Now Hear This
Aug. 11th, 2005 02:29 amYeah, yeah, I got a blog. That ain't correct english. And the blog is in its infancy. Don't start sentences with prepositions. I have no idea if 'and' is a preposition, but I know you ain't supposed to start a sentence with it.
The basis of the blog is gonna be less personal stuff (i.e. no ranting about donuts). Fer example, my first actual post of any consequence is going to be involving a review/first impression of the single-player demo of the game F.E.A.R., which looks pretty damn scary if I say so myself, or in spite of myself, being a hard core DooMer. So, for those of you interested in hearing me talk about games, movies, comic books and such, the blog is where you'll find it. Go git it.
Also, for those of you who don't think old-school DooM is scary, a) you've never played, or b) you're lying.
Z out.
Z in. In terms of hard core vs. hardcore, well, there is a distinction. Both forms are entirely correct. One could speak of the hard core of a section of rock, taking the literal meaning, or hard core rock, as in music. Hardcore is, well, a contraction, meaning one of two things: either it's referring to somebody who thinks that they or something is hardcore, or porn. Example: "Dude, I am so gonna own with my double-barreled shotgun. Hardcore." Our familiar pal could be commenting on himself, the weapon, or both. As for the illicit film industry: "Hey, you gotta check out the new hardcore stuff I got. Beats the shit outta that soft crap." Or something. Ew, soft crap. Of course, I used hard core, intending to mean that I am solid about the core regions in terms of my DooM habit and the magnitude of my fan-ness. Were I to say hardcore, I would intend that I was one to play DooM at all hours of the night, especially the wee ones, until I began to see things at the corners of my vision and wake late at night in cold sweats because I heard something breathing in the hallway.
Wait. I am a hardcore DooMer.
Z out.
Again.
Shit. Z in. Forgot to mention something entirely irrelevant: I shall never, ever say things like 'teh' and 'pwnage.' I think that celebrating a typo is asinine. Teh end. Pwnage, 1337 nerds.
Z out, damn it.
The basis of the blog is gonna be less personal stuff (i.e. no ranting about donuts). Fer example, my first actual post of any consequence is going to be involving a review/first impression of the single-player demo of the game F.E.A.R., which looks pretty damn scary if I say so myself, or in spite of myself, being a hard core DooMer. So, for those of you interested in hearing me talk about games, movies, comic books and such, the blog is where you'll find it. Go git it.
Also, for those of you who don't think old-school DooM is scary, a) you've never played, or b) you're lying.
Z out.
Z in. In terms of hard core vs. hardcore, well, there is a distinction. Both forms are entirely correct. One could speak of the hard core of a section of rock, taking the literal meaning, or hard core rock, as in music. Hardcore is, well, a contraction, meaning one of two things: either it's referring to somebody who thinks that they or something is hardcore, or porn. Example: "Dude, I am so gonna own with my double-barreled shotgun. Hardcore." Our familiar pal could be commenting on himself, the weapon, or both. As for the illicit film industry: "Hey, you gotta check out the new hardcore stuff I got. Beats the shit outta that soft crap." Or something. Ew, soft crap. Of course, I used hard core, intending to mean that I am solid about the core regions in terms of my DooM habit and the magnitude of my fan-ness. Were I to say hardcore, I would intend that I was one to play DooM at all hours of the night, especially the wee ones, until I began to see things at the corners of my vision and wake late at night in cold sweats because I heard something breathing in the hallway.
Wait. I am a hardcore DooMer.
Z out.
Again.
Shit. Z in. Forgot to mention something entirely irrelevant: I shall never, ever say things like 'teh' and 'pwnage.' I think that celebrating a typo is asinine. Teh end. Pwnage, 1337 nerds.
Z out, damn it.