rien ne pèse tant
que un secret.

As faithful as it has been, Blogger gets on my nerves sometimes. And sometimes you see a sexier, better poontang around. Wow, that just made me sound internet slutty. Anyway, I'm knocking this one out... both blogs actually and starting somewhere else.

Goodbye Blogger, hello Tumblr.

I just finished Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood.

I haven't been writing here mostly cause there hasn't been much going on and I don't want to crowd this with Assassin's Creed stuff... mostly.

Occasionally, Ubi does something that makes me gush (seeing Copernicus and Machiavelli mentioning a book he wanted to write for Ezio - gold star if you can guess which one) but the bar has now been set. Driving Leonardo's war tank through a Borgia fortress. Talk about FUN. Ezio's commentary was worth it.

EDIT: Never mind. All my recruits just reached the rank of Assassin... and the ceremony had to be the coolest thing I've ever seen in a game. And he was elevated to the rank of Mentore of the Brotherhood. Sigh. Ezio included his sister too. Baller!

I have the best sister in the galaxy.

Monica, my sister's friend and relative of my stepfather's, came today. My sister sent me a loot bag of goodies from all the places she's been... my favorite I think is the little notebook made from banana leaves and the seashell ring... and the Peruvian pants... and the rock from Machu Pichu... and the bag... and the surfboard keychain... and my old baby picture... and the picture of her and that hot surfer guy... and... and... and... hahaha.

As for the food... there's not words. I have no idea what they're called in English and translating is impossible so... they're delicious. Made from scratch (process takes over three days) by my sister and my grandma. Also... for the bag of illegal coffee and coca tea... lol, woman what the heck were you thinking?



[EDIT]

Um... there is just... so much stuff in AC:B, I was blown away. I think my favorite part - so far - was climbing to the viewpoint at the top of the Coliseum. I mean... Hooooooooly shit. I loved how they brought some stuff back from the first game. It's gonna be a thing like Uncharted. Once you beat the second one, it's impossible to go back to the first.

Ezio's sister got tougher, his mom is badass. Machiavelli is back in it and he's snarky as all hell. I haven't met Leonardo yet but I'm pretty sure I will soon. I had to rescue Caterina Sforza from the Borgia and I broke into the Vatican a few times already. I renovated 25% of Roma and made friends with the courtesans, thieves and mercenaries. Ezio's new moves are hot. Umm... Roma is enormous. I haven't even been to all of it yet. The Treasure of Romulus, I think, will be my next mission. It's like the history nerd and the game nerd made love and made that game.

I've been awake for thirty-eight hours now. I really don't know how - or why - I do these things. I think at one point in the night I think, "Oh... look at that, it's almost six. Might as well not sleep and go on with my day."

Easier said than done, man, easier said than freaking done.

There's stages to this... the tired crankyness, slight hyperactivity, followed by delirium then everything is funny, then you're saying things that don't go together and you're kinda slurring. Like today at the Blackhawks open practice... Krizselle and I were talking about what it would be like to be Amish and I said, "It'd be the saddest day of my life if I had to churn my own butter. I like my butter in sticks or in bowls?"

However, I manage to make the news guy next to me laugh with my psychotic commentary and constant professions of love whenever Toews, Seabrook or Hjalmarsson skated by.

And now I'm torn between faceplanting on my bed and sleeping until the year 2016 or going to finish what I started in AC:B. (You can probably guess what I'll pick...)

Oh, the midnight release was hysterical by the way. Jennifer and the ACEN crew were there... means Marcus and I were verbally abusing each other each chance we go. I still remember the night when we flat out grappled and wrestled while mildly intoxicated. I love them.

Wow, I'm amazed this entire thing makes any type of manner of sense.

When I first started to pick up on gaming it was because of Resident Evil 4. If it had been any other game, I probably wouldn't have gotten into it at all... but I managed to hook myself with the most innovative and amazing piece of gaming to have been made... in 2004. (Well, I played it in 2008... and so began the most time-consuming hobby ever.) Because I'm insane and RE4 was so good (and I developed a huge digital crush on Leon [I told you I was insane]) it sucked me in like a 1000-dollar-whore I realized I needed to finish every little nook and cranny of it... including Easy, Medium, Hard, Professional, Separate Ways, Ada's Assignment and The Mercenaries. Um. Holy crap, do NOT get me started on the Mercenaries... but I guess I owe it that particular mode for making my marksman skills so good. (This is when I brush imaginary dust off my shoulder and fake modesty.)

This began a very unhealthy domino effect and ended up with my actually attending midnight releases of games I've waiting for over several years. Like AC:B.

Know what happened today?

I got AC:B.

Being cranky and bitchy takes up too much energy. I apologize to half the world's population that had to put up with my psycho bitch comments and negative attitude... I'm aware it resembled an incarnation of Satan. You might want to douse yourself in Holy Water as well ask for an exorcism.




... They're really not.