Also known as being one reason I have not written anything for Nerdfit in a while.  Thus, in an attempt to safeguard myself from Glenntacle rape, I will endeavor to discuss Demon’s Souls somehow. I find it curiously difficult to review, it being so awesome and me being so biased, so I shat this keydrivel out.

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Hey everybody. brentalfloss here. Yes, it’s officially spelled with no capital letters.

Ahem…

We’ve seen it happen time and time again: Hollywood gets its oily, coked-up clutches on the rights to a beloved video game from our childhood and proceeds to butcher it royally on the big screen. The following is a short but potent list of the four worst examples.
Brace yourself; it won’t be pretty.

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This is my weapon

You want a nerdfit? I’ll show you a nerdfit.

It’s 1:00 pm and you’re sitting in the instruments lab, just you, your sample, and this monster of a machine. You place your vial on the rack, and hit the start button. The auto-sampler mechanical arm moves in to grasp your sample, making you feel like you’re an important scientist. The syringe extracts a small volume of the sample from the vial, about 5-10 nL or so. Then the liquid begins to move through the column, and the uv-vis starts spitting out data. 1 minute, nothing before the dead time, good. Then noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. 10 Minutes in, still noise. Fuck. You switch to a gradient. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. Noise. 30 Minutes in, nothing. Your sample wasn’t concentrated enough. Fuck, back to the lab to prepare another sample. 3 Hours later you finally get useful data. For a science so exact on paper there can be a ton of variables in the lab.
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Disclaimer: This week’s edition of “Anime: Why We Hate It” contains 100% convoluted ranting, because it was written at about 1am in response to the terribleness of the fall season. But I’m going to post it anyways because I’m still a grumpy ol’ bastard.

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Lets face it, it used to be that when you wanted to check your mail, you go to your mailbox in front of your house/apartment complex, setting your alarm clock was as simple as turning a dial, and getting a console game to work literally involved one labored breath.

Today, however, is a whole new set of problems.

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This week I contemplate some of life’s quandaries, join me if you will for a discussion about life, the universe, and everything… kinda
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It was a lazy Tuesday evening, the type where you’re ready to jump out of your own skin due to a crushing urge to do something to stave off the boredom of routine. Maybe it was Monday, not that the day actually matters. We, myself and some my apartment mates, decide to head off in search of a good pie. I don’t refer to the sweet fruit filled stuff of diner and holiday tradition, but PIE. The type best had with a pitcher of beer and friends, the visual by which many are taught fractions, the Neapolitan gift better known the world over as pizza. Continue Reading

Jumping in the old-school Castlevania games can be an adventure with every leap. You’re wearing a hovercraft on one foot and a wrecking ball on the other.

The Havok engine is a conceited jock of video game physics nowadays, and it laughs. Behold this splendid entrance hall, and this thundering hammer I swing at its walls.

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I apologize for not posting an article last week I will try to post tomorrow, or early next week to make up for that. However I’ve been trying to get all of my studies done and Italian is kicking my ass as a language, I have tough enough times speaking in my native tongue so another is throwing me for a loop. The other delay is the topic for this week, the night life, I god damn love this city at night. Continue Reading

In case you didn’t know (Hi new readers! That includes all 2 of you,) I am personally what you would call a “bedroom DJ”;  I mix and scratch in front of an audience consisting of the wall I’m standing in front of and the framed posters that hang on it.  Lately I’ve brought my gear to the first meeting of this dance group at college I’m part of (more info soon, maybe,) and been asked to DJ for an event by another club at college.  Both times I have to act as a human juke box.  No mixing, fading only, three-stock, final destination.

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