One,Two,Three--Sing: Tell-Me-What-Want. What-You-Really-Real
One,Two,Three--Sing: Tell-Me-What-Want. What-You-Really-Really-Want...
The Codex, where 'The King' has not yet ' left the building'!
kingcomrade:
Now he's a satirist? Why not just say what you really want to say instead of coming up with all these twisty twirly justifications of what reviewers supposedly should or should not do or be.
[Brilliant rhetorical straight line!]
... Why not just say what you really want to say ... what reviewers supposedly should or should not do or be.
Games, game reviews, game reviewers,
poured into a crystalline critical glass,
examined in heated pressure to critical mass.
To demystify
To exemplify
To ramify
To ratify
To codify
Teh Codex!
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I have resistance to the television format.
I have developed a resistance to the flash format.
Flash video, flash marketing.
Even when on broadband,
the waiting, the waiting, the waiting for all the web page commercial content to load up,
and for my eyes to sort out, sort out, sort out, and trash all the web page commercial content is --> too much like work.
This Zero-P is now just filler for another commercial vehicle, the compromised conveyance of used car salesmen and vegetable slicer dicers. The web is TV junior and Z-P just another come on - another - hook.
Some glory hole Z-P as 'Star Trek' The Next Incarceration, others may only see The Last Remake Of --> 'My Mother The Car'.
With all, all, all, this commercial content we pay to view, this commercial content can not be separated from the message.
The teased cat sees the hand dangling the string. Dorothy and Toto see the man behind the screen.
Go to 'The Escapist' and witness Zero-P?
On dial up and basic DSL, I feel at the bottom of a conceptual gravity well. Traveling from page to page, like anticipating earth 'escape' velocity in a hot air balloon.
To achieve some web spaces it is too much like work. Each 'delta T' paced in single unit digit mono syllable, accounting each pumping heart beat, each rasping breath.
Training for future treadmill exercise, those nex gen games.
Either by raw physics or mean street expedition, it seems a thankless job that doesn't net a pay off.
I discover a refined entertainment by showing up at the Codex and reading this discussion of Zero-P, and only confinement -- entrapment -- at 'The Escapist'.
The Codex, where 'The King' has not yet ' left the building'!
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