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Sorry. Got jammed up with, ummm…work. Yeah, that’s it.

I definitely wasn’t playing Far Cry 4 what I bought myself for my birthday, prancing around the Himalayas with Booboo, my trained attack tiger.

You don’t get the tiger all the time. Just when you’re in Shangri La, which may or may not be a drug induced state.

It’s basically the identical game as Far Cry 3, except instead of being a white boy running around killing black men on a Caribbean island, you’re a Tibetan boy running around killing Tibetan men in a mountainous backwater. I never read game reviews, but I’d be amazed if they didn’t get lots of criticism for the first one for the skin color thing (though they didn’t take out the part where you kill endangered species for their skins so you can make useful fashion accessories).

Anyway, it’s very pretty and very fun and I definitely wasn’t playing that instead of doing whatever it is I should have been doing.


Comment from Nina
Time: May 29, 2015, 12:53 am

We who do not game are forced by circumstances to waste our time doing productive stuff like sewing, gardening, auto maintenance, etc.

You don’t know how lucky you are!

Just found out yesterday that the grandbaby due in October is a grandson. Shopping for boy stuff as we speak. Much postage to Norway is forseen this summer, jes’ sayin’.

Have fun with yer tiger, Stoaty!

Comment from Stark Dickflüßiᵹ
Time: May 29, 2015, 1:04 am

Umm, the whole point of vidja games is doing shit you can’t do in real life. Like flying airplanes like a idiot & not dying, or beating the piss out of mumble-mouthed faggots who hang out in the alley smoking weed & skipping school. And loud talkin. Shit, if these fucking coloureds don’t stop with their loud talking I’m gonna end up in jail for murder.

Comment from .
Time: May 29, 2015, 4:07 am

In my +4 decades of dealings with Nubians, Hottentots and Bantus, I found that the very rarest feat of humanity they can accomplish is consideration for anything else than their base and immediate urges.
You want the quiet jigs, you may find them in some video games. Probably after the spear already went through them a while back.
Am amazed at video game fans, I guess it takes a mindset that has an itch scratchable by a game. Once you tasted the real deal, it is like spray painting a stack of cardboard red in the middle in the hopes of evoking the thrill of steak.
I was, however, titillated by SWeasel’s tweak with game chickens that towered on pillars of air. My my does the time fly by.

Comment from dissent555
Time: May 29, 2015, 10:20 pm

heh, heh. nice kitty …

Comment from Sigivald
Time: June 3, 2015, 8:59 pm

n.b. Far Cry 3 takes place in SE Asia, not the Caribbean.

You can tell from the, er, tigers, for one thing.

I mean, it’s understandable to think it might be the Caribbean, but it’s nowhere-in-particular-in-Indonesia/Malaysia.

Also explains all the Aussie accents.

(I suspect they didn’t get much heat for it because you are, after all, fighting on behalf of a native liberation movement against a white colonialist slaver…)

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: June 3, 2015, 9:20 pm

But the bad guys were full-on blacks with Jamaican accents. And the good guys were, like, South American browns of some flavor.

I’m not doubting you. You sound like you know what you’re talking about. But they sure muddied the stereotypes if that was supposed to be off the coast of Viet Nam or something.

Comment from Sigivald
Time: June 4, 2015, 9:29 pm

Naw, the good guys were polynesians, if you look close. They all look like Hawaiians/Samoans.

I don’t know why the “pirate” faction were all black dudes with some Jamaican accent, though…

(And the second-half bad guys, the hardcore armored Privateers, were mostly Aussie-tinged anglos.

I can only assume the “pirates” are meant to be local hangers-on?)

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