A Top 10 For All To See - Part II

Damn Straight!

I'm thinking of redecorating this place, you know? Maybe put a nice new wallpaper up, switch the color scheme up some. Generally just make things look more presentable. That will be an ongoing project until NHL 11 and Reach come out. And if you drop by and everything looks like shit, Don't Worry! It's just me.

So last week I posted my top 10 video games of all time. Well, sort of. I cut it off halfway through. (Here, if you missed it.)  Otherwise, it would have been an extremely verbose post that I seriously doubt anyone would have finished. Plus, I had other stuff to write. And also people came over. And by people I mean relatives. Time was at a premium.



Here is the final 5 of the top 10 after the jump.

What's in a Loss?

Anyone who has been following the Capitals for at least five years knows how to tolerate failure.  Well, maybe not tolerate, but certainly accept.  I mean, it is not as if we have any other choice in the matter.  Like most Caps fans (except a certain few, everlasting pessimists), we thought that the 2009-2010 season was going to be different.  We had a glimmer of hope that this could be the season.

It wasn't.  Simple as that.  Some people want to blame Halak, others want to blame Boudreau.  Most Pens fans blame Ovechkin.  I have yet to understand all these individuals being blamed for a team sport.  It isn't like anyone scored on their own net in overtime (*Cough*Boyle*Cough*).  It was a team failure, for sure.

The regular season, sure, it was fine.  A team that racks up 121 points is a good team, for sure.  But jog back you memory a little.  How many of those overtime wins did the Capitals only decide to start playing in the middle of the third period?  How many time did they sit comfortably with a lead in the first and watch it slip away?  How many games did the team act like skill, and skill alone, would help them prevail?  Too often.  I would wonder how that fares in the regular season versus the playoffs.

A Top 10 For All To See

It can bring utmost joy or terrible shame. In one way or another, it has been a part of human civilization since the beginning. It's something that I have been doing for years. And almost every guy does it and is self-conscious about it. Hey, even some girls too. No, I'm not talking about "THAT." I'm talking about gaming, so pull your mind out of the gutter and look at this list of my top ten games.

Now this is a pretty eclectic list.  I enjoy a lot of different genres and playing styles.  First Person Shooters, Role Playing Games, Flight Sims, Racing, Real-Time Strategy, MMORPG, Turn-Based Strategy, Rhythm, Mystery; I have played them all and had fantastic and terrible times in each.  This will also be from multiple consoles and systems.  Note: I don't have a PS3, cause I can't afford one, so there will probably be a lack of games from the PS3. I did have a PS2 however, it was our first DVD player.  Then we broke it.  Got it repaired.  Broke it again.  We were mean to that PS2.

So here is the top 10 after the jump.

€atalytic

So there is a contest going on right now by Linkin Park where you can remix one of their new songs and possibly get onto their new album. I decided to enter the contest. Just thought I would toot my own horn a little and post my submission here.



And the link to vote at: Here at Indabamusi.com

The Evolution of a Song

Lots and lots of tracks and samples.

So, today I went through some of my old recordings searching for some illusive lost gem. What I ended up doing was going through a butt-load of my old recordings on Pro Tools and laughing at myself because, either, the sound quality was so abysmal, or, because the songs were just sooooooo bad. And I mean really bad. It is one of those times when you listen to a song and say "Please tell me I didn't write that. I did? God dammit!"

But I was also amazed at some of the stuff I found. Especially one piece that I had done for a project in my first year of college. What was even stranger is that I still happen to have about 9 different revisions of the song in my iTunes. I decided to start from the earliest and work my way up.

Now let me explain this project first. For the assignement we were give a set of 53 musical patterns known as In C. This semi-aleatoric piece was composed by Terry Riley in 1964 and is supposed to be played by a large ensemble of about 35 musicians. The musicians are supposed to just jump in randomly while a constant C is played on the piano. (Thanks Wikipedia!! I could not remember all of that.) You can listen to an original recording here, though, I would, in no way, suggest that you listen to more than about 1 minute and a half of it. As well an explanation of the piece with the separate musical score can be seen here.

Taking a Step Back

Ever get the feeling that something just isn't going to be good? It is a very unnerving feeling. I hate this feeling. I'm fearful of what my future will be if I take the step. I have the unwavering feeling that it is a step backwards, though, instead of forwards.

At the moment, I am unemployed. It isn't because I want to be unemployed, or that I don't want to work, but if I do find a job, I want it to be something that helps me move forward. My interests are in history, research, study, ancient societies, long ago ancient battles, and writing. The direction that I am being pushed in is not towards those, but most likely away. I fear that taking the wrong job can seriously hurt my chances of fulfilling any dreams I once had or do currently have. I know that I won't get instant fulfillment of my ideal career, but I can't even seem to get a step in the right direction. The only thing that seems to be helping me in any regard towards my goals is my degree and not even because it is in the exact area, but because it gave me the experience and the opportunity to find something that I actually enjoy and that I believe I can do.

The Joys of Sleeping In and Job Hunting

Now, those of us who are unemployed, or, at least, do not work full time, know that sleeping in is one of the best parts of the day. In fact, it may only be rivaled by falling asleep. Who doesn't like just laying down in a half-conscious, unstressed state where the only questions are why is it so cold and where is that light coming from? I was partaking of such a session this morning. There was some light sneaking in through the bottom of my door and the window shades that threatened my docile state, but I was wholly unworried about interruption.

Like this, but, you know, it would be me. On a futon. And without that weird bluish blanket.

Then came a siren like wail that pierced the silence. Though only half closed, my eyes quickly shot open scanning my unkempt room for the source of the disturbance. Working in concert with my booming ears, my eyes finally settled on the cell phone laying next to my pillow, where I had left it to charge the night before. On the screen was a number I did not know.