The Parallel Half of the Leftovers of the Year.

The year still goes and, as revealed, I have something that left untold and something that happened to me. But from there, I want to look in front of me.

Beautiful to meet Christmas Day with having no chains on your hands. They were taken off and left in the past, as it was regarding any relation to my cousin, who was revealed to be a bad guy. There are some people you know are akin to a firework effect. It means you see this man rarely, and he makes a splendid impression during that limited time. But happens you contact this person more frequently, and there reveals he is an abominable personality. It’s best to find out such fact as soon as possible. I already didn’t want to meet him last November. I told his truth mercilessly and cut ties. I relaxed afterward. Perhaps I should have listened a solemn march then. It’s relying to any meaning: you should get rid of people who drag you back if you’re moving forward.

How problematic to find a movie about racing, because many of them have a common shortcoming–the same as in war period films–a containment of a love line around which the orientation centralizes. Exactly, that’s why I love Gettysburg (1993), which director’s cut I watched, due to this movie presents all gritty realism with men having lush sideburns. Nothing against, but there are not many flicks devoted to four-wheel motorsport, and almost all of them put driving cars in the background. Perhaps, I should only stop on Wacky Races… (There should come Muttley’s laugh)…

I look on games that were released twenty and thirty years ago in every approaching and already going a 365-day cycle. I shouldn’t tell what I experience there. Sometimes I hope to discover that maybe I missed something, or that I can give a chance. I did the latter a few weeks ago with Star Wars: Republic Commando. Certainly, even despite I can be critical of Lucas, but I’m for author’s vision. Nevertheless, he permitted the development of a separate line in his Star Wars. I don’t take it serious too, but Star Wars: Republic Commando makes a tantalizing point by showing the action from a regular Clone Army soldier’s perspective. A game brings darkness that Lucas took away in the sixth episode and later re-edited his creation, included the turning Han Solo from a cold-blooded man to a family-friendly guy, god hell damned. Star Wars: Republic Commando initially looked horrendous with its console-origin gameplay, but I installed for a script. Alas, it was getting a mission and completing it. I wasn’t attracted to that. The game dares to call itself as a tactical shooter, while an electronic composition contains a lot of casual elements, as a guiding arrow leading where to go. Freedom Fighters, Daikatana and Half-Life 2 are closer in that direction, but they don’t consider themselves tactical shooters, because it would be inappropriate. I couldn’t end at full Star Wars: Republic Commando in which easy level didn’t improve the suffering of doing multiple shots into enemies from talentless weapons, including one of the worst ever made of their interpretation a sniper rifle, usually into incest-alike monsters that must have been inspired by Starship Troopers.

While in New York, I considered entering into Patsy’s Italian Restaurant, which is notable for being Frank Sinatra’s favorite. The venue seems to have changed since that. Perhaps they oversprinkle dishes more excessively than what I saw in Southern Italy. It led me to imagine they just open a cap and pour almost all containment, causing the killing of the initial taste. It looks the food experienced a flood. The place only good in offering cakes, but it is not a strong enough point to be there.