Hi, my name is Scott, and I am a video game junkie.
I am not sure exactly when it all started, I seem to have the vague memories of sitting downstairs at a family friend’s house on New Years day, fondly playing Pong at about the age of six for a few hours, but I am not really sure if that would be the beginning of my addiction. Thinking back, I guess my addiction really started once I had a few too many hours alone with an Atari 2600 video game system given to me one wondrous Christmas morning, I played until I had blisters on my fingers, and yet was still determined to play for many painful hours afterwards, I think I was seven.
Like any good junkie, I have given up mass sums of money, easily spending tens of thousands of dollars over the years, if not hundreds of thousands to feed my insatiable need. I have forgone my health by missing many meals and exercise just to play games. I have called in sick to both school, and work just to get to the next level, and at one particularly troubled period of youth, even stole money to get my fix.
Don’t go feeling sorry for me though, have a good look at the poor kids in this next video, and the good people at Columbia House that try to help them. Spread word to your friends about this, post it in your status on whatever social networking sites you are on, and who knows, you might even save a life.
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I wish I had missed my trip to the grocery store today, had not wandered towards the magazine racks, or stopped to thumb through “Fowls Of Fortune” magazine. If only I had forgotten my wallet, or lost the book on my way back home, then I couldn’t have responded to the classified advertisement in it’s back pages, and this sinister rendezvous would not be taking place.
My stomach is sick with the realization that I will soon have blood on my hands.
Out of shadows steps a dark figure, his face creased with the memories of the many evil things he employs himself to do. With my envelope of payment, the man in white, is now destined to pay for his deeds.
The large thug speaks, pointing towards a large image of the target, pasted on the white man’s house, “So, He Killed your dad ?”
There are many different evolved and developed fighting styles in the world, through training, the students learn to see the tell tale signs of where an opponent is intending to strike, they are then trained to launch an appropriate block and counter attack. Defending themselves becomes reactionary after a time, and no thought is really necessary in such situations.
Studying fighting can bring great confidence to the student’s life against bullies who threaten them or others around them. They should not be so confident anymore though, having just watched the video below, of a new fighting style, I will call Slappy-Fu, I do not feel their tradition studies will have the proper training needed to defend against such mysterious attacks.
Enjoy !
Holy crap! Did you see the way that guy ripped the paper ?
This is a song that has been stuck in my had now for a little over two decades, one of my favorites. Wish you were here by Pink Floyd.
Enjoy!
Pink Floyd : Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue sky’s from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
And how we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
