Grabbin' Beers

Normally, I try to keep things 'round jere clean and Web-friendly.

Well, not today. You've been warned.

Today, after my final exams, I'm going home. Then, I'm going to take a nap. Then, I'm going to start drinking. Then, I'm going to play some Left 4 Dead 2 'til my thumbs won't move anymore. Then I'm going to get laid.

One of the above comments is false (hint: it involves coitus).

I have a whole case of Miller High Life and a strong desire to feed the needy. With lead. And by needy, I mean uppity zombies in need of an asswhoopin'.

I'll see ya tonight on L4D2 on Xbox Live. If I don't doze off again after drinking...

Fall Retrospective

The last column of November is up at WesternHerald.com. It's a fall retrospective of the releases and industry news of the past two months.

There are only two columns left in the year. While the column will be around in 2010, it's amazing how fast the fall went. I pains me that I can't do any big, ambitious columns until January; term projects are starting to pile up. Among them are a Web page, a finishing and bindery scrapbook, and several term papers.

I have been playing video games waaay too much considering how much work I have to do. But that's senioritis for ya.

This week's column

It's a bit misclassified on the Western Herald website right now, but this week's column is up. If you are interested in the reasoning behind my boycott of "Left 4 Dead 2", here's your explanation.

Left 4 Don't

Friends, I hated the demo for "Left 4 Dead 2." I hated it so much, in fact, that I am considering not purchasing a retail copy.

However, I encourage you to try the Xbox 360 demo. You will be amazed by the horrible framerate, aghast at the dated graphics, floored by the tacked-on qualities that make "Left 4 Dead 2" an overpriced mod instead of a true sequel.

Chances are you won't find it as offensive as I did. After all, I hated the new "Star Trek" movie while everyone else loved it. So maybe you'll look past L4D2's faults and love it anyway. I'll be left with the bitter realization that my worst fears about a slapped-together sequel may just come true.