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:: Friday, July 09, 2004 ::

[ thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox ]

So, I’ve recently come into an Infected Mushroom album (The Gathering, for what it’s worth) whose opening track, “Release Me,” opens with an extended sample from the old Sci-Fi drama Independence Day. The sample recounts the scene wherein the alien autopsy (hee hee!) goes terribly awry when the captured alien turns out to (surprise) still be alive. The alien slays all the scientists in the dissection chamber, save one, over whom it takes control, and consequently speaks through. The President of that movie then asks the alien if a peace is possible, claiming that the two races had "much to learn from each other.” Naturally, when pressed, the alien instead requests that we all just die if that’s quite alright with us, which (not to spoil the movie or anything) it rather isn’t. Sorry, alien. Looks like not only did you get punched in the face by an overacting Will Smith (who then lit a fucking CIGAR! Man, do I want to see this movie again…), but it looks like your Make-A-Wish slip for the human race to die isn’t really going to come true.

See, the president’s request is the unrealistic part: the part that, at present, is almost ludicrous in its optimism towards a President’s vision and commitment to pacifism. It’s a decent little speech for an action-thriller (tagline: Will Smith IS ID4. Aw, HELL no!), doubly so when applied to foreign policy, even when we’re in the position of power.

I don’t expect to hear these words from a President until North Korea builds spaceships that morph (mightily) into giant lasers that obliterate entire 5-mile circles after charging for several hours from intercontinental extension cords.

Oh well, a girl can dream, can’t she?

Here, why don’t I start my own little LiveJournal survey? This one’s for the gamers:

-Upon reading these words, you are charged with posting 5 codes to old video games that you recall from your halcyon days of gaming.

1. The blood code for Mortal Kombat (Sega Genesis): ABACABB at the Akklaim screen.
2. The password for (almost!) all items and weapons in Mega Man X (SNES): 8676 2136 5484. They neglected 2 hearts: the one in Sting Chameleon’s stage, and the one in Storm Eagle’s state. Yes, I know where they are.
3. The level select code for The Jungle Book (SNES): At the Virgin screen, hit up, up, up, B, B, Y, Y, Select to hear a tone. DON’T STOP. Keep on going with up, down, left, right, B, up, Y.
4. Both players may play as the same character + alternate costumes for Street Fighter II (SNES): at the Capcom screen, Down, R, Up, L, Y, B.
5. God mode, for Doom and Doom 2 (PC): IDDQD.

They’re hardwired, and never going away. Nobody else is going to fucking respond to this survey, but humor me and just throw a comment on this post saying what you know if actually spreading it is too hard/dumb.

:: Aziz 4:17 AM [+] ::
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