11/1/10

My Lilith from Borderlands Cosplay!

So, here's something neat. I dressed up as Lilith from Borderlands this year for Halloween and it turned out pretty not awful! Hoorah!




In other news, I realized I have WAY too much crap going on. I'm on like 5 buttmillion different websites and I barely have time to write for any of them. So, I may be letting Gaming is Sexy go quiet for a while. BUT! You should instead find me over at my IGN blog and mini-community:

http://people.ign.com/lisafoiles <-- GO THERE & TALK AT ME!

I like it over there. No one has cussed me out yet.

So for now, here's me kissing my little Blogspot blog spot farewell. That is, until I feel like posting in here again. Which could be tomorrow. Who knows! I like to stay unpredictable.

9/21/10

This Kinect, Move, Wii B.S. – WE’RE GOING THE WRONG DIRECTION. Introducing, “INACTIV.”

Like those God-awful, fugly, Sergeant Pepper-style fashion jackets, motion sensor gaming is currently all the rage. People are more excited to jump like spider monkeys around their living room in front of a camera than a Jehovah’s Witness with the latest edition of Watchtower.

That joke was probably offensive.

Anyway, the Game Industry™ has it all wrong. At both E3 and PAX Prime this year, I got to witness many mirthful souls test out Kinect and Move. Either the games – involving lots of jumping, dancing, and flailing – really wanted them to look like imbeciles, or the participants had all been suddenly struck, on stage, with severe disorders of the central nervous system. I didn’t know whether to laugh or call an ambulance, so I laughed.



(At them, not with them.)

When you’re in a group of people who are comfortable and light-hearted, and by that I mean “drunk,” games involving silliness and lots of movement are a hoot!

“Ha ha! Look at Uncle Jeff dance! He’s about to fall on grandma! Oh, what fun! That could really injure her! Ha ha!”

BUT try playing an involved game like Cranium with a group of normal, sober individuals. Participation will be less than enthusiastic and your mom trying to awkwardly act out riding a buffalo Charades-style will just make everyone want to kill themselves.

…Or maybe that’s just my family, when we aren’t all drunk which is almost never.

None of this matters anyway, since my Main Point™ is that I don’t want more gaming technology that makes me do stuff, physically. The reason I bought my consoles in the first place was so I didn’t have to get off my couch.

Instead, we need to advance our technology in the opposite direction: inward. I don’t want to swing my arm and watch it happen on the screen; I want to think about swinging my arm and watch it happen on the screen. I want my brain to do the work, not my limbs.

Therefore, I propose we come out with new gaming technology called “INACTIV.” Or some other stupid non-word like “Kinect” because America can’t get enough of that bullshit.

Inactiv will still have motion-sensing technology because it will detect when you are moving, and tell you to stop it.

In-game Message: Inactiv is sensing that you are moving too much. Sit quietly and lazily and try again.

It will recognize movements such as drinking from a soda and eating Funyuns because, duh, those are important to gaming and even more so for cognitive brain functions.

Let’s just get right down to it: When I play my Wii, I feel stupid. My brain doesn’t work the same way it does when I’m sitting on the couch with a normal-person controller. I flail in ways never thought possible and suddenly become aware of my lack of right-hand/left-hand coordination.

So, Game Industry™, let’s stop with the flail-sensing technology and start working inward to our brains. I want to THINK about dicking Kenny over in Mario Kart and then SEE it happen. And with Inactiv, he won’t be able to punch me afterward, either, because it would say this:

In-game Message: Inactiv is sensing physical violence between players. Please stop hitting each other and try again.

8/25/10

I HATE THIS BLOG.

I'm not entirely sure why I still have this blog. It's crawling with spammers and that makes me sadface. THANKS, BLOGSPOT, YOU PIECE OF BITCH.

Watch this and rofl:



7/14/10

Motorcycles are Sexy.

My driver’s license proudly sports an “M” in the Endorsements area because – wait for it – I have my motorcycle endorsement. After passing an unbelievably fun and challenging 3-day class a few years ago, I was awarded the coveted ability to become a freeway scalpel. YESSSS.

I love sport motorcycles with the fiery burning passion of a thousand white-hot suns.

My first bike was a 2003 Suzuki Bandit 600s, and holy crap I loved that thing. I had it for about a year before the condo complex Nazis told me I couldn’t park my car AND my bike in my parking spot. EFFERS.

So, I sold it and cried deeply. Or just kicked stuff, I don’t really remember.

ANYWAY.

Get a paper towel ready because if you’re anything like me, you’re about to drool all over your keyboard.


*DROOOOOOOOOL*

This is my DREAM bike: the Ducati Monster 796, in arctic white silk with a red trellis frame. I’m almost confident Ducati had me in mind, specifically, when designing this bike. It’s the perfect size and dry weight for me as a rider, and I don’t want to go any bigger on engine size because I’m not interested in killing myself.

The Monster, as far as naked bikes go, is the epitome of sexy. Every time I sit on it at the Ducati shop that I frequently visit like a dying rich relative, I hear the Archangel Gabriel himself play the upbeat section of Stairway to Heaven on a Fender Stratocaster while white lights shine on my hair that is blown backward by a mysterious gust of sexy wind. Suddenly, I’m pushing 110 mph in full Icon leathers with my matte black SHOEI helmet and gauntlet-style Alpinestars gloves, fighting for first place in the Isle of Man TT. If any of that made sense to you, let’s do lunch.

But alas, it is always short-lived, thanks to the Italian guy who works at the Ducati shop telling me to stop making “vroom” noises because it’s freaking out customers. Then he asks who told me I could sit on the bike. Then I run.

One day I’ll throw caution and hard-earned cash to the wind and purchase my cream-colored Ducati. I really miss motorcycling and hope I still remember how to make bike go. I probably will because it’s… just like… riding a bike? Does that phrase apply to motorcycles? I’m going to assume it does.

So THERE, see? I’m not just obsessed with video games; I’m also obsessed with motorcycles, name-brand cereal, and Clint Eastwood. But not necessarily in that order.