Amber Night (rebooted)

From CNN:

Chess master Bobby Fischer, one of the greatest chess players in history, has died, a spokesman for the World Chess Federation confirmed to CNN Friday. He was 64.

Not being a student of “the game,” I’m completely unqualified to write anything close to an obit for the man who brought so much color and controversy to the game. So I’ll settle for just a few observations.

As famous for his anti-semitism and caustic comments after the September 2001 attacks as he was for his unmatched chess skills, Bobby Fischer was as controversial as he was colorful. And while he probably never held a guitar-shaped input device, hunted Merlocks, or kicked Hibby ass, Fischer did advance the notion of the game as entertainment (and perhaps even spectacle), and I’m sure both the game industry and game players of all types have benefited in some small way from his life.

People like Bobby Fischer invariable leave their marks on the world in ways we may never fully understand. When they die, they leave a hole we also may never fully understand. And so Bobby Fischer will perhaps not be remembered in fondness by many, but he will be collectively missed by those of us who love nothing more than to sit in one place for hours on end, using our brains and imaginations for the sheer joy of kicking ass.

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Writers block is a bitch. I would describe to you in graphic detail all of the qualities and personality traits of this particular demon goddess bitch, but…hello? Writers block! Sheesh.

Sweet jeebus, I’m sitting here trying to write a simple paragraph or two about my weekly romp through Middle Earth, and I can’t even come up with anything interesting about that. Romp though…that was pretty good. Simple, single-syllable, but still very descriptive. If you’re a goddamned 2nd grader that is. It gets italics anyway.

I just went back and italicized “hello? Writers block!” too, thinking that might buy me a little time to come up with a decent next paragraph, but…oh for fuck’s sake. To be fair, it’s not all bad. I can still conjure up common curse words. Without the cursing I’m pretty sure this whole blog would come tumbling down like a house of…a house of…you know…a house made out of something really flimsy that you would never ever build a house with because you’d look like a total jackass when the next stiff wind came by. Sponge cake maybe.

It must be a tumor. A cancerous writing-ability-sucking brain tumor that is slowly sucking the writing ability from my brain, just like you would think a writing-ability-sucking brain tumor would do. I just went back and italicized cancerous. I don’t think that’s right, but who the hell am I to know for sure now? For all I know I’m writing in Pig Latin (is “Pig Latin” capitalized?) or iambic pentameter or Wingding or some shit, and it all looks great to me because I’m seeing it through the haze of the tumor but it looks like Pig Latin or iambic pentameter or Wingding or some shit to you. Yes, I played with the idea of posting a paragraph of Wingdings, but then I realized I’m on a Mac and I don’t think I have Wingdings. Wingdings is a fun word though because it sorta sounds naughty but it isn’t.

I just went back and un-italicized “who the hell am I to know for sure now?”. Is “Wingding” one word or two?

OH!! Guitar Hero III is fun.

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Plotline at Yahoo Movies for the January release of Teeth:

High school student Dawn works hard at suppressing her budding sexuality by being the local chastity group’s most active participant. Her task is made even more difficult by her bad boy stepbrother Brad’s increasingly provocative behavior at home. A stranger to her own body, innocent Dawn discovers she has a toothed vagina when she becomes the object of violence. As she struggles to comprehend her anatomical uniqueness, Dawn experiences both the pitfalls and the power of being a living example of the vagina dentata myth.

Wait. There’s a “vagina dentata myth?” Huh.

How did the pitch go, I wonder?