CS video - Ragin Bull

Ok, so here's a little clip of me shooting shit up.
It's a small little map called fy_iceworld. And you basically just run around shooting ppl from the other team.

This was my first ever video of me playing, so it's not very good. But I thought I'd share anyway.

Why NOT to fuck with Bull ;)

Edit:
Ok, I realize not many would understand the significance of these pictures, so here's a brief description. There were screenshots I took yesterday while playing Counter Strike drunk! :D

My name on there is [SI]Bull or [SI]{Cpl}Bull. The score you see is how many times I killed people, and the deaths shows you how many times I died. So I've got a pretty high Kill-to-Death ratio.

I'm not very good at the game, but I can hold my own once in a while. Yesterday was one of those days. I think I should play drunk more often :P

Opinionated...and loving it!

I looked up the word opinionated to see if the dictionary could define it any better than how I knew it to be. Well, at least I found out that I could be opinionatedly opinionated in my opinionatedness...or just plain self-opinionated. And I've always had an issue with people being too hardheaded about ideas that seem to require more room for adjustment, or at least more room for compromise. But in the same breath I'd have to say that the attitude of swalpa adjust maadi (Kannada for "please adjust" or "kindly adjust"...often a last resort at pathetic placation) drives me up the fucking wall! But hey, that's my opinion, right?

And all of a sudden I'm reminded of a beauty that I first came across courtesy the blizzardofoz...it went a little something like this: Opinions are like assholes. Everybody's got one. That's a keeper for daaaamn sure!

And I guess I've always battled the need to find a middle ground or a path that falls between both extremes. It's been a struggle, believe you me, but until now it's been a rather headless struggle. Why? Well, for the most part there seemed to be this divide, a sort of un-bridgeable chasm, that exists between the way things should be and the way things are. This extends to people as well, but the same confusion reigns supreme. And the intense effort that I put into reconciling both of these ways often gave me a headache. Yeah man, if you've come this far you're probably thinking "What a fucking idiot this guy is". And I agree with you...it hurts, but I agree with you one hundred percent. But it's been a slow learning process, and I guess it was just part of the 'being me' bit that I finally had to get used to.

I'm not even referring to situations where things (yes, the dreaded but proverbial things that people refer to in an effort to be specifically general) take ages to happen or run on the if-I-didn't-hear-it-so-goddamn-often-it'd-actually-still-be-funny Indian Stretchable Time. Nor am I referring to how plans that have been made, or even half-baked, seem to always go awry. I'm just referring to how people sometimes don't seem to be motivated to be different...or to work in ways that are possibly, God forbid, more efficient and productive. What? An anti-efficiency campaign? Or worse, people who are opposed to a better way of life? Surprised? Don't be...look around you, it's happening all the time.

There are people you see doing something in a manner that isn't necessarily to your liking, so you adopt one of two ways of changing the status quo: 1) You try and show the person how to do this better, or 2) You sit and crib to the person, or a neighboring friendly ear, about how you/these people will never improve because they never learn...regardless of whether you've actually resorted to Option 1 before, or not. And I kept seeing this day in and day out, and I became that friendly ear that people kept complaining to, and there came a point at which all this information became unbearable. Wait, I guess a more accurate way of saying it would be all the information AND the many many complaints, all my own mind you, tipped the scales in favor of being unbearable. And then the frustration kicked in. Nothing was ever good enough. Nothing seemed to be working. I couldn't see to try and improve the way things were. And if another person came up to me and gave me some shit about "But you can't take a horse to water and make it drink" I'd kill them!

But there's an antidote to this. I'd hate to say that The Rock, together with Wyclef Jean, coined a rather apt phrase when he said, "It doesn't matter!" But he's right dammit! I mean, it doesn't matter at the end of it all. And that's what's important. So some days you find that shit happens. And on other days you find that shit doesn't happen. What does that mean? Nothing. Not a goddamn fucking thing!

I have to say that it feels great to be sitting here with this sudden realization...if nothing else, because I can continue to spew all my opinionated crap and not worry about doing it. On the other hand, I also seem to reserve the right to tell people to shut the hell up if I'm not in the mood to listen to what they have to say. And that's alright with me. Yes! It is alright with me. Oh, having said that, if you think any of this is "Unacceptable" a la Victor Navorski, then shut the fuck up! Hahahaha!

I don't give a fuck!..."And that's the bottom line!"

How Exciting?

Three old timers were relating their most exciting experiences. The first, a retired sheriff, described the terrifying excitement of a shoot-out with Bonnie and Clyde back in his younger days. The other gents nodded and agreed that that, indeed, would have been exciting.

The second, a retired fireman, related the tale of a huge fire at the university several years back. There were flames, firetrucks from several area fire departments, but the most exciting part were the naked coeds jumping from their dorm windows into his arms. The others gents agreed that had to be a very exciting time.

The third guy started, "I was an undertaker. One night I got a call to pick up a body that was under a sheet in a hotel room. When I got there, the guy had a huge erection. I knew there was no way I could get him through the lobby like that. So I found an old broom and whacked that erection just as hard as I could to make it go down." He paused.

The retired fireman asked, "So, how was that exciting?"

The undertaker answered, "Well, you see, I was in the wrong room."

A few "jokes"...for the weekend

WARNING! If you are under the age of 18, male or female, blond, Swedish, an 'administrative assistant' (secretary), or are otherwise prone to taking offense for no reason at all, then please be advised that the rest of this post is not for you!

Well, here's something that I got in my mail, and I have to say it's pretty hilarious stuff. So, without further ado, here they are...the jokes, that is.

Enjoy people. And have a great weekend!!!

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Sex-Ed

I taught sex education in the South Bronx, and as a sixth grade teacher I was told to answer all their sex questions. One kid asked, "Is there any part of the woman's body known as the Volvo?" which I thought was a good question.

I said, "Only on Swedish women."

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The Accounting Dept.

Two accountants were discussing a colleague's interes tin one of the firm's new secretaries. "I just don't get it." said one. "She's an airhead -- nothing going on upstairs."

"That may be true," replied the other, "but I don't think that's the floor he's getting off on."

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Of Boyfriends...

The penis-enlarging pills my boyfriend bought online must be working.

At this point, he's a bigger dick than he was a few months ago.

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And First place goes to...

A couple has a dog that snores. Annoyed because she can't sleep, the wife goes to the vet to see if he can help. The vet tells the woman to tie a ribbon around the dog's testicles, and he will stop snoring. "Yeah right!" she says.

A few minutes after going to bed, the dog begins snoring, as usual. The wife tosses and turns, unable to sleep. Muttering to herself, she goes to the closet and grabs a piece of red ribbon and ties it carefully around the dog's testicles. Sure enough, the dog stops snoring. The woman is amazed!

Later that night, her husband returns home drunk from being out drinking with his buddies. He climbs into bed, falls asleep and begins snoring loudly. The woman decides maybe the ribbon might work on him. So, she goes to the closet again, grabs a piece of blue ribbon and ties it around her husband's testicles. Amazingly, it also works on him! So, the woman goes back to her sound sleep.

The husband wakes from his drunken stupor and stumbles into the bathroom. As he stands in front of the toilet, he glances in the mirror and sees the blue ribbon attached to his privates. He is very confused, and as he walks back into the bedroom, he sees the red ribbon attached to his dog's testicles. He shakes his head and looks at the dog and whispers, "I don't know where we were ...or what we did ...but, by God ...We took FIRST and SECOND place."

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Tattoo for two?

A guy gets home late one night and his wife says, "Where the hell have you been?"

"I was out getting a tattoo."

"A tattoo? What kind of tattoo did you get?"

"I got a hundred dollar bill on my penis."

"What the hell were you thinking? Why did you get a hundred dollar bill on your penis?"

"Well, number one, I like to watch my money grow... Number two, once in a while, I like to play with my money... And lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you want!"

Mmmmm....monitor :)

Well...finally caved in a bought the new 20" widescreen monitor for my computer room.

So far it's flawless. Has USB ports on the side for easy access. Has PIP (picture in picture) so I can watch TV and play a game at the same time if I wanted to.



That's a picture of what it looks like right now. I'm such a geek it's sometimes amazing how I get laid. lol

Oh well. That's all folks. Just wanted to share. Move along now.

SI = Stoned Invaders

Well, since I might make references to it along the way, I figured I might as well explain what this is all about. This is very basic, so you'll have to make do with my shitty explanations.


Counter Strike has been one of the top online/multiplayer shooter games ever since it's been in the market.

Now back in the day, they started off with just plain Counter Strike (1.5 and 1.6)
See the picture below.




A couple years back, they finally updated that to Counter Strike: Condition Zero. That was a relief because the graphics on the original wasn't exactly the best as you can tell. Thankfully gameplay on CS: CZ was just as good as the original. The maps were pretty much the same, just modified slightly for viewing pleasure (better graphics, etc).



As you might be able to tell, the graphics are moderatly better. Plus you could actually shoot stuff (like light bulbs, vases, etc). So there was more interaction with the environment.


The latest installment to this game is Counter Strike: Source. This thing kicks some serious ass. The physics engine at the time of release, was one of the best available ones around. We now had detailed effects of gravity, buoyance, reflections, etc. Not to mention, the world detail was awesome. Just plain fucking cool!




So after playing CS from 1.6 to Source, it's safe to assume that I love the game. Sure it has it's flaws, but so does every other game out there. Newer games do have better graphics and such, but CS will always be one of my favorite FPS (first person shooters) of all time. It's quite addicting a game too.

SI or Stoned Invaders is the clan I am a member of. I joined not too long ago, but it's been fun. The guys are fun to play with, and as a team we can kick some serious ass. My gaming alias is "Bull". I used to be Oddman, but that didn't last very long. So anyway, that's the whole thing behind the signature I put up earlier. The fire was just an effect, and I threw some eyes behind that to make it look a little evil. There's a transparency, so it might be hard to tell initially, but if you look close, you'll see the eyes behind the fire. It's my first one so isn't very good. Hopefully I'll get sometime to make more.

So if ever wanna play some, hit me up. But bring your A game because I aim for the head and I rarely miss.

signatures

This is just one of the Counter Strike [SI] Clan signatures I made.

If you don't know what that means, don't worry about it.