When you shoot yourself in the foot

Oh boy oh boy, have I got a good low quality youtube video lined up for you. It's so old you can see the jpeg compression artifacts. Now I know what you're going to say, that I used a term that only applies to a particular format of image and not to videos, but hey, DO I LOOK LIKE I KNOW HWAT A JAY PEG IS? I JUST WANT A PICTURE OF A GOT-DANG HOT DOG! Anyway, here it is:

That was quite painful to see, right? Oh yes, with all the racially charged events that have occurred over the last few years(like the Cincinnati Zoo shooting), I just had to rub salt into an old wound, didn't I?

But there's a lesson to be learned here. We need to start asking ourselves the real questions here, in search of the deep philosophical essence that defines our humanity. 
Like, why is there suffering in this world?
Why do we as human beings perpetrate such acts of senseless violence on each other?
As one commentator on the video so succinctly pointed out, this instance is yet another example of a police officer shooting a black man for no good reason.

Lest I'm accused of merely promoting more racially charged nonsense, I am compelled to point out that in this case, the black man was armed, and he clearly shot first.

Unlike in those other cases, I'm not defending the police officer, I still think he should have lost his job for that. I'm not going to say he was acting in self defense, because that's definitely wrong. 

No, in fact it was quite the opposite. I guess you could say he was acting in....

...self offense.


YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

The dull static of helpless sanity

It's ten in the morning, I have a skull splitting headache and fifty other things I ought to be doing right about now. A perfect recipe for b-b-b-b-blogging, in fact.

December is essentially halfway over now, and I've just realized there's about 7 days left until Christmas. You know what this means, right? I've survived more than two weeks of this forsaken month without being barraged by holiday jingles and other commercial crap!

"Oh, so you're one of THOSE people, the ones that can't appreciate holiday cheer" --you

I can only assume this is the German equivalent

Yo, like you can't just say that mayne. Check your privilege.

So the question that's been gripping my mind for the better half of this month has been the future direction of this blog: Do I continue being an edgy goofball, or start doing lame crappy serious posts?
Okay, I wasn't actually thinking about that the whole month, but the answer is quite clear.
Making goofy, meme-filled posts with witty remarks takes actual creative muscle and thought, whereas in lame crappy posts I am merely repeating the events of the day.
I've decided to do a little bit of both for this post, so here's the lame crappy part. storytime start!

S'kunawald

"oh yeah aw yeah eh eh eh eh eh eh eh" -- Bruno Mars

Man, I'm feeling really tired right now and there's an ache in my neck. But I am doing this short post anyway because it's been over two(three?) months since the last time and I gotta keep this piece of crap alive so I can continue to feel ashamedproud of myself when I look back on it later. Lots of things have happened in this time, some of which are deserving of their own posts that I will hopefully make later on, including my thoughts on Gaylo 4, more IRL automobile shenanigans, and perhaps even commentaries on the mysterium xarxesalt-right if I'm feeling brave enough.

So Vine is dead now, which is a good thing I guess. I got into the cancer that is Counter-Strike GO, among other things.

My fickle gayming friend told me he was going to sleep at 2:40PM in the afternoon. Apparently he's been up "a long long long time in a place far far away" whatever that means. Aliens. Actually this is pretty hypocritical of me since I wish I could be sleeping right now too.

The gist of it is, this blog is going grimdankdark now. That's right: 

My armor is contempt

My shield is disgust 

My sword is hatred

IN THE EMPEROR'S NAME, LET NONE SURVIVE

(ayo hol' up fam, so you finna saying dat, we wuz....spehss mehreens 'n shiet?)

Hyaku Paasento Hafu Raifu

Welcome. Welcome to the majestic month of Augustus. It's a very important month to me. Why? I'll leave that up to your imagination.

Well bart? We're waiting

Anyways it has come to my attention that despite being listed as one of the topics of discussion on the About This Blog page (which grows increasingly more cringe inducing and loathsome to look at for me with every passing year), none of my blog posts have actually been about my adventures in video gaming. They've certainly implied such activities have transpired but we never really got into the meat and potatoes, so let's get farted.

Around three months ago (May 17th) I finally ascended to my rightful place in the PC Master Race by building my own computer, which I am blogging on at this very moment. That's right, I have entered the fantastical realm of 1337 PC GAMING LOLMGWTFBBQ!!!!!111ONe

HOLY TOLEDO

LAND SAKES ALIVE

HOH MY GOD

THE GRAPHICS

THE QUALITY

THE PIXELS

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay it wasn't that rad, not even in the ironic sense. The specifications are decidedly mid-range and wouldn't impress anyone who actually knows their way around computers. Like me *wink* *nudge* *subtly implies I am a knowledgeable gentleman, for you, m'lady* *chokes on leftover foam from all the rabid excitement*holy hell why do I do this to myself
But considering what I had, it's way better. What prompted me to upgrade was that half my STEEM catalogue was literally unplayable on my old craptop(which I still use when I'm on the go, it has served me well and will continue to do so for the foreseeable future). We're not even talking shitty frame rate here, that I could deal with, no, they wouldn't start up and gave an error dialog saying muh graphics not good enough. Especially Transistor, which was patently ridiculous as it's not even 3D.

Rough specs:

• ThinkChip: AMD FX-8350. It's the Black edition, whatever that means.
• Wam: G.Skill Ripjaws 16 GB DDR3. Two 8GB modules, asia is superior
• Mainboard: Asus M5A97 
• Dispray Adapter: Dell Nvidiot GTX 660. Yeah, Dell makes graphics cards too, who'da thunk?
• Storage: Sandy z400s 256GB SSD + Oceangate 1TB HDD (We're still in that awkward transition phase where everyone has two kinds of drives)
• Disc Drive: Yes, I'm a dinosaur
• Box: Carbide 200R. I need to put my name on it or some kind of distinct marking because it looks generic as hell, I've seen so many other builds that use this or something similar.
• Skreen: 27 inch(o baby) AOC 

The assembly itself was smooth and quiet. There were hardly any issues since I've been prepared to do this for literally almost a decade. I was a wee lad when I first acquired a small stash of Maximum PC magazine from 2002 and 2003. Ah, what colorful characters and vivid imagery they had. It's still being published today, but their website has sadly been subsumed by its parasitic twin, PC Gamer. Ripperoni in pepperoni. I found an archived version of one of the more famous issues if you wanna take a nostalgia trip: https://archive.org/stream/Maximum_PC_April_2002#page/n0/mode/2up

You can laugh at me if you want, but 1080p at 60FPS is kind of a new experience for me. League of Cancer runs at like 200FPS on high, props to Rito james for optimizing their piece of crap so well.
Having the OS on the SSD reduced boot time to like 12 seconds, even with it being an offbrand and not Samesung overrated. Solid State is truly the path of the future.
 
My early experiments with overclocking ended in glitching and sadness. I just run on default hardware settings nowadays so I don't have to worry about weird crap happening.

With all that off my chest, I'd like to discuss my most recent adventure: A complete 100% Achievement completion of the second installment of 50% Radioactive Decay period, on the hardest difficulty.

here's the proof, although if you really needed it you don't deserve to know me

I suppose that if I really wanted to "present" this I should have recorded it, but I didn't see the point. There's probably hundreds of video play-throughs already, what makes mine so different from all the rest?

Well actually I do recall one specific deviation. I don't know how rare it is because they don't keep track of it, but on my first run I got neither the "Defiant" nor the "Submissive" achievement. Sure, they're mutually exclusive, but it's also a false dichotomy. You may think that since the copfag's blocking your way you have to do one thing or the other in order to progress, but that's actually untrue. I didn't put the can in the trash, yet I also didn't throw it at the Metrocop. In fact, I didn't even pick it up. I had made a new friend in the form of a metal barrel carried all the way from the previous area. I just put the barrel down in front of him (presumably they are male), jumped on top of the barrel and then jumped over his head. 

Since I already knew all the puzzle solutions from a previous, non-steam playthrough I could focus more on the shooter aspect this time around. My preferred strategy is a classic, ye olde shotgun corner camp, wherein the comrades get fed up and follow me around the corner only to receive a double shotgun blast to the face. I learned that one from Frozen Synapse, which isn't even an FPS. 

So from here I could go on to 100% Episode One and Two, or screw around in the original. Or maybe even something completely different, like an axe or a spear, if you know what I mean. Anything is possible...at zombocom, widescreen edition.

Rice Sage: No

It's the thick of summertime, and I'm shivering in my t-shirt and shorts because someone wanted overcompensate on the air conditioning. 
"Why don't you just go outside?" -- you, probably
No no no, are you crazy? I must finish bringing my holy message to the good citizens of the internet! I can't be doing foolish things like going outside, I'll just put a jacket on instead. Ah, speaking of the cold...

"one giant mess" pretty much describes the whole thing

This morning I was subjected to an hour and a half of torment by the whims of some twisted mad scientist. That's right, I had to sit through yet another horrid animated feature of warm blooded creatures attempting to solve their relationship problems through cliche formulas. This is the fifth such installment of Nice Rage, entitled Smash Mouth. I was especially disappointed by the extensive appearance of the respected public figure Neil LameAss Tyson, who apparently agreed to show up to help give the film some scientific credibility despite the fact that it completely disregards pretty much every law of nature ever. He has lost all authority in my eye. 

The motives are extremely contrived and the third parties arbitrarily flip flop sides on a dime as if they were some two bit politicians. If you're going to kick all reason to the curb in favor of story, it should at least be a good story, but it isn't. Now, you might not be as jaded as I am but you will probably recognize at least one of the several generic plot formulas they are following to the letter.

 "But it's just a cartoon, what did you expect from an animated summer blockbuster for kids?" --people who actually understood the past two paragraphs

Well, there is an animated children's blockbuster in theaters now (at the time of this writing) that is actually good. I am of course referring to the Location Ascertainment of Blue Tango Charlie. I don't think I cringed even once at that whereas I was in cringe mode for half of Spice Page. So the real question is, what did I expect from another Mice Cage movie? 

Meh...here is some random stuff to occupy your time. Perhaps it will be more emotionally filling than that overextended music video. If you're into that sort of thing.

http://www.marketwatch.com/story/when-a-two-story-closet-just-isnt-enough-2016-07-30

http://imgur.com/gallery/XURum

A brief brush with mortality

This'll be a little divergence from my usual edgelord trollfest, as I feel I need to get this little story down before I forget.

I could have died last Sunday. Or, the Sunday before last. July 10th, 2016 to be exact.

Close Encounters with the dad whacker

"Haha that dog looks so autistic" --me, a couple days ago

The other day, I heard a colleague of mine say the acronym GIP, which stands for generic information system or something. But he actually said the letters out loud.

Yes. That's right. He said Gee I Pee.

I was going to say this out loud too, but then I remembered we were adults having a mature conversation. So I suppressed my laughter- very poorly I think, I have been told that I am terrible at concealing my smile.

Keeping the ball rolling

"omg...they shoulda called assassin 'killer' " --retarded friend
  
In my previous post I covered some of the moving pictures of 2015, so if you missed that you can go catch up right now by clicking the link or scrolling a long way down.

oh god what the hell are these pratchett covers

Next up are the songs of 2015. Unfortunately I'm a pleb when it comes to music, so it's gonna be all mainstream pop songs, like nothing you won't see on billboard and in the tabloids and that crap. Deal with it. Also I'm going to be a bit more serious so consider this my apology* if you aren't thoroughly confusedovertaken with gutbusting laughter. No ratings this time because I fell off the wagon almost immediately last time. Rest assured, I wouldn't post something here if I didn't think you should at least give it the best you've got a shot.

Downtown Crunk - Mars Bar
"I'm going to get nightmares from this" --family member, upon watching the music video
Fifth Harmony did a cover on this, if you're into that sort of thing. I mean, you could get cooties just from thinking about those broads. Absolutely Disgusting. Certainly not suitable for this wholesome family blog. But yeah, this jam is like a blast from the past, straight from the 90s or whatever funky era. Yer a wizard, Bruno! (and mark. o hai mark)

100% Lean meat - Lazer Feet, Mou ikkai!
Yeah I don't know if this was actually released in 2015 but it's trending so whatever. It's catchy enough, with that sort of Arabian wailing. Was at the top of the charts for most pirated song at one point. Not that I would know of such things. Fun fact: The vocalist's handle means virgin in Norse.
Personally I think Pentatonix's cover is a vast improvement, so here it is.

River Lea - Dell Computers, Inc.
I'm sure if you follow music at all you're familiar with Adelly's "Heller, itsame!". Long story short, Big face woman is very talented at turning ostensibly mature adults into huge crybabies.
[serious mode]
The seventh song in the same album (25), the "River Lea" is not nearly as well known as its frontrunner, but I found it much more moving. Truly great artists are capable of making even the most mundane occurrences seem magical, and despite its misery filled metaphor this melody has a mesmerizing, mystical touch to it. I've not seen its like in any of Adele's other pieces. Unfortunately the original audio is not available on Youtube, so I cannot share its haunting beauty with you at this time. If you happen to find it, please let me know.
[/serious mode]
9 words starting with M in a single proper sentence, score.
Shinji's trapped in a Dirac Sea, a Dirac Sea, a Dirac Sea...

*I know it's years in advance

A duality of faunic consumption

Hehe boi. We out of order now.

I may tolerate the existence of dumblr now, but that doesn't mean I'll take after them in everything they do. There will be no reblogs or straight repostings, no sir, here at Baffleton's Chungerbus we are 100% OC, baby!

"There will be no reblogs or straight repostings, no sir, here at Baffleton's Chungerbus we are 100% OC, baby!" -- me

On that note, I've noticed quite a conflict in naming here. Is this blog called One Winged Baphomet or Baffleton's Chungerbus? 

Oh. Who cares, right? What an inane question to ask myself and my proud captive audience.

"I've been literally trolled" -- a friend, after seeing this

This textual fragment was sitting in the queue since I left this brogu last July. For the remainder of this post I'll discuss some of the pop kulture of 2015. First up, the movies!

Cage of Ultron: The Nick of Time demonstrates his truly expansive acting range in this tour de force of a film, in which he plays an entire ensemble of extraordinary gentleman all on his lonesome. You just can't miss his epic Face/Off against Doctor Daniel Jackson mark 1. I give it four stars.

"Some of these images are...questionable" --b0ss

Pant-Man: A mild manner accountant (played by Dave Chappelle) has trouble "getting it up", so he does what any normal man in his position would do: he asks a mad scientist to invent a super suit to continually inject enhancement drugs into his bloodstream. The stimulation leaves him constantly out of breath, hence the moniker. I give it five inches.

This is a real movie. Unfortunately.

The Hustler: In this remake of the classic 1970s film, Matt Damon plays the character of Eliot Spencer, a hitman with a dark and mysterious past. He dances a dangerous tango with the dark underworld of Tokyo, encountering hookers, gangsters, and....League of Legends. *shudder* I give it two starchips, so it doesn't get kicked out of Duelist Kingdom.

The Chobit - Do Androids have Wet Dreams?: Technically this was first released in December 2014 and stretched into 2015, but just wait til you see the next couple entriesit'ss awwright. Anyway, this 2 hour slogfest did not have enough Cumberbitch and definitely not enough EXTREME BARREL RIDING. In fact, there was no barrel riding at all. I rate it absolutely de-de-de-sgusting.

Void Conflict - Stay Woke fam: AHAHAHAHHA HE'S JUST AN EDGY EMO KID AHAHAHAHAHA DADE IS KILL!!
Seriously though, the weberintz is already oversaturated with reviews and comments on this overrated NES-era trash so I'll leave the majority of mine as an exercise to your imagination. The ending definitely delivered though. I remember watching that scene and thinking, "this is where I would end the movie if I wanted to kick the viewers' jimmies into maximum overrustle", and you know what? IT DID. Bravo Abrams

And of course, who could forget the one and only, THE PLANE SCENE, by Bravo Nolan?
As the great masterpiece of our time, it gets the highest possible score, 4U.
 
I'll be covering the music of 2015 in my next post, because just getting this far took way too long.


Hey, you know what's really cancerous now? Vine. It's like the outdated septic tank for "black twitter".