CRS
Chandler, Arizona, United States

There's an old saying. If you don't want someone to join a crowd, you ask them, "If everyone were jumping off of a cliff, would you?" Well, I have. So my answer would be "Yes". True story.
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What It Will Be Like When I'm Old And Have Alzheimer's

Monday, May 21, 2012

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Good morning Mr. Waites! You look good this morning! How are you?


Now see, Nirvana wasn't just a rock band. We had rock bands back then. Motley Crue. Poison. Just the year before Nevermind, a band called Warrant had a hit song called Cherry Pie! Nirvana wasn't just a rock band, though, they weren't just singing about excess and nonsense, they were a completely different sound, an angrier sound, and even if the lyrics didn't make a literal sense, that howl that Kurt Cobain had made it feel like whatever he was saying, he meant it, that this was a band with earnest, that all the kinds of glamor of the previous sets of band that had dominated music for so long were officially over.


Yes Mr. Waites. Now let's get up and stretch a little bit. Good, good. Okay now, would you like some breakfast?


The "Smells Like Teen Spirit" video didn't just introduce a new sound to the world, it also introduced new styles! The punk rock cheerleaders that the camera immediately starts on were, in the eyes of mainstream America, somewhat frightening in their turning such a traditional image of Americana upside-down, but it also slyly winked at the audience, a wry sense of humor shining through showing that what you were about to see wasn't what you were used to. Indeed, as singer Kurt Cobain mumbled through the lyrics and screamed, you never even got a clear shot of his face, leaving a sort of mystery about him, creating a sort of atmosphere of change effortlessly. Along with that opening riff, which raised hairs on the back of your neck, "Smells Like Teen Spirit" could not help but throttle the viewer into saying aloud, "What the hell is happening here?"


That's right, Mr. Waites. Alright, now that we've finished your breakfast, let's get up and start moving around the room. That's right, very good Mr. Waites. Take long, but sure steps. Don't slouch. Very good! You're doing very good this morning. Oh, your granddaughter has called and plans on coming by this afternoon to see you. Won't that be fantastic?


When you take a look at a game like Mass Effect, it initially appears to be a series of influences that are all immediately recognizable. It takes the science fiction genre such as Star Trek, with its imagery of aliens, space flight, and laser blasters, and combines it with cover-based third person shooting, a popular genre of gaming at the time. But what you didn't see in a game with space marines and alien shooting was such intricate and well written dialogue. Bioware had by that point become known for its conversation system and excellent light/dark morale system dynamic, but never before had it been implemented with so much impact, and certainly not in a type of game where you had active, shooting based mechanics. Mass Effect 2's efforts to tighten up the shooting further emphasized that this was a game that could compete with the big dogs, games such as Gears of War or Modern Warfare, but that its excellent interpersonal relationships put it in a league of its own.


You're doing a real good job, Mr. Waites! You know, out of all my patients, you're the one I enjoy coming to the most. You're always so full of spirit!


I saw my first pair of boobies when I was only 15. That might seem like a young age right now, but out of my closest friends, I was definitely behind. Still, what a set of boobies they were. They weren't particularly large, she might have worn a C-cup, but only because a B-cup was a little tight on her, and certainly not because she filled it. Still, her supple skin and perky, pink nipples seemed to sing this alluring song of young love, which more than made up for her boobies' lack in size.
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with love from CRS @ 2:04 PM 

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