Alright, let's get one thing straight: Screw all the people working to make bad movies that make lots of money off stupid people...this movie was superb. I don't care if Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 22%, or if Ebert and Roeper waved their overvalued thumbs in the air, Rob Zombie did the series good, and we as a people simply can't accept the fact yet. I saw this movie last night and, while I was perhaps not frightened by the movie (only video games can do that now, sadly), I was not disappointed. Most people cringed when Zombie said that he would delve into Myers' past and depict him speaking, and truth be told, I was one of them. After seeing this film, however, my mind has been pimp-slapped by a powerfist backward. While I never truly felt sorry for the young pyschopath, I could now honestly empathize with him, at least up until a point where Rob had to bow to the skank-slaughtering putzes at MGM. Long story short: good movie, watch it if you haven't, and sit on a cactus and spin if you didn't like it.

Somewhere Under the Screams

Now onto the gaming part of this little blog, I have acquired Bioshock, and being the half-way lucky individual I am, I can run the danged thing. I am impressed with the visual aesthetic, and the voice acting is just as marvelous as everyone says it is, although it can get a bit swear-heavy with some of the enemies. Luckily, I break their potty-mouths wide open with a wrench and a revolver...in the dining room. Boardgame references aside, I'm not yet sold on the combat. Plasmids are really nifty to experiment with, and the Big Daddies are Bad Muthas, but other than them, the fighting is rather ho-hum. Zap 'em in the good bits, bonk 'em over the head with a wrench. Rinse with bloody sea-water, repeat. The gist of the conversations I've seen people have about Bioshock is that it's supposed to be frightening. I'll get back to you on that, but I suppose after playing F.E.A.R. a couple times, I'm a bit desensitized to evil little girls. Speaking of which, if you ever get this game, PM me if you truly feel a twinge of guilt regarding what to do with the Little Sisters, I know I did; which is bizarre given my track record for hating small children and wishing horrendous things upon them. My choice was to either rip out the necessary ingredients out of the little hellions, which in hindsight would have really helped out the game, or get half of that amount of stuff and feel good knowing you rescued a little girl from a life of drinking the blood of the dead and hanging around walking steel mills. To your shock and amazement, I chose the latter end. Yes, call me a wuss, but the way I see it, I can always try for that alternate ending next time...

All That Glitters is Mithril Silver

Now, onto the tabletop! I've made two rather nessential purchases recently: one of metallic paints, the other of a case. Shining Gold and the aforementioned silver have made a mockery of my previous attempts at imitating metal. Tracks and treads, once decorated with Astro Grey are now glitteringly ugly silvers and beautifully gritty bronzes...oh yeah, I got that color too. Fifty-cents hardly compares to what I'm now producing from my Manufactorium...aka my dorm room. The case that now rests in said dorm room was the large case, and while a bit steep at a hundred dollars after tax, I think in the coming years it will be well worth it. No more lugging about a chess-set smashed Megaforce box as my paint slowly rubs away, now my armies will cruise about in comfort..now if only I could win a freaking game with them! Just last week I played an experienced Eldar Autarch by the name of Rick, and boy do I hate packed tables. Skimmers are a real pain, ladies and gents, and combine that with the Storm and/or Blade maneuver that allows Eldar to double their firing rate, it makes things hell on Earth. Combine that with a Jetbike mounted Autarch crunching my Dreadnoughts, let's just say I didn't fare too well. Oh well, I'm going back up tomorrow for another round with a new player...maybe that Iron Warriors gent I saw playing against a Tau. Yes, I think that's who I'll challenge. In fact I...EMPEROR'S HAIRY BACK! I didn't pack my digital camera with me, so no Battle Reports, at least not for a good few weeks. I promise I will make them, though. Don't worry, however, I did bring my Eyetoy and costume, so the vid-logs can continue unmolested. I just need to figure out my roommates habits to find out when I have enough time to film them.