<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:53:40.494-08:00</updated><category term='Cross Stitch'/><category term='Rgar'/><category term='GTA VI'/><category term='PS3'/><category term='greed'/><category term='Zelda'/><category term='Metroid'/><category term='Retro Gaming'/><category term='Nintendo'/><title type='text'>Esoteric Grandiloquence</title><subtitle type='html'>Esoteric Gradiloquence - speech that is lofty in tone, often to the point of being pompous or bombastic, which is understood by or meant for only the select few who have special knowledge or interest.  Yeah, what www.dictionary.com said.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-6434522785634316110</id><published>2008-10-22T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:57:07.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Reading Habits</title><content type='html'>Today, whilst at the library, I happened to think about a possible Christmas present for my 8 year-old nephew/godson.  For his birthday last Spring I got him the Scary Stories box set that contained 3 books of short scary stories for kids.  He absolutely loves them, to the point where he carries them with him wherever he goes, so to continue on that theme I want to get him some more scary books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/BBOH.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DDTBS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/SSSFS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/NH.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was getting checked out the librarian looked at me and with a slight smile asked me if I was sure I wanted all these scary books.  "I think I'll be OK," I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll read these to make sure they are age-appropriate for him and then call his mom to make sure she's fine with it, then I'll buy them for him from amazon or something.  I don't want to get Aidan anything that his parents might object to and take away from him the moment I leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I really just want to read these for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-6434522785634316110?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/6434522785634316110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=6434522785634316110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/6434522785634316110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/6434522785634316110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/10/strange-reading-habits.html' title='Strange Reading Habits'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-6756131822733525231</id><published>2008-10-01T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:07:59.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, Neil Gaiman</title><content type='html'>Neil Gaiman's new book, The Graveyard Book, is coming out soon and to celebrate and promote it, the author is doing a book tour and at each stop he'll be reading a chapter from it.  What's this really cool news mean to you? Well, if you go &lt;a href="http://www.mousecircus.com/videotour.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; you'll be able to watch the author reading each chapter without leaving your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-6756131822733525231?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/6756131822733525231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=6756131822733525231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/6756131822733525231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/6756131822733525231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you-neil-gaiman.html' title='I love you, Neil Gaiman'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-1379363503906051491</id><published>2008-09-18T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:22:03.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running is good</title><content type='html'>The road that connects my home street and Route 18 is exactly a mile long, which means going from my house to Route 18 and back equals 2 whole miles.  Big deal, right?  But when you're slightly overweight and running it, running to 18 and back seems like a journey into Mordor (There and Back Again).  But since losing 18 pounds since the beginning of August, I have now been able to run it without stopping.  Last night I did it from start to finish, and yes my legs are aching a little but not enough to make it difficult to go about my normal activities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/l_a35074929d040229ef6231f3a252e0c1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my in-laws advice when I run by not taking as long of a stride and to slow down, that way when I finish it doesn't feel like my legs are about to break into a million little pieces.  I guess I was trying before of running the distance in as little time as possible, and yes that's a fine goal, but for just starting out, all it leads to is hurting myself, making me not be able to continue running for a week or so.  Hopefully, with this strategy, I'll be able to continue and progress to be able to reach my goal - I want to be able to run an entire marathon by the age of 30.  I'm 29 now so I've got my work cut out for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-1379363503906051491?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/1379363503906051491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=1379363503906051491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/1379363503906051491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/1379363503906051491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/09/running-is-good.html' title='Running is good'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-2008090228325672882</id><published>2008-09-15T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:11:34.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I completely suck at blogging</title><content type='html'>It's been since July since I posted so I officially suck.  I'm still alive.  Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to since then?  I finished my summer course with an A, but it was an internet/computer technology course, so it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone.  A link to the web site I had to make for the class can be found &lt;a href="http://www.uri.edu/personal/carson/gadrowp/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if anyone is interested (don't worry if you're not, it wouldn't surprise me in the least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After just one and a half weeks taking new classes for the fall semester I've come to the conclusion that two classes at the same time is just too much for me and my schedule, what with working full time and trying to be as supportive as I can to Amanda while she's getting her PHD.  With one class, I can really focus on it and do a really good job, and still have time to clean up the house, help out in the kitchen, clean up after the damn cats who seem hell-bent on making as much of a mess as they can.  Amanda feels guilty that somehow, because of her, I'm not giving my all to something I want, but I've told her, we went into this knowing that she's going to be really busy with school and that I'm to help out as much as possible to keep everything else afloat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plans to move out to Ohio and build ourselves a house on her parents 200 acre farm are still in effect after Amanda finishes with school.  It'll be a real nice change of pace to go from working behind a desk to working on a farm getting dirty and sweaty (like a real man) but I'm looking forward to it.  It'll be nice taking care of the farm with the tons of horses.  I've been thinking of getting some chickens and some goats, preferably those fainting ones just for my own amusement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that no real news.  Our kitchen is finished so maybe next time I'll post some pics, and now with me only taking one class at a time I can get back to working more on the house in my free time like some time never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-2008090228325672882?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/2008090228325672882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=2008090228325672882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/2008090228325672882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/2008090228325672882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-completely-suck-at-blogging.html' title='So I completely suck at blogging'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-8742566455996053107</id><published>2008-07-17T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:07:15.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/Legend_of_Zelda_A_Link_to_the_Past_.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/Legend_of_Zelda_A_Link_to_the_Past_.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that of all of Nintendo's franchises, The Legend of Zelda is my favorite.  I remember being around 8 years-old, this would be '88 or '89, and going over to my older brother's friend's house, where they were playing the first Legend of Zelda game.  Just watching them play was enough for me.  I was hooked and I wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the second Zelda game, Zelda II: The Adventures of Link, but after that I pretty much stopped playing.  I didn't get a Super Nintendo when it came out, only much later from a friend, I missed all the Gameboy and Gameboy Color Zelda games, I was in college during the N64 Zelda years so I wasn't playing many games (unless they were of the drinking variety), and then I missed the Gamecube because by that time I was a Playstation fan through and through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until recently with the purchase of the Nintendo DS and the Nintendo Wii, both presents from my mom because I'm her little baby boy even though I'm pushing 29, and got the Phantom Hourglass for the DS and Twilight Princess for the Wii.  Along with the Wii, I also got the Gamecube Zelda game I missed (the Windwaker) and I also got the Gamecube disc that has both N64 Zelda games on it (Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask).  All that leaves now are the Super Nintendo game (A Link to the Past) and the couple Gameboy and Gameboy color games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I got the DS I picked up the port of A Link to the Past, which is actually a Gameboy Advance title, but since the DS plays GBA games, I'm good to go, and just recently as in today at work (don't worry, the boss is away) I finally beat it.  A game that came out in 1991 for the Super Nintendo, I've finally beaten 17 years later.  That's just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty happy with the accomplishment and I'm looking forward to playing all the other Zelda games I missed throughout the years.  I should let my nephew know I beat it, but since he's only 8 years-old now, I doubt he even knows what the Super Nintendo even is, let alone that there was a Zelda game for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/snes_zelda_a_link_to_the_past_secre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/snes_zelda_a_link_to_the_past_secre.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-8742566455996053107?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/8742566455996053107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=8742566455996053107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/8742566455996053107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/8742566455996053107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/07/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-3376086156976080855</id><published>2008-07-02T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:07:05.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sure how to take this.  Am I cool, or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/zelda_hourglass_website.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/zelda_hourglass_website.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My godson/nephew called me early this evening with a question.  Apparently, while playing The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass on his Nintendo DS, he came to one of it's many puzzles and got stuck without being able to solve it and move on in the game.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puzzle is this:  On the lower screen of the DS is a crest, just an image of a symbol or something.  On the upper screen is your "Sea Chart", i.e. just a map of the ocean with some random islands on it.  The riddle reads something along the lines of, "To find out where to go next, press the crest across your Sea Chart to find your way."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he was stuck.  He had no idea what he was supposed to do and he just couldn't figure it out.  So what does he do?  He calls his Uncle Pat and asks him because, well, Uncle Pat has a Nintendo DS and, and get this, not only does he have the Phantom Hourglass game, but has beaten it.  This last fact astounds him to no end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he calls me and of course, without having to look it up and having beaten the game more than half a year ago, I tell him that to solve the puzzle, all he has to do is close the DS.  When the DS is closed, the two screens particularly rest on each other.  It was so simple, but yet, everything about using the DS tells you you're not suppose to goes it while a game is playing or else it "goes to sleep".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the problem as I see it, does this make me extremely cool, or extremely lame?  Yes in the eyes of my nephew I'm the coolest adult around, but does that, at the same time, make me pretty lame that 8 year-olds think I'm the bomb (and yes, I realize that saying I'm the bomb make me sound very uncool, but whatever, I do what I want, and doesn't that fact make me cool?  Oh whatever).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-3376086156976080855?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/3376086156976080855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=3376086156976080855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/3376086156976080855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/3376086156976080855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-sure-how-to-take-this-am-i-cool.html' title='I&apos;m not sure how to take this.  Am I cool, or not?'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-1253291692351346517</id><published>2008-06-20T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:32:27.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the damn point of giving us a great female protagonist if this is what you do with her?</title><content type='html'>I'll be the first to admit that Lara Croft of Tomb Raider fame isn't your ideal representation of real women - that she's more well known for the size of her...attributes than she is for her intellect, but what was always cool about her was that she was really a strong female character with a strong presence.  She held her own around all the boys, some times kicking their asses in the process.  And yeah, she was designed to have a killer body so that men/boys wouldn't feel so badly about playing as a female character, but that was just to get her foot in the door, so that people would try her game.  But with the new box-art being revealed for the newest incarnation of Tomb Raider, Tomb Raider Underworld (and I do see that it almost sounds like your saying Tomb Raider underwear but whatever - one topic at a time), it's like she isn't important anymore, just her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/tomb_raider_underworld_tiny_boxart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/tomb_raider_underworld_tiny_boxart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in the image that they chopped off the parts of Lara on the box-art that just don't matter, one, her feet, because who really cares about a woman's feet unless they hideous, and two, the top of her head, where most people keep their brains.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just reading way too much into this, but then again maybe I'm not.  I've always felt a little uneasy playing Tomb Raider games, almost like I'm above this kind of thing, but when the box looks like this, I'm even more uneasy to go into a store and purchase it, like I'm some prepubescent adolescent who can't get real porn and must settle for this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no problem with Lara Croft being damn sexy, actually I encourage it, but when her sex-appeal starts to over-shadow everything else about her, well then, she's just another pinup model without any redeeming qualities.  What about her puzzle solving abilities, or her exploring through jungles and dangerous tombs?  If, after the game comes out, I find out that it really is a great game, I'll probably play it, but otherwise I'll pick something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-1253291692351346517?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/1253291692351346517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=1253291692351346517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/1253291692351346517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/1253291692351346517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-damn-point-of-giving-us-great.html' title='What&apos;s the damn point of giving us a great female protagonist if this is what you do with her?'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-4967145483117035811</id><published>2008-06-13T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:13:48.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty god damn sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/Doolittle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/Doolittle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Pixies Doolittle album coming to Rock Band as Downloadable Content, I so want to get the PS3 more now then ever.  I want to rock out to the entire amazing track list that makes up this CD.  Every single one of these songs is pure, unadulterated awesome, and if you don't agree with me, go soak your head.  I want to scream "TAME!!!" into the microphone while playing the bassline to "Tame".  I want to play the main rif to "Here Comes Your Man".  I want, I want, I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Got hips like Cinderella..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-4967145483117035811?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/4967145483117035811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=4967145483117035811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/4967145483117035811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/4967145483117035811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/06/pretty-god-damn-sweet.html' title='Pretty god damn sweet'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-2813786224298186</id><published>2008-06-05T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:32:58.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>It's really quiet here in the office today.  My boss is in his office with his door shut, one other employee is quietly working in his office down the hall, and the last employee isn't here the rest of this week because of a death in his family (Yes, I work with only 3 other guys in my office).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the office being this quiet I'm getting loads of Unit Test written for a new application I designed and implemented earlier this week, but it's also given me the chance to listen to some complete albums over my headphones without the tracks being interrupted by anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today this is what I've been listening to all morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/LegendSoundtrack.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/LabyrinthSoundtrack.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are some of your guilty pleasures.  Those tunes you love to listen to but only when no ones around, and only through your headphones if you're sure no one will ask you what you're listening to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-2813786224298186?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/2813786224298186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=2813786224298186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/2813786224298186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/2813786224298186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/06/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-8318194588323013626</id><published>2008-06-03T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:26:30.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm man enough to say I think strong, powerful women are hot</title><content type='html'>Check this woman out.  Big guns, black leather, oh yeah.  She can kick my ass any day (wait, does that even make sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"  codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="gtembed" width="480" height="392"&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=34688"/&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=34688" swLiveConnect="true" name="gtembed" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="true" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-8318194588323013626?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/8318194588323013626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=8318194588323013626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/8318194588323013626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/8318194588323013626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-man-enough-to-say-i-think-strong.html' title='I&apos;m man enough to say I think strong, powerful women are hot'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-4337352372315688564</id><published>2008-05-20T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:30:01.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coolest Librarian Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/ConanTheLibrarian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/ConanTheLibrarian.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was a pretty shit day, having gone to my Grandma's wake, but I did get a little good news - I was accepted into the grad school program at URI to get my Masters in Library Studies and Information Services.  I know it's no big deal getting into URI, but for the time being, I'm going to pretend that it is just to boast my ego a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding out I was accepted I scheduled my first few classes for this summer, one of which starts at the end of this week - no real time to get my head around the fact that I'm now a grad student but what can you do.  My first class is Introduction to Information Science and Technology, which sounds a lot worst than I'm hoping it probably will be.  The first class, this Friday will be 9:00 AM to 1:00 PM, but then after that the rest of the summer session will be online classes so I'll be able to do them from anywhere at anytime.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my boss that I'll have to work remotely on Friday because of my class (I also told him I was accepted to the grad school at the same time :-) ) and he doesn't see any problem with that, just as long as I keep up 40+ hours a week working.  It'll be challenging, believe me I know from watching Amanda do it now for the past three years, but I really need a change.  Software has it's good points, but the bad moments greatly outnumber the good, at least for me they do.  So I'm going back to school to try and do something about my career path.  But even if I do have to give up my software job, I'd rather be poor than miserable any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like I'm going to be a poor grad student.  I'm going to try and keep my crummy software job for as long as possible while taking classes so as to still be able to contribute to my household without putting any unnecessary burdens on ourselves.  And in a few years I'll be that wicked cool guy that works at the library that disproves all the librarian stereotypes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-4337352372315688564?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/4337352372315688564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=4337352372315688564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/4337352372315688564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/4337352372315688564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/05/coolest-librarian-ever.html' title='The Coolest Librarian Ever'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-748557130158116502</id><published>2008-05-13T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:25:57.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zelda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross Stitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metroid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rgar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retro Gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nintendo'/><title type='text'>Because real men have feminine sides</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I cross stitch.  Wanna fight about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest project has been this Nintendo Sampler that I created half of.  The top and the right, middle sides were designed by someone else (&lt;a href="http://www.mercury-girl.net/etc/crafty/"&gt;stitchin' chicken&lt;/a&gt;) but the left, middle and the bottom are all me.  I took screen shots and then drew the images in Microsoft's paint program, zooming in as close as possible to be able to see each pixel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/May4th2008004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/May4th2008004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to stitch all of the empty spaces with black thread and I'm almost done with the left, middle side, which is a pattern of Rygar, a character from an original Nintendo game, fighting the first boss.  When I'm finished with that section, I'll post more pics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this I'm working on a title screen of the original Legend Of Zelda that I didn't design, but oh well.  Even if I did design the pattern myself since it's based off of the same image it would look the same so no big difference there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only to I have a completely gay hobby, but I'm also a nerd about it.  Isn't everyone jealous of my wife?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-748557130158116502?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/748557130158116502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=748557130158116502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/748557130158116502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/748557130158116502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-real-men-have-feminine-sides.html' title='Because real men have feminine sides'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-1905632073825900428</id><published>2008-05-09T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:34:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I eat a booze soaked butterfly larva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/Tequila/May4th2008009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/Tequila/May4th2008009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole "worm in a bottle of tequila" isn't really new to anyone.  Anyone who's ever really drank tequila in their lifetimes knows about this but what you might not know is the story behind it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worm in the bottle isn't actually a worm at all but a Agave butterfly larva which crawls inside the Agave plant, which is used to make tequila in the first place.  Anyway, when brewing his "sore throat in a bottle" drink,a Senior Jacobo Lozano Paez from Mexico City decided to include an Agave larva in his mescal, a sort of tequila, as a marketing ploy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/Tequila/May4th2008007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/Tequila/May4th2008007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, when mescal is created some times those little buggers get into it anyway.  Since the drink already has the Agave larva in it, why not go the extra step and actually include a whole one in each bottle?  For another thing, since the Agave larva feeds off the Agave plant, Paez believed that putting the bug into the drink actually enhanced it's favor (if I eat a lot of BBQ sauce does that mean I'll have a smoky favor?).  I'm not sure how to enhance the favor of tequila anymore than it already is, seeing as how it pretty much tastes like burning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/Tequila/May4th2008022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/Tequila/May4th2008022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's with the history/biology lesson?  Last weekend I had the opportunity to eat the worm for a second time in my life.  I forget the details of the first time, but since I was probably drinking a large quantity of tequila at the time, it's understandable.  Anyway, I asked Amanda to make me a Tequila Sunrise and being the perfect wife that she is, off she went to make my drink.  While in the kitchen she called to me saying that we're at the bottom of the bottle and there's the question about what to do with the worm seeing as how there only a single shot left.  I abandoned my Tequila Sunrise in favor of just having a shot of the tequila with the little guy in it.  You are correct. Amanda thought it was gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/Tequila/May4th2008023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/Tequila/May4th2008023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh, smooth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-1905632073825900428?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/1905632073825900428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=1905632073825900428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/1905632073825900428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/1905632073825900428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-which-i-eat-booze-sooked-butterfly.html' title='In which I eat a booze soaked butterfly larva'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-8182501749833447990</id><published>2008-04-30T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:00:24.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In which I go to a concert</title><content type='html'>My good friend, Melissa, performed last night in a concert held at Orche Court, a mansion down in Newport, and it was amazing.  Not only did she perform in it but she was a solo in the Concertino for Clarinet, E flat Major, Op 26.  It was truly breathtaking.  Too bad we were all sitting stage right and had the bass players standing in front of us the whole time so we could only see their backs during the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a different listening experience sitting that close to the basses.  It completely changed the overall sound of the concert with the parts that should have been more subdued, exchanged for the parts that should have been louder and more prominent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/music-violoncello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/music-violoncello.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were a number of instances that we could definitely hear a few mistakes but nothing that ruined the concert.  A small boy, probably no more than 10 years old, was playing a violoncello, a smaller version of the cello, whose instrument became a little out of tune by the end of the concert but just the fact that he was holding his own amongst adult musicians says a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the star of the show, sorry Melissa, was an 11 year-old solo violinist playing the Concerto for Violin #4, D Major, K 218 who was spectacular. It was really something to witness so small a person produce something that strong that could elicit such powerful emotions.  I think I saw her parents in the audience video recording it and I couldn't help but wonder just how proud they must feel every time they hear her play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-8182501749833447990?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/8182501749833447990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=8182501749833447990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/8182501749833447990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/8182501749833447990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/04/2-posts-in-2-days-im-so-on-roll.html' title='In which I go to a concert'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-1791114413759722597</id><published>2008-04-29T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:53:41.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GTA VI'/><title type='text'>GTA4 - I want it and should get it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/PS3bundle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/PS3bundle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It being Tuesday the 29th of April, everyone who is anyone is at home right now either playing Grand Theft Auto IV or are sleeping because they picked up their copy last night at midnight when it went on sale and they just got to bed a couple of hours ago.  I am not one of these people because obviously I must not be anyone if the above statement holds any sway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those people who thought the PS3 was way to expensive for a console and believed that the XBox 360 was just not for me - XBox 360 being mainly for frat guys or very underage boys who do nothing but scream obscenities into their microphones while they pwn in Halo 3, but really that's just my own stereotype and doesn't accurately reflect the 360's player base (but then again it just might).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for and received the Wii (because my mom loves me so) because I was looking at all the new games coming out for the "next" generation consoles and was really bored with them.  Yeah, they have beautiful graphics and all that, but the gameplay was something we have all seen before.  Now the Wii, that was something new, something special, and every time I turned around there was another game being released that I really wanted to play.  I've had loads of fun playing with my Wii (giggle giggle) and nothing can compare to hearing my wife swear like a sailor at the TV, asking why her cow isn't running faster (thank you very much Wii Play).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now GTA IV is out and I NEED it.  And now that me and the missus have a high definition television, on top of the fact that the HD war is now over with Blue-Ray the obvious victor, it's time to start seriously considering getting the PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that I am a man-child and want nothing more when I get off work then to rush home and play video games until my thumbs ache (but I guess with the Wii's controller, my thumbs don't ache as much anymore).  But I will admit to myself that I probably shouldn't get one.  I already have the Nintendo Wii and the Nintendo DS, which I love more than anything (if it only had a smooth, warm hol... no, I'm not going to even go there), as well as my PS2 still plugged into my TV, getting the PS3 seems a bit of an overkill.  Oh well, what can you do?  You only live once and blowing 400 bucks on a stupid man toy (giggle giggle) isn't that big of a deal, I guess.  Screw home renovations.  Who needs groceries really when there's plenty of condiments available?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-1791114413759722597?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/1791114413759722597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=1791114413759722597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/1791114413759722597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/1791114413759722597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2008/04/gta4-i-want-it-and-should-get-it.html' title='GTA4 - I want it and should get it'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-7759350976000915121</id><published>2007-12-19T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T06:25:17.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting company time is really a good thing</title><content type='html'>Well, it's really been a while now (3 months) since I last posted anything but what can you do?  I've been busy and no one really reads this blog anyway, and blah blah blah.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this this morning.  Apparently the BBC News is reporting that &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/3247595.stm"&gt;playing video games while at work&lt;/a&gt; is actually good for the company.  It keeps employee's overall moral up about their job, and it keeps them being productive because playing the games act like coffee breaks, giving the brain a minute or two to recoup from having to work 8 hours straight (but who really works 8 hours straight in front of a computer.  I'm at work right now writing this, but don't tell my boss).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-7759350976000915121?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/7759350976000915121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=7759350976000915121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/7759350976000915121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/7759350976000915121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2007/12/wasting-company-time-is-really-good.html' title='Wasting company time is really a good thing'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-8296436157426068190</id><published>2007-08-29T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T06:16:35.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I really can't wait for Christmas</title><content type='html'>When the first Aliens Vs Predator came out I initially thought it was going to be a horrible movie.  But then it came out on DVD and I resigned myself to sit down and watch it, only to find that I loved it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas when this comes out, there's no way I'll miss it in the theaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_UI2BXL0H8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i_UI2BXL0H8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-8296436157426068190?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/8296436157426068190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=8296436157426068190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/8296436157426068190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/8296436157426068190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2007/08/now-i-really-cant-wait-for-christmas.html' title='Now I really can&apos;t wait for Christmas'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-1197220314691469029</id><published>2007-08-22T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T13:51:46.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's it.  The future world of the Terminator is now just around the corner.  Check out this video from Sony and tell me you can't imagine that we're in a pre-Matrix, pre-post-apocalyptic society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6108723779145756123"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Robots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing we know, these robots are going to be rounding us up to be used as batteries.  And I, for one, welcome our new robotic overlords and hopefully, with my enthusiasm to join their human farms, will be made into an important person in their virtual simulation of our world, created to keep us pleasant.  Maybe a king, or even a czar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-1197220314691469029?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/1197220314691469029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=1197220314691469029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/1197220314691469029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/1197220314691469029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2007/08/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-3364124511390154326</id><published>2007-08-10T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:45:49.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider-Man Loves Mary Jane #20</title><content type='html'>I did say that I'd be posting all sorts of different things here, including comic reviews.  Well, over on spiderfan.org, my most recent review is of Spider-Man Love Mary Jane #20 and no this isn't about Spider-Man's struggle to help get cannabis legalized.  It's a comic series set in the early, High School years of Spider-Man, but the story is told through the years of Mary Jane, so it's much more character driven then most of the other Spider-Man titles out there today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reviewing this series since it first came and and for the most part I absolutely loved it, and with Sean McKeever leaving to go write at DC, and with Terry Moore finishing his independent comic Strangers In Paradise, Moore is just a perfect candidate to pick up the writing chores of this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiderfan.org/comics/reviews/spiderman_loves_mary_jane/020.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/020.jpg" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-3364124511390154326?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/3364124511390154326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=3364124511390154326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/3364124511390154326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/3364124511390154326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2007/08/spider-man-loves-mary-jane-20.html' title='Spider-Man Loves Mary Jane #20'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-458180650780004821</id><published>2007-08-09T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:31:57.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you don't know could get you fired</title><content type='html'>Well it's my birthday and how else should I be celebrating it, how else but by watching Sexual Harassment videos at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhZTR6w-FTM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhZTR6w-FTM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-458180650780004821?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/458180650780004821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=458180650780004821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/458180650780004821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/458180650780004821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-you-dont-know-could-get-you-fired.html' title='What you don&apos;t know could get you fired'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-4780772555114867751</id><published>2007-07-26T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:10:13.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metroid Tunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/ahhscary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/ahhscary.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Metroid was always one of my all time favorite games on the NES and I even loved the second game that appeared on the GameBoy, even though most fans of the franchise think it's the weakest of the games.  Listening to some of the music that was played in these games, I can't help but marvel at how much these instrumental midi files are so ingrained into my brain.  Just hearing the first note or two and I know all the sequential notes to following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this site, &lt;a href="http://www.metroidmetal.com/"&gt;MetroidMetal.com&lt;/a&gt;, you can hear the original versions of the music, plus a "Metal" version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-4780772555114867751?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/4780772555114867751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=4780772555114867751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/4780772555114867751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/4780772555114867751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2007/07/metroid-tunes.html' title='Metroid Tunes'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-4689417254313253694</id><published>2007-07-03T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:10:39.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Hughes - Anatomy of a Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/AdamHughes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/AdamHughes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this a little while ago on someone else's blog pointing me to this blog entry.  Ever wonder what it's like to be able to draw like one of the industry's top comic book artist?  Yeah, me too.  I even have a little talent of my own but I'm no where near where the professionals are.  But still.  Watching something like this, I can feel my creative juices wanting to flow.  Makes me want to go home and pull out a sketchbook and do a little drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theanomaly.co.uk/?p=159"&gt;Adam Hughes - Anatomy of a Sketch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-4689417254313253694?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/4689417254313253694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=4689417254313253694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/4689417254313253694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/4689417254313253694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2007/07/adam-hughes-anatomy-of-sketch.html' title='Adam Hughes - Anatomy of a Sketch'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-4704297348442456923</id><published>2007-06-22T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:10:56.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Nintendo Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/zelda1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/zelda1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I might be the only person who can listen to these Midi files and feel the slight tug of nostalgia bringing me back to my youth spent sitting on the floor of my living room, still wearing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;, in front of my parents' TV set playing for hours and hours trying to get to that last, well, it wasn't a cut scene back then, usually just an image or two with a bunch of text saying how great I am.  Usually this was pretty early in the morning so as to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; that I wouldn't have to give up the TV to someone else would wanted to actually use it to watch something, instead of "playing those foolish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;videa&lt;/span&gt; games".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange that, with just the first few notes on these files, I can vividly see that title screen from the game the music played in.  Makes me wonder what else is stored deep within my head (doesn't make me wonder too much though, wouldn't want to stir up that too much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're like me and you played and loved most of the titles that are listed on the web site that's linked below, give them a listen and see where it is that they take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.swipnet.se/%7Ew-22134/nmm/mitten.html"&gt;Nintendo Midi Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-4704297348442456923?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/4704297348442456923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=4704297348442456923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/4704297348442456923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/4704297348442456923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2007/06/classic-nintendo-music.html' title='Classic Nintendo Music'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3547196503459718232.post-5770969352352291709</id><published>2007-06-15T07:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T11:11:09.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction, I guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I've created this blog even though I already have a LiveJournal account as well as a myspace page. What's the point?  The point is that no one seems to use the Blog functionality on MySpace, plus it just feels like I'm constantly bombarded by advertising with every new page refresh.  And I'm slowly growing bored with LiveJournal.  I'm tired of writing about the mundane occurrences that make up my life; I go to work each morning and I come home each night, weekends I spend  time fixing up my house and going on small mini-adventures, etc. etc., blah, blah, blah.  The sort of stuff no one is really interested in, causing the comments I get to become stagnant, and my friends list to slowly start shrinking down to just a few people who post on a semi-regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, over at Blogger, starting a brand new blog, which will hopefully be a more rewarding experience (not sure what I'm expecting but time will tell) where I'll write about, obviously, things I find cool.  Let me just tell you I like a lot of geeky, nerdy, and somewhat downright weird things .  There will be tons of entries about comic books, including reviews, the state of Nascar, whichever video game I'm currently playing (as of right now that's mostly World of Warcraft, but I did just get Bully and I'm looking forward to diving into it any day now), movies, books, cross stitch (yeah, that's right, I cross stitch.  Want to fight about it?), and whatever else I feel like writing about.  I'll also throw in the random fictional entry to keep my creative juices flowing and don't worry, I'll let everyone know when they're about to read something I made up, but really, it'll be so outrageous that I probably won't have to.  It's not like after reading my latest Blog update, you'll run outside screaming about how the dead are coming back to life (at least not in the foreseeable future).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell all your friends, inform your neighbors, mothers hide your daughters, there is a new blog starting today (yes I realize that a new blog constitutes about as much excitement as watching grass grow, and this is probably something like 1 out of a couple of thousand blogs that are starting this very day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3547196503459718232-5770969352352291709?l=esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/feeds/5770969352352291709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3547196503459718232&amp;postID=5770969352352291709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/5770969352352291709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3547196503459718232/posts/default/5770969352352291709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esotericgradiloquence.blogspot.com/2007/06/introduction-i-guess.html' title='Introduction, I guess'/><author><name>Patrick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505484546858855309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/severus89/DSC02266.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
