Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

Someone asked me how I could believe in a higher power and not believe in “God”.

Conversation as follows.

Me: Name something you’re good at.
Him: Drawing.
Me: Name someone better than you.
Him: You.
Me: Name someone better than me.
Him: Edward Aldrich.
Me: Name someone better than him.
Him: I dunno, Van Gogh?
Me: And then there’s someone better than him, and then better than that person. These people are going to be better than other people at other things, too. Eventually, you’ll come across someone who’s better than everyone else at everything. That is the higher power, though he would not be the Christian God, or Muslim Alah, or any other idea of God.

Toad just reminded me how much I hate Rare for changing Joanna. The image gallery he linked to reminds me of a porn shoot.

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I loved Perfect Dark. It was the greatest game ever, and that was partially because the main character was not a fucking bimbo. Joanna was a competent agent, short haired, skilled, and forceful. She was NOT someone who’d look good in a playboy bunny suit with anti-gravity breasts. In-game, her figure was normal. Average. But the marketing, and now the redesign, put her more disproportionate than Barbie Dolls.

It really disgusts me. I was going to buy an X-Box because of Perfect Dark, but now . . . Now I don’t want to buy anything from Rare at all.

They’d better change the name of the series, because that thing is not Joanna.

I don’t want to deal with either one of them, but only one of them respects my wish to be left out of it. The other keeps trying to drag me into it.

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I moved to Chicago because I hoped to mingle with other cultures and learn more about the world.

I get stuck with people who have no idea what culture is.