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My take on the video game censorship debate can be summed up in a single quote.
"If Mommy and Daddy are too stupid to understand 'M - MATURE' means don't buy it for a five-year old, how did they figure out how to 'insert Tab A into Slot B' to make the five-year old in the first place? ... Should such parents really be raising kids in the first place?"
- Scott Twining, SegaWeb, on the AAFP proposal to color-code ESRB labels. |
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| Posted by a very empowered MadDog
on Thursday September 28, 2000 at 3:42 PM - 1 comments |
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So Cathy Freeman won the Gold in the Women's 400m...
Big fat hairy deal...
Sorry, but I'm going to take what I know will be an unpopular standpoint on this issue and say "Enough with Cathy bloody Freeman, already...". Sure, she won a Gold Medal. Hoo-bloody-ray. But why has there been so much rejoycing over something that was bound to happen anyway? Everyone knew that Cathy was going to win, especially after her nemesis, Marie-Jose Perec, mysteriously dropped out of the Games. Fine. Go ahead and have a bit of a celebration. But just dont go overboard. There was never a celebration on this big a scale for any of the other equally-worthy Gold Medalists. What about Nathalie Cook and Kerri Pottharst's winning Gold in the Beach Volleyball? Or our women's Water Polo team? Grant Hackett? There wasn't even close to this amount of joy when Thorpy, Klim and Co. won Gold in the Men's 4x100m relay.
I'm not saying don't celebrate Cathy's win. Just celebrate our Medalists equally, Gold or otherwise. Dont just be impressed by a name you know. Be impressed by the achievements that these people have reached. |
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| Posted by a very angsty MadDog
on Tuesday September 26, 2000 at 11:07 PM - 0 comments |
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I spent WAY too much time on this | We were watching the great Manga release, Ninja Scroll, the other day and as you would know if you've seen the film, they seem to go through an awfully insane amount of ninja throwing stars and one villain utilised a special type of ninja-thread-string-thing weapon which also doubled as a long distance communication device. This lead Hatch and I to wonder where the hell they got all of these devices. There would have to be some kind of Ninja-Mart where your friendly neighbourhood ninja could stop off on his way home from ninjing to pick up some daily supplies. Clerk: "Hiya. Welcome to Ninja-Mart. What can I get ya?" Ninja: "Oooh.. gee... lets see... I'll have a 50-pack of shurikens, umm... twenty - no, make that thirty metres of Ninja String, a loaf of bread, and a tub of 'I Cant Believe It's Not Ninja Butter'." |
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| Posted by a very inquisitive MadDog
on Thursday September 14, 2000 at 9:59 PM - 0 comments |
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Got an email yesterday with a bit of positive feedback from Kiyote, and he writes: "G'day, tis Kiyote... Just like to say you have like a ripper of a website u gots yerself goin there....
Extremely funny, its like exhilirating....
It's like how they say life is like a circle, which is bullshit, its a square...
Goin in one direction, then turning and going in another direction
just like your site!
Keep up zee good work MikeyMan...
Kiyote the glorious blind website critic..."Thanks buddy. May your toeses always smell like roses to your noses. |
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| Posted by a very proud MadDog
on Thursday September 14, 2000 at 3:32 PM - 0 comments |
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I was driving along during my lunch break today and I turned to zen and had the following conversation.
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You know, I got to thinking last night about the effect it would have on the world if I just suddenly disappeared. |
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Well I, for one, would be pretty pissed off, seeing as you're driving the car and all... |
It kinda puts things in perspective, doncha think? |
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| Posted by a very alive MadDog
on Wednesday August 16, 2000 at 5:02 PM - 0 comments |
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| Posted by a very confuzzled MadDog
on Monday August 14, 2000 at 3:26 PM - 1 comments |
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This is how lazy I am...
- I wish that there were ropes hanging from the ceiling wherever there are chairs. I hate getting up once I've sat down. Some kind of rope mechanism from the celing would enable me to pull myself to my feet much easier. Failing that, I could employ a small but strong dwarf to follow me around and give me a pull up whenever I needed to stand.
- I hate doing the laundry... Thats why I own over 20 pairs of boxer shorts. I run out of boxer shorts, I do the laundry. That's the way I like it. Gracie can't stand it. She likes to do the laundry, like, twice, maybe three times a week sometimes. Now I'm living on my own again for most of the week, the laundry only gets done once a week, when Gracie comes home on the weekends. Thats fine with me... She washes them, and I hang them up. I prefer to hang them up. I'm kinda picky (read: anal) when it comes to hanging the clothes up. I have a system... pants go here, shirts go here, socks go in this row, my socks to the left, yours to the right... You get the picture. I also like to hang clothes in a way that would least neccesitate an ironing afterwards. I hate ironing.
- My staple diet is snags in bread, instant pasta, frozen pizza, and SPC beans and spag on toast. Dont ge me wrong, I love to cook, and I am a good cook... really... I just get up and think "Hmm... I could make that risotto I saw in the magaizine, or maybe try the chicken and pesto that Geoff Jantz made on Burke's Backyard the other week... maybe bake a pie... ... Ahh, f*ck it. Cheese jaffles it is.
There's probably more... If I think of anything else, I'll add it in the next couple of days. |
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I just found this cool site called Rate My Face where people can upload a mug-shot and have it given a rating from 1 to 10 by other members. Straight away I shot to number 4 on the list, but since then I've slipped to number 10. Join up and vote for me if you like. If you do, drop me an email and I'll return the favour by sending a vote your way. Check out my profile now! |
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| Posted by a very gorgeous MadDog
on Thursday August 3, 2000 at 4:53 PM - 0 comments |
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To the f*cker that stole my ICQ number, You thought you were clever. You thought you had some kind of 'leet talent. You thought you were sooo cool for being able to steal a couple of ICQ numbers and get away with it. Well you were wrong. You were sloppy. You forgot to cover your tracks, and now you're back at square one. Watch your back, bub. May a thousand Klingon drednaughts obliterate your outhouse. Mikey.
Dear Mirabilis, You have restored my faith in my fellow man. Thankyou for listening to us and thanks for coming through with the goods at just the right time when I needed it. Luv Mikey. |
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| Posted by a very resentful MadDog
on Sunday July 30, 2000 at 5:38 PM - 0 comments |
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Apparently, little girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Well then, riddle me this... Why do most people after tasting something rather spicey make a face and say "That's bloody terrible!". My take on it is that while girls may contain a lot of nice things (the word 'boobies' springs to mind) theres still that little bit that leaves a bad taste in your mouth, and makes you think "Well, that's just not right.".
More to the fact, I was actually led to believe that little girls were made from blood, bone, sinew and other organic materials. At least this was the case the last time I cut one open... Just joking folks... Get over it!. A far cry from the sweetners and condiments of the afformentioned nursery rhyme.
And what of little boys? They appear to be some kind of hybrid creation being pieced together from slugs, snails and puppy dog's tails. Who's making these little boys? I imagine that there's some mad professor out there performing bizzare experiments, hence populating the world with tiny male humans... Ummm... either that or they come about as a result of their parents having sex... whatever... |
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| Posted by a very annoyed MadDog
on Wednesday July 5, 2000 at 12:46 AM - 0 comments |
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