Ethical_Sin's blog

This is not an entry of emo poems and pictures of bloody body parts and razors. No, instead it is a commentary on the fact that, despite my best efforts, I do not exist. At least I don't in one group's eyes.

This is not an entry of emo poems and pictures of bloody body parts and razors. No, instead it is a commentary on the fact that, despite my best efforts, I do not exist. At least I don't in one group's eyes.

I'm randomly deciding to blab about Xbox Live's "Achievements" system. I realize most everyone knows all about it, but rarely am I more comfortable than sitting in a recliner with a laptop in front of me, sharing (read: force-feeding you) my opinions.

I'm randomly deciding to blab about Xbox Live's "Achievements" system. I realize most everyone knows all about it, but rarely am I more comfortable than sitting in a recliner with a laptop in front of me, sharing (read: force-feeding you) my opinions.

It all started about 20 years ago...

Picture this, if you will: a dark-haired little boy, maybe five years of age. He's sitting on the living room floor, playing around with some arbitrary toys. It's the 25th of December. This boy's parents try very hard to give this boy a happy life but things are not easy. This year, these particular parents have acquired a Nintendo Entertainment System for their son. They expect the boy to enjoy this fancy new toy, and does he ever deserve it!

It all started about 20 years ago...

Picture this, if you will: a dark-haired little boy, maybe five years of age. He's sitting on the living room floor, playing around with some arbitrary toys. It's the 25th of December. This boy's parents try very hard to give this boy a happy life but things are not easy. This year, these particular parents have acquired a Nintendo Entertainment System for their son. They expect the boy to enjoy this fancy new toy, and does he ever deserve it!