Meh of Colossus

I bought Shadow of the Colossus a few months back and for a while savored the fun of figuring out each colussus one at a time, which is why it took a while to finish the game (Mostly lies, I was splitting game time between WoW, FFXII, Colossus, my new DS Lite, etc.).

I really enjoyed the game up through about the 12th colossus. Many memorable slayings of giants. Even though there were the occasional beast that I finally figured out accidentally in sheer frustration, I couldn't be happier with the game. At that point I would call it one of the best games I've ever played on any console.

Then something happened.

A couple of problems exist in the game from the very beginning, but they are minor and easily ignored most of the time. The controls used to mover your character about are not as responsive as I'd like, and the camera has a mind of it's own, and a desire to show off scenery instead of where I'm going.

I fell from great heights off the back of a soaring monster multiple times. This happened only because the camera continously tried to turn to show my character from the front, instead of my destination. Combine that with the unresponsive controls and you have a recipe for aggravation.

One colossus (I'll be vague to not spoil what needs to happen) absolutely refused to get in the position it needed to be for me to accomplish the trick that was required. I sat on it's back hanging on for 30 minutes, as it craftily avoided where I wanted (and it's pathing had already successfully done 3 times before) it to go.

You know what makes a game less fun? Knowing where you need to get your character to, and knowing where you are currently at, but not being able so see either of them. Trying to drop from one moving object onto another moving object while the camera is stuffed in the smelly armpit of living stone is not fun.

Shadow of the Colossus was a pretty good game, but could have been great if it didn't suffer from the worst camera control I have ever experienced in any game...ever!

Firefly: Who are you?

Your results:
You are Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command)


Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command)
Dependable and trustworthy.
You love your significant other and
you are a tough cookie when in a conflict.



95% Malcolm Reynolds (Captain)

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65% Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)

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65% Wash (Ship Pilot)

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60% River (Stowaway)

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60% Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic)

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55% Derrial Book (Shepherd)

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55% Inara Serra (Companion)

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40% Jayne Cobb (Mercenary)

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35% A Reaver (Cannibal)

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30% Alliance

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Click here to take the Serenity Firefly Personality Test

Normally these little things end up pretty far from the truth, but in this case (except you know, not being a black chick) I think it hit pretty darn close to home.

Lynch Mob

It appears as though the Don Imus issue is concluding now. Just so we're clear, I don't really know anything about Imus, what he stands for or what his show was about. Could be a creep, could be a decent fella, I don't know.

Imus made some rude comments about some women basketball players. He called them "nappy-headed hos." Even if their hair could be technically described as "nappy", or if they are promiscuous, "nappy-headed" is considered a racist remark, just like "cracker", "nigger", or "wop" (I'll discuss the power of those terms some other day).

From what I understand, Imus doesn't apologize for much of anything he says or does, but in this case he did. Back when I knew english, an apology was an attempt at gaining forgiveness for something you did. A lot of people have a hard time forgiving, but you would think a Reverend would understand the concept a little better.

Instead of forgiveness, Rev. Jesse Jackson and his buddy Al Sharpton formed a lynch mob to go after Imus' livelyhood. Those two stirred up enough media, for fearful corporations to pull advertising support from Imus. This in turn led to CBS firing Imus.

It gets better...
Imus’ troubles have also affected his wife, author Deirdre Imus, whose household cleaning guide, “Green This!” came out this week. Her promotional tour has been called off “because of the enormous pressure that Deirdre and her family are under"

Here's some irony for you.
Volunteers were getting about 200 more pledges per hour than they did last year, with most callers expressing support for Imus.

Get that would you, the actual public itself could forgive the guy, but a couple of ministers (apparantly not Christian) rallied the media to pressure some corporations to set a buring cross in Imus' yard (figuratively), drag his wife into the street to rape and beat her (figuratively again), then string him up in the nearest tree (still figuratively).

Do you think Martin Luther King Jr. would be proud of these two racist knuckleheads? I don't think so either.

First they came...

I knew nothing of this poem until reading Zen today.

This is my take on it.

When the TSA took away nail clippers,
I remained silent;
My nails were trimmed and short.

When they took away the alcoholics,
I remained silent;
I do not drink.

When they took away the shod,
I remained silent;
I travel in sandals.

When they came for the lotion,
I remained silent;
I have no lotion.

When they could see through clothing,
I did not speak out;
I look pretty damn good.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.