The hamster returns again, concluding this arc. Will he return again? Who knows? It might be likely considering how unique his name is.

Well, as you are reading this right now, it is extremely likely that I will be high as a kite in the space station on pain killers right now. No, I am not a druggie, in fact, these are prescribed for the actual purpose of murdering pain. Pain, specifically induced by surgery. Don’t worry, I am a veteran of surgical stays. They can actually be turned around into something quite enjoyable as soon as you realize: “Hey! I get to lie in bed all day, do whatever I want, and have wondrous drugs pumped into my system!”

I was intending to write a fantastic and highly entertaining post in advance, but the night sort of snuck up on me and I have to get up to go the hospital in the morning. (I am writing this on Sunday night.)

I considered writing about why I am having surgery, and what it entails, but after reading it, it seemed like sort of a downer. So instead, I will tell you that I have candyitis, which makes everything taste like candy. (It’s a curse, really.) They have to do surgery to fix it. C-:

So yeah, hopefully I won’t be trapped in the hospital for too long. There will definitely be a comic next week, I 100% guarantee it. It’s because I love you all so much. I just want you to have a new comic!

I don’t think you will see any “Poop in Bed” comics for the next few weeks though, because, despite my requests for comics in advance, Joel has completely failed to send even ideas to me. Yeah, he does suck. You should probably go throw rocks at him. He lives in Canada, so just start looking there. He shouldn’t be too hard to track down. Just ask around.

Left 4 Dead came out . . . well, yesterday. (It’s weird to speak about the future like it’s the past, keeping in mind that I am writing this post on Sunday night). Noah and I have been craving the game since we heard about it oh so long ago. The demo only caused the maddening desire to be increased, as the game delivers, and in a BIG way. The maddening part is I might have to wait a few days before trying it, since I might be too hopped up on painkillers to have any clue what is going on. (Argued to be possibly the only way to maximize a gaming experience.)

I should have time to write a more extensive blog entry next week. (I know that is what you desire.)

Who knows? I might even make some posts while “under the influence.” Those are always fun!

-Nathan

(Sorry about the spelling/grammar errors, I did not have time to proofread this beforehand!)

Invisible text! I’ll just put a secret message here after each blog post.

If you got time, and don’t mind the occasional profanity laced offensive heretic blasphemous lewd colourful and all around good time, you should check out. A YouTube sensation! But be warned. He uses very colorful language. And by colorful, I mean very, very profane. But if you’re “hip” with the “scene” (whatever that means) you should get a coupla lols out of it.

If you use Facebook or it’s drug-laced strung out older brother, MySpace (and admit it - you use one of them. Don’t be ashamed) then you’ll know that occasionally you get friend requests from weird Vegas-wife looking 40 year old women. “Hmm.” you think, “I didn’t meet any 40 year old women with piercings surrounding their eyelids recently, did I?” You assume not (though who knows!) and decline the friend request.

But what would happen if you were to accept?

That’s where I come in. I’m like mythbusters, only way more useless.

VEGAS WIFE 1

(Personal invasion of privacy? Maybe. But you just know that corporations google “stock woman photo”, create profiles, then get lonely guys to send off credit card numbers for potential nekkid pics)

So Vegas wife #1! Looks friendly enough! Her location was in Alabama, and being from Canada, I really don’t know anyone from Alabama (or even Arkansas for that matter!), so I found it weird when she sent this strangely personal Facebook message.

Hey! You look nice. Wanna chat? Hit me up on AIM. My AIM user name is ***********.

I complied.

Instantly she begun a conversation. Evidently a human individual was personally sitting there waiting, and was definitely not an automated computer script.

Sandycheeks31: Hey!

bigbrothajonpimpin: Was hattenin’

Sandycheeks31: Thanks for adding me.

bigbrothajonpimpin: No probbbs

Sandycheeks31: How are you?

bigbrothajonpimpin: keanu reeves

Sandycheeks31: I’m great. Do you want to see some pics?

bigbrothajonpimpin: no

Sandycheeks31: Accept this ;)…

Sandycheeks31: Rats! It’s not working. I hate it when it does this. Here, why don’t you just go to this site… *********

bigbrothajonpimpin: wait a sec, you’re not just a automated computer script that just sends out programmed responses and then spams a link at the end, right?

Sandycheeks31: I’ll see you there….

bigbrothajonpimpin: no, you won’t.

So that’s one. But now it was time for:

VEGAS WIFE #2…. ah, screw it

They’re all the same. Seriously I tried twice more and they were exact variations on the same automated script.

I hope this has been insightful for you.

The more you know.

Alright! So we’re poopin’ in bed once again (disgusting).

I was actually once looking at pictures of monkeys in people clothes during class one day, and when I showed the person next to me they actually had to duck into the hallway because they were laughing so hard. So apparently - monkeys? People clothes? Surefire comedy hit.

Alright till next week

love,

joel

If you have been living under a rock, and you don’t get cable or reception under your rock. This video should help you understand the comic.

Yeah, Five dollar foot-longs? Thats just asking for it. The first thing I thought when I heard that name was that it would make a good name for a porno. Not that I now anything about the subject. I don’t eat Subway often so I don’t know if there are hidden benifits that come with the meal or anything. Anyway the look on Tims face in the first panel reminds me of Homer Simpson for some reason.

Ok now for the important stuff. well I spent the weekend with Nathan and we played Gears of War 2. much better than I expected and I already thought it looked good. It improves on the first Gears in almost every way and is loads of fun to play. I tryed to get Nathan to see Rocknrolla with me but he was to lazy so we watched birds off his back deck for the rest of the weekend. Nathan just cant get enough of those birds. At any rate I already saw the film and Im pleased to say that is Fantastic. Funny, Interesting, and well worth your time if you have a sence of humor.    

Noah

Young Tim has acquired yet another pet! And this comic also has highly appealing product placement in it . . . or so it might seem.

If you are at least moderately observant, you might have noticed that next to the title of the comic, the text “Part 1 of 2” is present. Thinking that I might be heading in for surgery on the tenth of November, Noah and I cooked up a storyline so I could get the comics done in advance during my absence. As it would be, the surgery has been pushed back to the 17th and thus, we are now stuck with a two-part comic. Oh fate! Ye can be so unexpected!

The humor of these comics is going to be pretty juvenile. You thought this week’s was immature? Just wait until you see what we have in store for you in Part 2.

GAMER STUFF

As you probably know, if you are one of the cool kids who own Xbox 360s (simmer down fanboys), Gears of War 2 dropped on Friday. Noah managed to catch a train up to Seattle to partake in some cooperative warfare against the foul Locust horde. (Truly the only way to play campaign.) A decent amount of time later, with the story mode of the game completed I can finally share my thoughts and opinions on the game here. Compared to the first, I can safely say that the second is a far richer experience. It’s essentially exactly the same game, just with everything that was wrong fixed. Instead of coin-flip chainsaw battles, you now lock blades with your foe, furiously mashing the “B” button, hoping to be the one standing intact at the end. The visuals seem slightly glossed up and downed enemies can now be executed in a variety of highly-visceral means.

In a sense, no drastic departures from the game that we all know and love (or hate: OMG 360 sux!) The attitude of the game is far different, as Noah quite perfectly put it, “the first game had more the feel like the Germans would have had in the last days of World War II, when they were desperately fighting a losing battle.” I would have to say that, while maintaining that metaphor, Gears of War 2 feels more like D-Day for the Allies. The story is more of you attacking the Locusts, trying to crush them and end the war. While this takes away from the gloomy, raw feel of the first (which I do look back upon with affection) this one mounts with a epic and heroic thrill ride, a rush that starts at the beginning and flows until the end. It’s incredibly great, and I would heartily recommend the game to any action fans.

There is also this meaty new mode that has been garnering a lot of attention called “Horde.” It’s a co-operative mode where you and potentially four other friends tackle wave after wave of vicious Locust horde in steadily increasing difficulty. What’s so fantastic about it is how it constantly changing. While defeat at the hands of a group of rocket launching “Boomers,” may be the cause of your defeat one time, the retry might see a total absence of Boomers, and you might instead face a scalding defeat from the receiving end of a different Boomer wielding a flamethrower. It really reminds me of how Left 4 Dead works, with a constantly changing game mode, different to a certain degree every time you play it to keep you continuously on your toes and surprised. It’s highly reminiscent of multiplayer gaming, where you are essentially playing the exact same game over and over, but no two matches are ever the same.

I have yet to seriously delve into the multiplayer, I have played a small handful of matches, but I still do not feel that I have gotten an entirely accurate grasp of the experience. The game is still in the brief yet glorious period where there are many fresh players who have never played Gears of War prior, which results in me actually doing okay in an online match. I played a moderate amount of the first Gears online, and never felt like I succeeded. I never felt comfortable playing the Gears online, perhaps it is because of its radically different feel as opposed to the normal first-person-shooters that I typically play. The actual rules of the first game, (take cover or die) did not actually apply in the multiplayer context. This sequel seems to actually encourage a moderate increase in the use of cover, making it feel at least slightly more familiar to what I have experienced playing in the single player.

It’s entirely a very firm, luscious experience as a whole, and I could easily foresee it stealing my online multiplayer attention for sometime. Unfortunately for Gears, Left 4 Dead comes out in less than a week. (November 18th), and that will be robbing all of my attention. Sorry Gears of War! Better luck next time!

END OF GEARS TALK

As I mentioned before: I have surgery next Monday (the 17th) and will be out of commission for hopefully no more than 2 weeks. Should not have any gaps in the comics, so those will be completely available for your viewing.

-Nathan

Woooobama! If you’re looking for a Canadian’s perspective on your election, there it is. I watched more hours of coverage of your election than I did mine, but then again ours was as boring as a board meeting at a grocery store (good joke? i dunno).

Alright so for some reason I’ve seen the movie Transformers like seven or eight times now. When people want to watch a movie, there’s always one dude who seems to go “hey, transformers! I haven’t seen that yet!” I always protest, but to no avail. Transformers gets thrown in. I don’t mind the movie. It’s decently entertaining, it’s got some good action even though it gives me a headache. The story is sorta dumb, but it is a story about robots from space fighting over a big cube that creates worlds (typing that out really makes it seem like the guy who started the franchise was inspired by some sort of drug). Shia LeBeouf is entertaining and the babe is a babe. So all around, not really that bad of a movie. I wouldn’t mind watching it two or three times.

But seven?

After you watch Transformers seven times, you start to notice certain parts that are really, really dumb.

I’m not going to go into too much detail. But one character in the movie is so horrifically bad and weird and annoying I have to point it out.

Not the Dad, not Jon Voight, not Bernic Mac (RIP) but AGENT SIMMONS.

(pointless rant incoming)

This guy is the worst supporting character in the history of cinema. Sure, you might say, “there are hundreds that are worse!” and you’d actually probably be right. But for some reason this guy makes me so angry. And obviously his characer is meant to be that way. He is antagonistic. “You see this?” he says to Shia LeBeouf and Babe character, showing his badge, “This is a do-whatever-you-want-and-get-away-with-it-badge”. Not only is that a terrible badge name with an excess of hyphens, it is annoying and no real agent would ever admit that.

This is a picture from when Shia Lebeouf’s love interest babe for some reason asks the the agent to take off his clothes. Okay? So he is a jerk, you make him take off his clothes? That seems unnecessary. Anyways. He strips down and is wearing “Sector 7″ underpants. Why? Who knows. Now, you might be saying “but it’s a joke! He’s a comical character! He is a larger-than-life agent played for laughs!” Yes, he is. And it is so annoying.

Here he is looking like a general nincompoop. What are you looking at? Look at how smug he is. Looking around like that. I want to punch him in the face.

…. it really is a unfounded hate. There really is no reason I feel this way towards an arbitrary one-shot character who takes up like ten minutes in a mediocre film. I think I’m allowed it though. I don’t really hold any grudges towards anything, and generally am not an irritable person, but Agent Simmons? I vow to picket Transformers 2 if he is included in it.

Alright. Hope that wasn’t too obscure for you.

Poop in Bed! I could write literally paragraphs about my distain for the Family Circus. It is just slightly below the quality of those comics that come with Hubba Bubba (starring: Pud!). But instead of writing paragraphs, I’ll just show you this:

Till next time!

love,

joel

Don’t you like it when we help you make decisions? Just turn off your brain, settle in, and we will help you in the tough decision of whether or not to continue consuming flesh.

Watch out, the comic has a lot of words this week. My bad, I was on a roll and the words just kept pouring out. I guess if the text is too much, I threw some cool colors and stuff, so I guess you can look at those and go, “Whoa, cool colors.”

I was pretty pleased with the art this week. I tried a few new techniques, one of which was some texturing, which I think really added to the art. There were so many text boxes covering up my blood sweat and tears, that I have prepared another image for you, completely devoid of any text. Mostly so you could see the barn door that I so loving crafted just for you.

This week’s comic actually spun from a discussion Noah and I were having. It involved Noah saying, “My teacher said that vegetarians actually have an increased rate of brain deterioration than people who eat meat.”

“Cool,” I responded. It seems like a somewhat outrageous claim, and I seriously doubt the veracity of this statement. I will happily believe it though. I want to believe it. It’s like when you first start to have doubts about the existence of Santa, you want it to be real so bad that you will actually force yourself to believe.

Then I found this FAQ on PeTA’s website, detailing why you should stop eating animals. Honestly, I thought the whole thing was stupid (as I think most of the things PeTA does are). I understand not wanting to eat animals, but the whole article was just annoying to me. The quotes in the comic are actual quotes from that page.

I want to talk about PeTA for a moment, if I may. Contrary to previous sources, we are not WeTA here at Good in Theory (Webcartoonists for the Electrocution and Torture of Animals.) I mean, I can agree with them on some levels, such as not hurting animals, and treating them humanely but . . . come on. I love meat, and I think that a lot of people agree with me. I also like milk, cheese, and eggs. There is nothing about squash that compels me more than a medium-rare steak. Maybe I would despise PeTA less if they weren’t such a pack of hippy-psychos. I have spent hours browsing their site, as it is just like page after page of crazy. The funny kind of crazy, not the “Lock-you-in-a-basement-and-wear-your-face-as-a-mask” crazy. Take a look at this panel from this absolutely hilarious PeTAKids comic:

I think it is funny how hard they have to compel children to hate the researchers who use animals for tests. It isn’t enough that they “cut the animals’ heads off with scissors,” oh no, “they laughed” while they did it.

As for animal abuse, I have a small fuzzy dog of my own, who I rarely if ever abuse. (Simmer down psycho-hippies, that was a joke) although I do admit to laughing when I do it. Take this photograph from the aftermath of my most recent round of abuse:

In my defense, I was not the one who actually purchased the costume.

So I watched the election last night, and, to no big surprise, and something you obviously already know, Barack Hussein Obama II is now the 44th President of the Untited States of America. It’s actually pretty exciting, having your candidate of choice win for once after eight dark years. Watching Obama’s first comments in Chicago after being elected revived my patriotism. A patriotism that over the past five years Dubya has been furiously molesting. I am really hoping that this will be out of this filthy latrine that we have only been wallowing in as we sink deeper and deeper into the raw excrement.

Obviously if you are a McCain fan, you are probably pretty bummed out, and my semi-gloating post probably isn’t helping you feel any better. Let’s look at the bright side:

-No more madness-inducing political ads: “In 2004, Senator McCain voted in favor of burning puppies. Honest! Fo’ realz! We have no reason to lie.”

-If the president ever, EVER screws up, you can immediately say, “well, I voted for McCain *SCOFF SCOFF*” and feel incredibly self-righteous for a short period of time.

-Palin can continue rockin’ Alaska like she does best.

-Bush is gone! Well . . . in January he’s gone. But still. No more Bush! And if you are one of the 30% (and I am being f***ing generous) or so of Americans who still support Bush. Wow. I . . . uh . . . admire your . . . devotion.

I was checking FOX News (don’t ask why, this is not something I make a habit of) and I saw this article about how President Bush spent election night. I actually had to laugh. It must really suck to be Bush. I mean think about just the political ads. He plops down on the couch to catch an episode of Gossip Girls or Dancing With the Stars and then this ad comes on:

“You know who really sucks? George W. Bush. That guy is such a douche. McCain is basically the same as Bush, so a vote for McCain is a vote for Bush. You don’t want another douche for President do you? Remember: McCain=Bush, and Bush is a mondo-douche . . . who sucks.”

I really don’t think you could easily resume enjoying the smooth moves of Lance Bass after seeing ad like that.

New Poop in Bed up on Wednesday accompanying Joel’s blog post, and here’s a link to last week’s if you missed it.

-Nathan

happy hallowe’en!

… that’s all i have to say on that.

IT’S HERE after week (just one) of suspense and nail-biting, the final three chapters of the children’s classic reggae folk experience Pork E. Hogg. I might add that I still think that this story is marketable. Think about it! He’s a pig! He goes on a cross country journey in search of his family and his junk pile! He almost gets butchered multiple times! He meets interesting characters along the way, such as the shameless Cheetos mascot ripoff and the “train comnishner”. It’s multi-layered and altogether charming, and your kids are going to love reading it for the low low price of ten dollars. I will be taking pre-orders for the finished work soon.

PORK E. HOGG
Chapter Two

Pork walked threw the city streets looking for his garbage pile. It could be anywhere in the whole world. He stoped and asked a citisen if he had seen it. “Sorry, piggy!” said the man. Pork began to cry. All of his things were in the garbage pile. He grew up living in the garbage pile and it was his house. He thought that he would never give up and started asking more people if they had seen the pile. No one did. Pork asked people in the rest of the day and then the sun started to go down. Pork realized that he was very hungry.

Pork found a shop that smelled good and saw a sign out front that said “Fork $1.99″. Pork thought that it was strange that he had to buy his fork but he was very hungry and so he went inside the shop and asked for a meal. Then the owner grabbed him and pulled him into the back room! Pork was then strapped to a metal board! “Hey what are you doing! I thought I was coming in for a meal! It said that forks only cost $1.99!” The owner said ” That said Pork but a part of it was faded off because of the rain!” Pork then realized that he was going to be the dinner for other people! The owner pulled out a big nife and raised it high into the air. Quickly Pork chewed through his ropes and jumped to the ground as the nife slammed into the board. Pork tripped the man and ran out of the shop and while he was outside he took a marker and fixed the f to say pork so that no other Pigs would fall for the trap! He then ran away.

I posted up to this chapter on my old blog, which is hidden in the far reaches of the interwebs to collect dust. As I had predicted, people reading my blog then were enthralled and captivated by the trials and tribulations of Pork E. Hogg, and desperately needed closure on the tale. I never gave it to them. My blog drifted into seedy forgotten underbelly of the web, next to Napster and Friendster, never to be cared for again. This broke the hearts of some people, including some weirdo from Malaysia who bookmarked my blog and checks it still every week, two years later. Odd.

So, while I did not satisfy their cravings, so instead I will satisfy yours - with the never before seen action packed 3rd and 4th chapters of PORK E. HOGG!!!!!! (no one is as excited as I am.)

PORK E. HOGG
Chapter Three

Pork dusted off of his feet and looked into the horisen. He did not know where to start looking for his junk pile. Suddenly, a bad smell filled his nostrils. He would know that smell anywhere. He knew that smell belonged to his junk pile! He looked around everywhere and saw a different train, and his junk pile was on the back of it! The train was stopped at a crossing but was moving soon so Pork E. Hogg had to run! He ran and barely made it but grabbed onto the back of the train as it started to drive off! He could hardly hold on with his paws and was slipping, but then a bird flew in and picked him up on to the top of the train. “Who are you?” said Pork to the bird. “My name is Albert! What are you doing on my train, skwaaak!” Pork looked at Albert who was a black crow with a long beak. “I am here for my junk pile, it’s right there on the top of the train!” Albert said, “Oh, that’s not your junk pile, thats the train drivers! He picked it up off the side of the road.” Pork shook his head, “No. I would know the look and smell of my junk pile anywhere. I need to get it off the train.” Albert said “Ok. I will help you. Skwaaaak!!”

Albert flew Pork overtop the caboose holding his pile of garbage and dumped him into it. It was good! Pork landed right next to his favrite pile of old pizza. He was home! But suddenly the train driver lifted Pork up by his neck! “What are you doing in my junk pile!” said the driver. “It’s not your pile” said Pork. The driver pulled out a shovel and swung it at Pork. “Yelp!” Said Pork and he jumped out of the way. But he was cornered! The driver took the shovel again and tried to hit Pork with it and he was close to hitting him! But he missed because Albert flew in and bit the driver on the ear! “Ouch!” said the driver. “Run Pork!” said Albert. Pork jumped off the train and tumbled but he was alright. He watched as the train took his garbage away into the sunset. He tried running after it but it was too fast. He sat down on the ground, sad. He didn’t know where the garbage was headed. “Why so glum”? said a voice behind Pork. He turned around it was Albert! “Thank you for helping me” said Pork. “You’re welcome skwaaak!” said Albert. “Will you help me find my garbage pile?” said Pork. Albert said “skwaaak! Always happy to help!”

And finally, the final chapter: four.

PORK E. HOGG
Chapter Four

Pork looked around with Albert. The wasteland was empty and desert. He could still smell his garbage pile from when the train was close and it left a trail of the smell. Albert said, “all we gotta do is follow the smell. Skwaaaak!” Pork E. Hogg nodded. They began following the smell, when suddenly a big tornado formed in the distence! It was getting closer! It was a cloud of smoke twirling really fast. Albert yelled “Skwaaak! We have to get out of here!!!”. They began to run when they saw that the cloud of smoke was coming from behind a fast moving animal. They stopped and looked and the animal jumped in front of them. It was a cheetah. Pork E Hogg looked at the cheetah “Who are you?” he said. The Cheetah smiled at them and said, “My name’s Chester Cheetah! What’s your\’#&@%(@(”

What’s that you say? Anti-climactic? Maybe so. But the moment I realized that the idea of the Cheetah was stolen from Cheetos I scrapped the whole thing, scribbling out the rest of the page as indicated by the symbols at the end there. I was sort of getting tired of the whole writer thing and wanted to go play baseball anyways. I was a tortured writer, always striving to get out that latest magnum opus but also really inclined to go ring someone’s doorbell then run. So conflicted.

So I hope you’ve enjoyed this blast from the past, and maybe someday I will jarringly finish the work and bring in unwanted romantic subplots and unneeded themes… like sacrifice and the meaning of life. “This junk pile represents all my hopes and dreams in the world!!!!” maybe not.

Alright so Poop in Bed! I think this one speaks for itself. Hope you enjoy.

- joel

As close to Halloween as we could drag it out . . . the conclusion of “One Chilly October Day.”

This is officially both the longest and the first completed storyline this comic has ever done. The last two times storylines were attempted, things got mucked up and they had to be called off. No longer!

Now that this arc has been completed, what did you guys think? Did you enjoy the continuity? Is this something we should attempt to do once in awhile? Leave a comment on the blog or e-mail at goodintheorycomic@gmail.com, we’d like to hear from you! (At least I would.)

With the frenzy of putting the new site up, I completely, completely forgot to mention the news that I was saving until the launch. You may or may not have noticed the eyeball icon in the site header with the words “Eyeskream Member” beneath it. You also may or may not have let your curiosity get the best of you, and with eyes aglow with wonder, clicked the link. If you did, you would have been transported to the site of the Eyeskream Webcomic Creators Group.

A few months ago, whilst trapped in the monotonous labyrinth of the hospital, I was scouring the Internet for the usual thing I search for when I am bored: people who are willing to compensate me for drawing silly pictures. Long story short, I located a posting by Eyeskream Manager, Erik Bouchard, wanting someone to draw a monthly webcomic about the Eyeskream mascot, named “Skreamie,” and said artist would be compensated with free webhosting and a domain name.

That was good enough for me! Now I draw artwork for the site, as well as the comic, which has yet to launch the first issue. (You can actually see a tiny, unreadable version of it in the background of this comic.)

Here’s a drawing that I did when the site returned from, “vacation.”

I was attracted to the small yet friendly community of webcomickers, and put the comic up for possible membership. It was voted in, and now “Good in Theory” is officially part of Eyeskream!

Also, there is a banner at the bottom of the page that cycles through the different comics that are currently active at Eyeskream. I am in the process of reading them all (there are a lot of comics), and so far I have made it through three of them. I highly recommend you check out Strange Fiction (strong language), The Flying Ferret (a funny superhero comic, start at the beginning), and Future Pig (it’s about a pig, get this, in the future!). I’m still working my way through the others, and I will be sure to make a mention of them as I go through their archives.

If you are into comics, or just fonts in general, you might consider checking out Blambot’s Halloween Scavenger Hunt Sale. If you find the coupon code on their site (it’s really not too tough to find) you will get 50% of their Pro Fonts. I bought two new sound effect fonts, both of which you can see in this week’s comic. It’s a great deal on some awesome fonts, so pop on over there. It only goes from October 24-31 so you don’t have that much time left!

I was pleasantly surprised when I read the Penny Arcade blog yesterday, as I had no idea that Penny Arcade Adventures: The Rain Slick Precipice of Darkness Episode Two comes out today! Woo! I know what I’ll be playing over the next few days!

This has been a pretty “newsy” post, hopefully you’re still awake. Joel should have something for you on Friday (more of his childhood writings) and if you missed it, you can read Noah’s post about how he played so much Far Cry 2 over the weekend that it basically made him trip balls.

Oh yeah, and new Poop in Bed on Friday. Here’s a link to the last one in case you missed it, or are just too lazy to scroll down and look at it.

Have a good one.

-Nathan

OK I finally beat Far Cry 2. I am happy to say that it was a great game with a deep story and smooth game mechanics. it took me 42.3 hours but I did it. Truth be told my journey into the realm of Far Cry 2 was not all sunshine and green pastures. Here’s the rundown.

I pre-ordered the game via steam and I started downloading it as soon as I got home on the 22 of October. I played an hour or so that evening with a warm feeling of contentment filling my heart. The next day I awoke early and sat through a painfully long day of school that was just short of physiological torcher. After Fidgeting all day long I finally caught the earliest bus I could and made my way home. I promptly frolicked In the war torn savanna of sub Saharan Africa for the rest of the day. In the end I riped myself away at about 2 in the morning (I think). I went to bed wondering what the leader of the UFLL (United Front for liberation and labor) would order me to blow up next when I resumed my game. I awoke early the next morning and since I had the day off school and none of my friends had made any offers to do anything for the day I took it as red that I could play the game to my contentment for the whole day. So I did, only stopping for dinner and signing off at 3 or so. I slept soundly dreaming of gritty adventures with my Buddy Warren Clyde with whom I had commandeered load of stolen gold belonging to narcotics syndicate earlyer that day. On Saturday however I told myself that I should take it slow seeing as though I had just played for a whole day straight. I found this resolution very difficult to uphold and eventually gave in and resumed my game at noon. By sunday I was starting to feel the side effects of prolonged exposure to my ”Simulation”. I subconsciously applied elements of the game to real life. My friend had to call my cell phone at least twice before I answered because I was so used to the ring tone of my in-game phone. However I didn’t let this stop me from making good time that day. With little homework I was able to devote most of my time towards my goal. That night on the other hand things started to get really bad. I was totally out of my mind and that night my subconscious thought was so intertwined with the world of Far Cry 2 that I mistook my alarm for school the following morning for the alarm of a freshwater pumping station that I had raided on Sunday. I was delusional, unable to grasp the concept of reality I had held dear. I eventually snapped out of it when my ears were pierced by the screams of my mother ordering me to get out of bed. At once I gave myself a cold shower accompanied by some sharp slaps to my face to make me sane again. 

I don’t know if I will ever recover from my ordeal but in truth I think it was worth it. I mean, I wouldn’t have played it so much if it wasn’t a good game. so in the end to much of a good thing may be bad but there’s no harm in seeing how far you can go before the tables turn sour.