Review – Call of Duty: Ghosts

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One of the most memorable moments from 2013’s E3 press conferences, at least for me, was the unveiling of Riley the dog, being played by an actual, mocapped dog in the upcoming Call of Duty: Ghosts. Based solely on that video, I wanted to like Call of Duty: Ghosts. I love dogs and the sight of that German shepherd in its little mocap suit was one of the most adorable things ever. Sure, it seems a bit odd to fixate on something like that as the sole reason for wanting something to be good, but for some reason, I thought this represented a deviation from the standard Call of Duty formula that had grown so stale over the years. Unfortunately, it didn’t. Call of Duty: Ghosts is every bit the shallow, token experience the series has come to embody that never goes above and beyond the call of duty.

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Still Alive

It’s been a while. Over a year in fact. But I’m still here.

Still watching.

Just can’t seem to get myself to write anything.

Except this.

Just a short little blurb to let anyone who cares know that I’m still alive.

That’s all. Until next time.

The Last Forever Review – A Masterclass in Terrible Endings

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Words cannot properly describe how disappointed I am with the series finale of How I Met Your Mother.

No, wait, yes they can.

Never in all my years of television watching have I seen an ending so unbelievably shitty. And before you ask, no, I haven’t seen the Dexter finale but I’m pretty sure this one is worse. This isn’t just bad. No, this is a masterclass in terrible endings. I’m in awe at how mind-numbingly bad the series finale – entitled The Last Forever – was. Even now, a couple days removed from having seen the terrible ending, I’m still at a loss for words to accurately describe how bad this was. This is an ending that transcends medium. It’s not just an awful ending to a television show, it should stand as an example of one of the worst endings to any piece of fiction. Ever.

The history books will look back on this, using it as an example of how not to end…anything. Not just television. Anything. This is, dare I say, The Mother of all bad endings.

Spoiler alert, by the way. In case that wasn’t obvious.

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America the Xenophobic

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As I watched the utter annihilation of the Denver Broncos that was Super Bowl XLVIII, I was paying only cursory attention to the commercials. Unlike some, I’m not just in it for the ads. So, as I was checking my computer, with my eye away from my television screen, a rendition of America the Beautiful began to play. But the commercial didn’t really get my attention until the lyrics changed. They weren’t being sung in English anymore, and I turned to look at the screen. Then the language switched again. And again. The commercial had succeeded in grabbing my attention. I smiled. What a nice little message of diversity and multiculturalism, I thought.

But as the commercial ended, my smile faded. Not because of what it represents, but how it would be received. I knew that, as I sat there, waiting to get back to watching the Broncos being pummeled into the turf, that people were flocking to social media, perhaps by the thousands, to express their outrage over the audacity of Coca-Cola to feature America the Beautiful being sung in a language other than English.

And boy was I right. After the game, I took a look at Coca-Cola’s Facebook page and what I saw was disgusting. Disgusting, but sadly, not surprising.

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Thug, the Acceptable “N-Word”

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Though the Super Bowl has come and gone, with the Seattle Seahawks emerging victorious after a decisive win over the Denver Broncos, one incident that took place before the Super Bowl has stuck with me. To get to the Super Bowl, the Seahawks had to take on the San Francisco 49ers and that game came down to the wire, the winner decided by a pass intended for 49ers receiver Michael Crabtree being deflected by Seahawks corner Richard Sherman, effectively ending the game.

Immediately following the Seahawks victory, Richard Sherman was interviewed by reporter Erin Andrews, an interview that would quickly become infamous. Sherman’s crime? He was loud, passionate and animated, towering over the comparatively small and seemingly defenseless Erin Andrews. Rendered practically speechless by Sherman’s bold rant, it seemed as though all she could do was to keep her composure and avoid running away clutching her purse.

That is, if you believe the media’s portrayal of it.

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