In other words, Batman.

This is the best video I could find of the game. It's actually much MUCH cooler. The guy who played this was a total noob. If you string your combos together nicely, the combat gets even cooler, check it out, but expect the real thing to be much cooler:
Not only is this the best XBOX game I've played in months, it's also the best comic-based game and best batman game I've ever seen. It isn't based on any of the movies, but on the comics, just the way I like it.
What else is there...
My tanks? Tiger II progress is pretty good. Pics on the other blog once it's finished.
My friends? Are awesome. Had a visit from Kuks, a birthday from(?) Ian, a zombie massacre with Eu Chuan, a therapeutic jam session with Jack and Dave, an emo talk the night before my math test with Zeke, a creepy lunch conversation with Gabs(I'm not sure that happened, because he suddenly disappeared before I got to my point), a lesson on how to take it like a man by Julian. That last bit was Company of Heroes related, thankfully.
There probably was more than just that paragraph of friend-related thingamajigs this week. I remember something about a McDonald's drive-thru but I'm boycotting McDonald's, so even mentioning McDonald's is against my principles. Wait, wha..?
I like driving now. Anyone who has ever driven a Honda City should know that only a Honda City can do what it does. Stupid old me JUST realized the '7-speed mode' button unleashes a friggin gearbox monster. If I have to die behind the friggin wheel, this is probably the car I want to die in. Preferably alone, I don't want anyone giving me the finger for killing them when I get drag down to hell.
I don't know if I should elaborate on any of this week's events. They all meant a little something to me, but I know if I dedicate a paragraph to any one of them, I'll have to either sit here typing away the whole night or leave something out. I'll settle this the same way I always do.
Indifference!
Yay to everything and everyone.
But I really want to talk about a little something. And NO, this does not belong on another blog, it belongs right here, where everyone can see it.
To me, there are always at least two ways to judge something. I call the first way face-value, that is, just seeing what's on the surface. The second way is much harder to name, because I don't believe in absolute truths, just truths that seem absolute to us humans. I'll just call it inside-value.
It applies for everything and everyone. Patrick Bateman, from American Psycho, said that "inside doesn't matter". Because most people don't bother looking beyond the surface of anyone or anything. For a long time, that made a lot more sense to me, and it still does, in a way.
Then I noticed that there actually are a lot of people who actually avoid judging by face-value. They aren't all very famous or popular or whatever. I'd like to think I'm somewhere in between, because I obviously have preference for certain things(like Batman, heavy metal, stuff like that) but I also dismiss many, many forms of art or culture by looking at their face-value.
This could all mean nothing, because obviously opinion comes in and destroys any truth value that inside-value might have. Not just your own opinion, but the opinion of other people.
What I'm trying to say is:
Nothing is true, and everything is permitted. There isn't such a thing as the ultimate form of art or ultimate genre of music, or ultimate art. People too are never uber. The only way for there to be a perfect anything is if all opinion was eliminated. In other words, brainwashing an entire population to only think in one way.
Wow, that actually sounded more pointless out in text than it did in my head. I should stop now.
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