrong.

Something was fundamentally out of whack and I could tell right off the bat.

The hazelnut paste was no longer as consistent. It was no longer thick and heavy. It was almost mooshy. It was castrated! It was not the same old Nutella I knew and loved.

I spread it on the bread and was able to confirm my suspicions with just one bite.

Nutella is dead.

They changed the recipe. It is now as hollow as the generic brand that sits on the shelf beside it and sells at a discounted price.

I am a saddened man today…

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Spaghetti Westerns, man! Have you guys ever seen this movie? You must! Go rent it or buy it or whatever!

See it!

This movie not only reinvented the western genre, it revitalised the action movie genre and redefined the action hero too!

It is a must see! Go now!

Look up Sergio Leone.

Peace

Letters to the editor…

I poured myself a bowl of crunchy cereals and topped it off with a few layers of cornflakes. I like to mix things up in the morning. I like to live dangerously. I know, I know…I'm bad like that. I drowned the whole thing with the skimmed milk that my parents buy even though nobody likes it, including the cat. I start munching and crunching away and notice that the local newspaper is sitting on the kitchen table right in front of my myopic eyes. I manage to squint at the words "Letters to the editor."

The second letter really struck me as idiotic. The kind of idiotic I usually shield myself against by not watching TV or reading the paper, but there it was…unbridled idiocy in all its holy glory. Watch this man as he uses his brain and watch the newspaper editor as he publishes this idiotic statement.

"I received a parking ticket for $52. That represents a near 25 percent increase from the previous $42 cost of forgetting to move your car or load up on a parking meter. Before this ticket I considered myself an avid recycler and someone who was concerned about the environment. In the future perhaps I will no longer be such an avid recycler. That goes for saving energy or cutting back on waste unless it has a direct effect on my wallet. As far as I am concerned, I have paid my $52 ticket, and I have paid my dues."

!!!

What!?

Does this man think he's blackmailing the city or something?

Take that, city! Here's what I think of your ticket! No more recycling for me!

If I'm expected to abide by the simple parking and driving laws, you can't charge me 25 percent more, unless you want to push me over the edge and have me do something absolutely radical that will hurt you in the most significant of ways…unless you want me to…(extreme tension erupts)…stop recycling! Mwahahahaha!