Saturday, February 28, 2009

Unspeakable Hilarity

Friday, February 27, 2009

My Goings-Abouts on Virtual DJ

Lately, I've gotten into some Virtual DJ remixing, and this is what I've done

(Personally, I'd say I'm more proud of the bottom one)

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Battlefield 1943 Impressions

Battlefield 1943 Pictures, Images and Photos

Considering that I'm what one might call a Battlefield afficiando among small circles, particularly's message boards, Battlefield 1943 is a game that I don't exactly know what to expect from. Battlefield: Bad Company, a console-exclusive first-person shooter [released August of last year], was a game that seemed entirely based around destructable environments. By my perspective, it was a horrendous game that had so few redeemable qualities other than the unique destructibility offerings.

For better or for worse, Battlefield 1943 is also based on the Frostbite engine; the same one that Battlefield: Bad Company was based on. Let's just hope there's more variation than miles and miles of sparse land and uniform destruction throughout what seemed to be all the buildings and structures.

Given that Battlfield 1943 will also be on PC, I can only hope to see more powerful weapons than those of Battlfield: Bad Company's; Also, the ability to lie down would be rather nice.

Battlefield 1943 Pictures, Images and Photos

Wishful thinking for this new Battlfield...

Monday, February 16, 2009

Just a thought: The way I like to top off a weekend

By the end of a sleepy weekend, I feel I need to do a few last things that I meant to that would ultimately make my weekend feel complete. Otherwise, I would feel I lived through an unsatisfying weekend; regret the wasted time, reflect, and get up in the middle of the night to do so. I find posting on's message boards most satisfying... blah blah blah.

I have a certain unofficial OCD-type obsession that I must make use out of my weekend, or I feel uncomfortable for some reason.

I honestly don't know why I'm telling you this -- if there is anyone anyway.

That's probably why my writing here is so convoluted. I'm writing to myself.

If anyone's here, show yourself in the form of a comment. If not, this will continue to be my mainstay for a public diary regardless.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

There will be a time...

Where I will no longer aspire to be great;
No longer aspire to be admired;
No longer linger in obscurity;
No longer be modest with my craft;
No longer be deplored by the world;
No longer deemed 'insane';
No longer waiting to take the next step;
No longer waiting for that faithful moment;
No longer remember how it felt to admire;
No longer be filled with discontent;
No longer driven with the desire to be famous;
No longer associated with my past;
No longer seek attention;
No longer defined by my actions of the past, but rather, my actions of the now.

Oh, how I wish to become a great writer.

By: Michael Lenoch