School and Stupidity
Nothing quite says “Sixth Year” like a 96-match, winner-stays-on, 4-hour continuous game of Street Fighter II. People are bringing in more advanced consoles (note avoidance of the word “better”) than the SNES tomorrow, along with plenty of TVs.
You may remember that a few days ago, I mentioned I had fallen out of the habit of playing video games over the summer. I also speculated that this was because I consider gaming very much a social activity and that I'd probably get back into it once I got back to school.
As you may have guessed, I was right. After having been humiliated by failing miserably at SNES Tetris (the principles are remarkably different from Tetris DS, particularly screen width, drop rate and the lack of a hold ability) and holding my own in Street Fighter, I came home determined to practice all night if I had to. Which I did, more or less. I still intend to play some Final Fantasy III tonight, since a girl is beating me at it. That may sound ridiculously juvenile, but this is the internet. Everything sounds like that.
So, with all this gaming and schoolwork and such, I haven't actually had much of a chance to think about TWToday and what to write for it. I may try to get something written tomorrow, though what I could really do with is some easier access to a computer. The only one currently available at school, without trekking round classrooms begging, is stuck in the corner of the Sixth Year kitchen, its speakers having been appropriated for various iPods.
Still, I might be able to get it done if we can get into the quieter room (read: room without blaring crappy pop music). It would be even quieter still if we could shut the door. Well, we can technically do that already but we just can't get it open again, owing to a distinct lack of handle.
I know I seem to be doing a lot of complaining (which may be why you read this, whoever you are, but I don't like it being why I write) about the Common Room and school but there are a significant number of people in it whom I despise. Why, you ask? Simple. Many of them are imbeciles with juvenile senses of humour and no perception of reality.
How can I prove this? Why, a tale by firelight, of course. Monitor backlights also work.
A bit of background. The school I go to has a house system. The four houses are Nightingale, Montgomery, Churchill and Curie. Obviously, these are all named after various famous people.
When my friends and I were sitting playing Street Fighter today, we clearly overheard a rather (unintentionally) amusing conversation going on behind us. A girl we'll call “K” (later edit: not that I'll ever actually call her that again) comes in, squeeling merrily in the fashion that girls such as her do when they encounter others of their kind. She then states, in a clear and loud voice, completely unaware of the stupidity of it:
“I just found out that Montgomery isn't named after Colin Montgomerie!”
...
That sound you can hear is one of Britain's greatest military officers spinning in his grave.
What makes it even worse is the fact that several other piped up to not knowing that either. They then struggled to recall who it was actually named for (they got as far as some guy named “Montgomery”). This isn't even getting to the fact that the two men spell their names differently.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is the kind of shit that we have to put up with until we finally rise up and establish a ruling council of intellectual elites.
Unless you just went to Wikipedia to look up “Montgomery”, in which case you'll be cleaning toilets.
You may remember that a few days ago, I mentioned I had fallen out of the habit of playing video games over the summer. I also speculated that this was because I consider gaming very much a social activity and that I'd probably get back into it once I got back to school.
As you may have guessed, I was right. After having been humiliated by failing miserably at SNES Tetris (the principles are remarkably different from Tetris DS, particularly screen width, drop rate and the lack of a hold ability) and holding my own in Street Fighter, I came home determined to practice all night if I had to. Which I did, more or less. I still intend to play some Final Fantasy III tonight, since a girl is beating me at it. That may sound ridiculously juvenile, but this is the internet. Everything sounds like that.
So, with all this gaming and schoolwork and such, I haven't actually had much of a chance to think about TWToday and what to write for it. I may try to get something written tomorrow, though what I could really do with is some easier access to a computer. The only one currently available at school, without trekking round classrooms begging, is stuck in the corner of the Sixth Year kitchen, its speakers having been appropriated for various iPods.
Still, I might be able to get it done if we can get into the quieter room (read: room without blaring crappy pop music). It would be even quieter still if we could shut the door. Well, we can technically do that already but we just can't get it open again, owing to a distinct lack of handle.
I know I seem to be doing a lot of complaining (which may be why you read this, whoever you are, but I don't like it being why I write) about the Common Room and school but there are a significant number of people in it whom I despise. Why, you ask? Simple. Many of them are imbeciles with juvenile senses of humour and no perception of reality.
How can I prove this? Why, a tale by firelight, of course. Monitor backlights also work.
A bit of background. The school I go to has a house system. The four houses are Nightingale, Montgomery, Churchill and Curie. Obviously, these are all named after various famous people.
When my friends and I were sitting playing Street Fighter today, we clearly overheard a rather (unintentionally) amusing conversation going on behind us. A girl we'll call “K” (later edit: not that I'll ever actually call her that again) comes in, squeeling merrily in the fashion that girls such as her do when they encounter others of their kind. She then states, in a clear and loud voice, completely unaware of the stupidity of it:
“I just found out that Montgomery isn't named after Colin Montgomerie!”
...
That sound you can hear is one of Britain's greatest military officers spinning in his grave.
What makes it even worse is the fact that several other piped up to not knowing that either. They then struggled to recall who it was actually named for (they got as far as some guy named “Montgomery”). This isn't even getting to the fact that the two men spell their names differently.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is the kind of shit that we have to put up with until we finally rise up and establish a ruling council of intellectual elites.
Unless you just went to Wikipedia to look up “Montgomery”, in which case you'll be cleaning toilets.
posted by Alasdair Corbett at
11:12 PM
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