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Feb. 14th, 2012 06:51 amYesterday, after I brought the mail in, Mom noticed a catalog that was supposed to be placed in Mr. Sheridan's mailbox across the street. I went back to put it in his mailbox, but then noticed him right in his frontyard, and just handed it to him. He then asked me if I graduated, and I told him I had done so two years ago, and am still looking for work. He then asked me what kind of work I was looking for, and I told him I was looking for some kind of office management job. He then asked me if I'd be willing to do some work for him this coming spring for a few bucks, and I told him I'd have to talk to my parents.
I spoke to Mom about it, and she said it's a good idea. She then told me to tell Dad, and after I did so, I then told him that I'm open to some work in exchange for a bit of money if he has anything for me to do. He then had me vacuum his van out and wipe down the dashboard, windows, and a fireproof box he keeps inside it. Also took it upon myself to wipe the walls down, and offered to give the van itself a wash, but he told me that that could wait until later in the week when it's warmer out.
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Dad tuned in to Commando while flipping through the channels last night, and I joined him. During the scene where he infiltrates the compound, I commented on how blatantly incompetent all those mooks are; some miss continually even though they're only ten feet or less away from the main character (or maybe they're actually on target and the bullets are just ineffective), hesitating to attack, and even failing to notice when something's going on within earshot just because they're not facing the action visually, while said protagonist always lands a kill or so with each volley of bullets. Dad said that this is how they make movies, and it's up to viewers to suspend their disbelief.
This is actually something I've been meaning to write more about on this blog, along with some related stuff, after it came up between me and Chelle. It would be one thing if there were some kind of justification for this, like with Neo or Sonic the Hedgehog, but this movie has no such excuse. Not that I think it sucks for it, but there is no Applied Phlebotinum in it; everyone involved is a human being with a machine gun or some other weapon, and you'd think that the bad guys would know and act immediately if someone were to so much as set foot on their territory. Selective weapon effectiveness? I can accept that when I'm watching or playing something I didn't create, but it ain't gonna happen in Monster Collection Chronicles.
More about this in a separate entry.
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Today is Valentine's Day, and what better day than today to have just announced someone from Getter Love!!, a game which was gonna need some explanation given how few people know it even exists, for the Job Offers event.
I spoke to Mom about it, and she said it's a good idea. She then told me to tell Dad, and after I did so, I then told him that I'm open to some work in exchange for a bit of money if he has anything for me to do. He then had me vacuum his van out and wipe down the dashboard, windows, and a fireproof box he keeps inside it. Also took it upon myself to wipe the walls down, and offered to give the van itself a wash, but he told me that that could wait until later in the week when it's warmer out.
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Dad tuned in to Commando while flipping through the channels last night, and I joined him. During the scene where he infiltrates the compound, I commented on how blatantly incompetent all those mooks are; some miss continually even though they're only ten feet or less away from the main character (or maybe they're actually on target and the bullets are just ineffective), hesitating to attack, and even failing to notice when something's going on within earshot just because they're not facing the action visually, while said protagonist always lands a kill or so with each volley of bullets. Dad said that this is how they make movies, and it's up to viewers to suspend their disbelief.
This is actually something I've been meaning to write more about on this blog, along with some related stuff, after it came up between me and Chelle. It would be one thing if there were some kind of justification for this, like with Neo or Sonic the Hedgehog, but this movie has no such excuse. Not that I think it sucks for it, but there is no Applied Phlebotinum in it; everyone involved is a human being with a machine gun or some other weapon, and you'd think that the bad guys would know and act immediately if someone were to so much as set foot on their territory. Selective weapon effectiveness? I can accept that when I'm watching or playing something I didn't create, but it ain't gonna happen in Monster Collection Chronicles.
More about this in a separate entry.
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Today is Valentine's Day, and what better day than today to have just announced someone from Getter Love!!, a game which was gonna need some explanation given how few people know it even exists, for the Job Offers event.