I remember the day that I was first able to join Facebook.
You see, kids, back in my day, Facebook wasn’t open to the masses. It was strictly a service for college students. Our university was ‘activated’ on September the 18th, 2005. The buzz had been brewing for quite some time about the service because our peers in larger neighboring universities within a 75-90 mile radius could already access the site, naturally inciting a great deal of jealousy at my dear alma mater.
Now granted, I’m aided in remembering the day so clearly because it fell one day after a dear friend’s 21st birthday (the party for which is a night that shall never be forgotten.) I hold the memory dear, though, because it was a chance to be a part of a social network — god, how overused is that phrase nowadays? — that wasn’t inundated with meaningless glitter graphics or oversized cartoon captions. No, this was certainly no myspace. Everyone’s profile was in the same format. There was no changing the colors of your headlines. This was information being pushed at you without any frills.
And today, we see not an entirely different format (though it has changed in ways that make me want to pull my hair out) but the simplicity that once ruled, has been in effect replaced and overruled by a desire to appeal to everyone.
The me that existed in 2005, the one that saw Facebook as an invaluable tool for cultivating friendships is gone. The me that exists today doesn’t think Facebook is worth keeping beyond May.
Introducing newcomer Cliff Jensen! This scene is the very first that Cliff has ever shot. We figured to break him in, we’d pair him with power bottom Micah Andrews. Cliff has a gigantic cock (and it is uniformly thick throughout it’s entire length). Even Micah had a hard time taking at first. Cliff did a pretty good job for his first scene, though you can tell he is nervous and not really sure how aggressive he can be. Micah helps him out in that regard. By the time the scene ends, Cliff is pounding the shit out of him!
The top selling song on iTunes this year was “Hey Soul Sister” by Train. Now, if you like this song good for you. I’m not saying it’s a bad song. Everything in this life is subjective. The thing that disturbs me most is just how generic and contrived the song was.
It was as though every commercial hook and melody of the past five years had been compressed into one song, and that recipe produced this song. Tell me, could you imagine Sheryl Crow singing this on her “Soak Up The Sun” LP? How about commercialized Jason Mraz? Not to mention the countless one-off artists who’ve released a variation of the same song. But I digress. Good for you, Train. You’ve effectively managed to make the year’s top digital selling song one that was absolutely made to be bought, not enjoyed.
The Spike Video Game Awards aired earlier this evening, and despite sending out a tweet reminding everyone to tune in, I forgot to do just that. However, here are the winners from tonight’s showcase:
Game of the Year
Red Dead Redemption
BioWare, for Mass Effect 2
Best Action Adventure Game
Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood
Call of Duty: Black Ops
Best Performance By A Human Male
Neil Patrick Harris in Spider-Man: Shattered Dimensions
Best Independent Game
Most Anticipated Game For 2011
DJ Hero 2
Character of the Year
Sgt. Woods (Call of Duty: Black Ops)
I can’t say that there were any surprises on this list. It all seems a bit self-serving to me, but the one shining star of all the winners announced for me is Limbo. If you have an XBox 360 and you don’t own this game, get on over to the XBLA Marketplace and purchase it. It’s one of my favorite games of the year. It reminds you just how awesome learning to play video games was when you were a kid. Only the style is decidedly dark.
My very own GameBoy from days of yore. (Complete with GameBoy Camera attached.) I was hoping to do naughty things with the camera once I rediscovered this little gem but there were two problems: the first being that there is no method of transferring the images from the gameboy to a computer (the nerve!) and the second being the quality is shit-tay. Sure this was a novel device back in ’96, complete with it’s own heat-paper printer, but it hasn’t withstood the test of time.