Friday, March 23, 2012

Mom, Don't Answer The Door Naked Again


I was working incredibly hard as a background actor on the set of the upcoming thriller Now You See Me. That's why I wasn't blogging for that entire week and re-posting only one story. I'm playing an audience member in an arena scene. The working hours were intense. The past five days were 15-18 hour shooting dates. I was surprised I didn't collapse at all. It was great that I had my friends on set with me. We kept each other together and survived those crazy hours.

Right after I finished working 18 hours on the first night and arriving home at 4 in the morning, my friends dropped me off at my house. I searched my belongings to find out that my house keys were missing. I searched my backpack multiple times in order to make sure it wasn't a joke. It only took me one minute to realize it wasn't. I truly left my keys on the movie set.

My friend told me that I should probably ring the door bell if the keys weren't in there. She didn't have to say it twice. I rang the doorbell and waited for my mother to answer the door.

As much as I didn't want to, I had to wake my mom up, so that she could open the door for me. It was either that or staying at my friend's house. Sadly, she had company staying over around that time. My only choice was to wake up my mother.

She opened the door and a temporary scar just appeared all over my body. It was 4 o'clock in the morning and I was staring at my 43 year old mother, completely nude from top to bottom in front of me. I couldn't believe my eyes. The last thing you ever in your life want to see is your own mother naked. 

As she walked away from the door I thought to myself "Get your 43 year old butt back in your room and put some clothes on. Is this how you normally answer doors?"

Ever since then, I was determined to find my house keys on the set, so that I would never have to see that again. Sadly for me, it took five days to find those keys.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Rachet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal Is Finally Over


You have no idea how long I've been wanting to say this everyone. After 37 tries, I've finally defeated Dr. Nefarious on Rachet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal. That's right. I have went through a bunch of blood, sweat, tears, and secretly drinking Bud Light Lime beers despite the fact that I'm only 20 years old, to finally see these words being written right here on this blog.

I know the main reason why it took those many times is because I'm a game ender. I didn't level up Rachet that much. I was way too focused on reaching the end of the game. So even though his weaponry was sort of up to date to deal with this final boss, it didn't necessarily reach the requirements to easily defeat Dr. Nefarious.

But I'm now happy to say I've reached the ending. I don't have to bruise my hands or throw things at the TV screen due to frustration. I don't truly throw things at the TV when it comes to losing a game. You win some. You lose some. I know that. But after you've been defeated the 30th time, I think it's fair that you can free pass at throwing something at your TV.

It's finally over. Now I can relax. The saddest thing about this entire blog post is that I've actually been counting how many times I've lost to Dr. Nefarious.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Addict Of Fiction: Rayman Deserves More Game Titles


Last night, I relived my childhood by playing “Rayman 2: The Great Escape” from my old Nintendo 64. Playing this game made me completely ashamed at myself because I completely forgot about one of my favorite game characters of all time.

As much as I love Sonic the Hedgehog, Rayman just jumped into my life and I never let go of him when I was little. For me, Rayman was so different from any character I ever played. I have never seen a character that could shoot lums out of his arms, glide using his own hair, and launch long range punches before. Not only that, but his friendship with Globax was completely different from any game that I’ve ever seen.

Rayman is an icon in his own way.

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Thursday, March 8, 2012

This Is Not A "Small Thing"


We have all been victims of a lie when it comes to a friend asking you to come over and help them out with a "small thing". If you haven't been a victim of that yet, you will be someday.

One afternoon, my friend Troy called me while I was riding my bike around the city.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey Roque," said Troy. "I have a favor. I need some help with a small thing over here. Can you come over and help me out this evening."

Knowing that I can't say "No" when it comes to a friend, I said I would help him out. In my mind, it was a small thing. I had a whole bunch of stuff to do during that night. So I felt I could squeeze in this quick thing for my friend, and then head back home to finish the other stuff.

I arrived at Troy's house an hour later. The small thing appeared to be his broke down computer. He thought it was dead. Since I'm a computer guy, I fixed it while also making a few updates to his desktop. It took me probably a half hour to finish everything. Once I was done and about to walk out the door, Troy stopped me and revealed to me the true reason why he made me come over.

"Before you go," he started, "I was wondering if you could help me out with one more thing. I have a few boxes I have to pick up from this hotel. I need some help putting them in the van and bringing them back to the house. Since you're here, I was wondering if you could help me out."

I immediately raised my eyebrow. I couldn't believe I was tricked like that. This small thing was actually a big thing. But knowing me, I couldn't turn it down.

"Just a few boxes?" I asked.

"Just a few boxes," he said.

Once we arrived at the hotel I found myself staring at thirty-seven large boxes right in front of me. Troy was doing his best not to look at me because he knew I was furious that he lied to me again. I couldn't back out of this thing my bike was ten miles away from where the hotel was.

We drove the van back and forth three times. There weren't enough seats. So I had to stay in the back of the van with the other boxes. We ran into multiple speed bumps, which led to me falling into the boxes numerous times, bruising my sides and my butt.

Once we were finally done, I went over to Troy and said "You lie to me like that again, I'll kill you."

This is my thing. If you ask me to come over and do a small thing, that's what I'm thinking. I'm preparing myself for what? A small thing. If it's really a big thing, just tell me. That way, I could get myself mentally and physically prepared for a big thing. Tell me the truth for God's sake!

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Addict Of Fiction: Should The Original Sonic Team Founders Return To The Franchise?


I have been trying to avoid saying this for years. It’s something that I try not to be critical at. But after playing “Sonic Unleashed” a few weeks ago, I just can’t take it anymore.

A part of me feels like the Sonic franchise is heading towards a downward spiral. Even though I know that Sonic the Hedgehog fans take their mascot to heart and will remain by his side despite the terrible games, a part of me thinks enough is enough. I just finished playing “Sonic Unleashed” and I was terribly disappointed. The entire storyline was confusing. Some of Sonic’s actions whether he was a hedgehog or a werewolf was incredibly difficult. The entire game was a flop to me.

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