Friday, September 22, 2006

Headsets

Okay, I would like to address one of my biggest pet peeves about online gaming. Yes, I am referring to nothing less severe than microphone headsets.

Microphone headsets are a great tool that add an extra level of teamwork to online games. Being able to communicate with your teammates without having to actually stop and type is an invaluable ability. Unfortunately, microphone headsets can also be a huge nuisance.

Imagine, if you will, a game of Counter Strike. It's a good server, ping below 50, people who know what they're doing, but who don't totally destroy you. There are no tkers or AWP whores. Things are good.

But then, small, orange text pops into the bottom left corner of your screen. It reads:

"OMG I PWN @ CS!!!111111oneoneoneoen has joined the game."*

A shiver runs down your spine as you check the scoreboard. A small yellow speaker with lines
radiating from it is displayed beside his score. You look slowly between his name, and the speaker with horror. Realization slowly dawns on you just as a small box with the accursed speaker and name appears in the corner. At first, nothing happens. Then, a sound begins to come out of your speakers. You smack them, mistaking the noise as a hardware malfunction. It must be a hardware malfunction, you tell yourself. Nothing else could be that annoying.

But then you realize the truth. Your speakers are perfectly fine. You check your options and see that the voice volume is turned down. You stare at it for a minute, uncertain about what to do. Then you click and slowly, oh so slowly, drag the slider to the right and click apply.

The pain is immediate. You desperately clasp your hands over your ears and bang your head against the desk, howling in pain. After a minute the high pitched squealing emanating from your speakers fades into barely audible words. You can hear every dog in the neighborhood barking outside. Your right speaker crackles in protest before exploding outwards. Hot plastic burns into your skin but you don't notice. All you hear is the high, prepubescent voice filling your head.

"Oh my God! You suck! What kind of pansy uses a scout? You guys are all such noobs! The AWP is freaking amazing! Holy crap how did I not hit you? You're so hacking! Oh my God!"

You lose consciousness, and when you wake up you see your character getting t-bagged on the screen. Both your speakers have been reduced to smouldering piles of plastic. Had your speakers held up you might have been killed. You utter a quick prayer to the sky and take half a bottle of Advil for the splitting headache you are now experiencing.

This, my friends, is what happens when 12 year-old Counter-Strike noobs get to use headsets. It's shocking, I know, but anyone who's ever played an online game knows how true it is.
If you're one of those 12 year-olds, go find a nice, tall cliff and jump off it.

That's pretty much it.

-Mullet Fish



*This is a name I've actually seen while playing Counter-Strike. Don't believe me? Go play Counter-Strike.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

My legs...and arms...and stomach...

Well, for those who don't know, I am in the Royal Canadian Army Cadets. It blows.

Now tonight we had a sports night. When cadets say that it's going to be a "sports" night, they do in fact mean that it's going to be a "Run until you start to feel sick and get dizzy, then instead of getting some water and having a nice rest, we'll make you do push-ups and Airborne jumping jacks and scissor kicks and then you get to try an play ball hockey against the well rested officers who play in a league, and then if you're a member of the Cool Dumbasses they make you do flag party drill with your eyes closed until the RSM of the corps is happy. Then you get to go home and try and remain conscious long enough to make a half-assed attempt at doing your homework while your parents and sister bitch at you" night. But I'm not bitter. Oh no, not me.

And Pabber, I'm not going to leadership camp.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Yay Shooting!

So today was like, an awesome day. I did my homework in like, half an hour, and then it was off to the range with dear father.

It was intense. First I got to fire a 1941 Lee Enfield. It was pretty cool, but it was louder, and there was more recoil than I had anticipated. I can totally see why those war vets are a bit hard of hearing. I had a hard time hearing one of the things with ear protection on. I can't imagine having like, hundreds of the things going off around me.

Anyway, the Enfield was pretty sweet. Then I got to shoot the M1 Garand, a gun I had heretofore been able to shoot only in Day of Defeat. It was pretty cool. It ejects the spent casings pretty quick, though, and I managed to hit the people next to me with one. Oh, and when the clip is finished, it actually makes that cool metallic noise, and pops the case up and out. Apparently it's the only gun to do that.

Then, after going a couple of relays with the Garand, I got to use some crazy, custom, .303 rifle with a scope. It was awesome. The crosshairs were the same as in Counter-Strike 1.6, and when I shot a bullseye I couldn't resist muttering "Headshot." My dad, of course, had no idea what I was talking about.

Overall, it was an excellent waste of an afternoon, although my shoulder is a little sore now.

The blog is running pretty shweetly, if I do say so myself. Look at all these posts! Woo.

And that's about all I have to say.

-Mullet Fish

Jimi in...

Most call me Mathias, but you can call me Jimi if you want.

I met Chathias in the second grade of elementary school, here on the bonny bonny banks on Loch Lomo....err, the playground of the school in Nova Scotia. Since then we have remained best of friends, even though he had the gall to move halfway across the country, the bastard, haha joking man.

Yeah well anyways I was in a golf tournament yesterday, with a whopping two hours of sleep my father and I headed out to the course. It was a shotgun start so we ended up having to go to the 12th hole first, luckily I got to drive the golf cart, except for the fact that our cart had a flat tyre and a dying battery, in tanked on, that cart was a trooper.
We were paired up with a guy named Dave Richards, who lives 15 minutes away from me, but I find it cool because he owns a huge worldwide company called PV Inspections.
Well anyways we shot 1 under par in the tournament, (-1, 71, however you want to put it), and we probably won some prizes but my dad decided to leave early so we will never know.
But other than that, I won a t-shirt and got some weird bag thingy with some golf balls, and a hat, and some other stuff, that was cool.
At the lunch after the tournament I was sitting at a table with 3 shipping agents, and one guy where I don't know what he does, and the other guy worked for FedEX. The guy who worked for FedEx, I had actually met him the week before at the AirShow, it was pretty cool, small world after all.
I met a lot of really nice people there, quite a few were Americans.
Other than that, it was an awesome tournament, and I can't wait to go again next year.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Oh Dear

Well, I'm Mullet Fish. You can call me, "T3h //\/\u1137 F15h" if you really want, but I don't recommend it. It took me like, a minute to type that thing up. Although it sure is beastly...

Anyway, this should be an interesting project. We'll basically chronicle the various goings-on of the Cool Dumbasses. Usually "Cool Dumbasses" is preceded by the current number of members, but exactly how many members we have has been a little bit...unclear, lately.

I guess this isn't really much in the way of an introductory post. Although it's late and I'm a little tired. We're still getting this blog sorted out, working out exactly how it works and whatnot. It seems fairly straightforward, so we should start having some regular posts in no time.

That's all for me.

-Mullet Fish

Welcome...welcome to the CD Blog.

Good evening, Internet. This is sure to be an interesting endeavour.

This blog will be shared by the requisite members of the Cool Dumbasses; Chathias, Jimithias, Mullet Fish, Pabber and T-Bore. For those of you who don't know who the Cool Dumbasses are, allow me to explain.

The Cool Dumbasses is really just a group of friends with a shared love for gaming. I met Jimithias when I lived on the east coast, and met the rest of the group soon after moving here, Mullet Fish a bit later. We generally play games like Garry's Mod, StarCraft, Counter Strike, Day of Defeat, The Specialists, etc. As an addition, we each play games that the others don't. (Me especially.)

So, sit back internet, and wait out the ride that is the CD Blog.

-Chathias