Temper Says:

Time on the Mind

2012-04-17T15:04:00.000-04:00

And I'm on tumblr

2011-01-18T15:01:00.002-05:00

officialtemper.tumblr.com

Title? We don't need no stinking titles!

2011-01-18T14:40:00.000-05:00

So this is where I feed you some bullshit about how crazy busy I've been and how it's hard for me to blog for whatever reason I can pull out of my ass.

Not true.

My computer broke down finally, and I've just been playing Xbox. It's almost refreshing that I have one less time waster to my day, but the Xbox is all encompassing. Black Ops is just too fun.

In the meantime, I've been using twitter from my phone a lot more. Look for me @officialtemper.

Been a Crazy Few Weeks.

2010-08-27T13:50:00.001-04:00

Not sure when the last time I posted was. Sorry for the delay to the 3 people who may or may not read this. I'm sure I'll get it all written out for your salivating minds soon.
Until then, go look at funny baby and kitty pictures.

Peace.

TTC: No Ettiquette to Speak of.

2010-08-07T14:22:00.000-04:00

In Ontario, the legal age to drive is 16. Attaining your license here goes like this; One ventures to a government office with 2 pieces of I.D. (Make sure one of them has your photo on it), about $145 dollars (Take a little extra in case you fail the first time), and has their picture taken, their signature recorded and writes a test of 40 questions. They tell you pass or fail about 15 minutes after you've finished.

If you are not an idiot or just really good at deceiving us all into thinking you aren't, they give you a paper temporary license, and you can start driving that day. As long as you have someone with or more years of blessed EXP. in the passengers seat.

After 8 months to a year of scaring the shit out of the people who've reluctantly let you drive their car, and paying for driving school (unless you want to wait a full year) you can do more with only yourself in the car. And that carries on for another 8-12 months and then you are fully license and can start running weed from Canada into the U.S.

Why am I writing this? It might not make sense to everyone that doesn't live in Ontario, and for those that do they simply just give no fuck cause they did it all years ago and dread the day they have to go back. But really, I'm just overstating the fact, in a glorious manner, that I took public transit most of my life. I say most cause now I'm just another idiot on the road. Maybe you'll see me one day soon. I'll be the driver making funny faces at you and bouncing around while his girlfriend is rolling her eyes so hard that she's astrally projected herself into some beautiful dimension of the collective consciousness's sense of peace, where everything tastes like the beautiful butterflies you get when you tried to walk across a fallen tree over a small stream when you were little and I have manners or a sense of shame.

But I don't and I will continue to smear my flattened face on the window, or scream like someone infirm teenager who's hormones confuse his sense of wanting to eat a pudding cup, or fuck it.

But yes. I took public transit. Here in Toronto, we call it the TTC. It stands for Toronto Transit Commission. The local joke is that it means take the car.

The TTC can be compared to the circulatory system of a living organism. It gets people from one place to another. We have buses, streetcars and a little subway system. It's quaint until someone suggests to raise fares or cut service to a certain route. The public has a very strong love/hate relationship with the TTC. On one hand it's unionized so that pisses of a lot of people. Mostly people who aren't in unions. And on another, it has made itself the only option. It is a monopoly. They almost literally own our asses.

I guess both of those points can be put into the same hand as they both can be seen as negative, while I use the other hand to masturbate, into a “What's On Toronto” pamphlet while crying. In fact if you ask anyone they will tell you that they hate the TTC. What they might not be able to tell you is why. Sure, they may tell you the same old bullshit about prices, and that we only have 2 subway lines, or that the drivers are all cunts. But it's deeper than that. I think it's our total disdain of other people.

I kinda like people a lot of the time. More like I like watching people, and something that I started notice in the last few years is that people will take the aisle seat. It almost feels like these people are in some way handicapped. Think about it. When you were a kid and you got on the bus or subway, the first thing you did was probably crawl up into a seat and look at the window and gaggle at things. This is normal, and I still like looking out the window. Also, when I take a seat, I take the farthest one because I don't want people fucking climbing over me everyday on the way to work.

But now people are taking the aisle seat, and if someone wants to sit next to them they do this weird half turn, and the guy standing has to squeeze by. It's funny to watch. You can see the sense of inconvenience on the aisle sitters face, and the pleading look of "PLEASE HURRY BEFORE THE BUS STARTS MOVING AND I LOSE ALL BALANCE AND FALL ON YOU" on the one who just got on.

Really, is it that hard to stand up and get the fuck out of the way? It's actually easier to do that instead of creating this little drama Monday to Friday. If you are a leaner, a person who can't stand to give someone else a seat, I hope someone farts on you. That is actually less disgusting than the sour look you give the the random stranger for this slight upon your house that they would dare ask you to move the fuck over or get the fuck out of the way.

We hate other people so much that the simplest courtesy can no longer be granted without letting them know that we can't stand doing it for them, no matter what it is. Old lady in line at the grocery market slowly counting out change? Fuck her, just pay and go, we have no time for you and your nickel that you swore was in your goddamn change purse last week.

SEGASHIRO Podcast Episode 1-The Start of Something Awesome

2010-08-05T01:01:00.000-04:00

SEGASHIRO Podcast Episode 1 – True Believers, Shinobi, and Digital Downloads

My boy DJ Fob Fresh over at SEGAShiro has started an incredible project over at SEGASHIRO with a panel of dieheard Sega fans. The SegaShiro Podcast, bitches!

I don't know anyone who loves Sega or Video games as much as DJ Fob Fresh, and it shows as you read the site and listen to him talk about the upcoming Sega titles with Arby Wan Kenobi and DarrenIndeed. I urge you all to not miss out. Even if you don't like video games, there is enough bass in the DJ's voice to bring your 90 year old granny to gum quivering orgasm.

YouTube - Sir Ken Robinson, Hammer Lectures

2010-07-30T12:21:00.000-04:00

YouTube - Sir Ken Robinson, Hammer Lectures

IGN Video: DC Universe Online PlayStation 3 Trailer - E3 2010: Trailer

2010-07-28T16:09:00.000-04:00

IGN Video: DC Universe Online PlayStation 3 Trailer - E3 2010: Trailer

Woman charged after alleged fight over half a sandwich - thestar.com

2010-07-27T13:17:00.000-04:00

Woman charged after alleged fight over half a sandwich - thestar.com

Your tax dollars at work, people.

Seriously, never date someone who is bi-polar.

A New Course of Action (Jackson)

2010-07-26T15:20:00.000-04:00

So it hit me today that I watch a lot of movies. I play a lot of games and sleep and eat a lot too. It would be a fair claim that I'm also not the most productive.

So For the next little while, I will be reviewing movies and posting them here. I don't have the equipment, or anyone to sidekick for me right now so if my written reviews are horribly bland and too offensive you can go check out my buds over at mymhm.tv

Check back soon for the [Movie Title] review!

2010-07-23T15:33:00.001-04:00

"I won't be making it in today..."

2010-07-23T12:18:00.001-04:00

If you work, don't ever take a sick day. Ever.

United States Postmans Creed:

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds

Let's look at this for a second. It's a pretty cool creed I guess. Obviously it means that no matter what, your birthday card from Aunt Betty or your bill from the gas/electric company is going to get to you no matter what.

But since when did this become the Canadian Employment Standard?

Here is my issue; I take sick days. Yes, even sometimes I'm not sick when I take them, but I have them, and I use them. I use more than my company allots me but I do so because if I don't take a day for myself every once in a while I start to explore the depths of my own bitterness and even looking at a co-worker is enough to wish brutal diseases and cancer upon them.

But even if a sick day is needed for actually being sick, co-workers will treat you like a goof for the next few days. Stomach flu gets you one word answers and distasteful stares. Food poisoning gets you a raised eyebrow.

It seems the only way to avoid getting treated like shit is when you walk into work, still wearing your hospital bracelet after pissing blood and exploratory surgery.

If you ever get sick, you should get it all on camera. It seems as though when a co-worker tries to call you out for being "sick" and you have undeniable proof in a visual medium, they get even more pissed off at you for being "for real sick". But the trade off makes it worth it.

"Sick again huh?"
"Yes sir. Brutally so. Feeling a bit better today though."
"Yea, We all figured as much."
"Oh?"
"Yea. What was wrong with you?"
"I ate at a buffet last night and I guess the sushi wasn't as fresh as they said."
"Hmph"
"Here. here's me in the bathroom at home last night. No, go ahead, please look. It'll make paying my roommate $20 to take these photos all the more worth it."
"Ugh, you are a disgusting human being"
"Very true sir, but a liar I am not."

I love this place, but...

2010-07-09T11:07:00.000-04:00

Recently I decided to try out a new coffee shop that opened up near my apartment. I've always been reluctant to try out new restaurants and eateries since I believe that it takes at least a year before the staff are settled in to how things are done.
But this place was pretty good if I do say so myself. Comfy chairs, and booths. The booths surprised me the most. I don't think I can recall a coffee shop that wasn't a Tim Horton's/Wendy's hybrid that had booths. It's cozy and I like cozy so fuck you. It has tables so you can be as uncomfortable as you want.

However, and here we go, it has new staff. People who may have worked at a Starbucks or Second Cup before buying into this new franchise and thought that with the experience and insight of working a big chain store that they could make this new place really kick ass. And everything is going fine until you throw them a curveball like how you order.
Last night my girlfriend and I decided we would like to try some ice cream. I ordered 2 scoops in one bowl, along with my iced coffee. Being asked how I wanted my coffee for iced coffee was unexpected, and I made comment to it. No big deal. It's just that Timmy's never ask me.
This seemed to offend the man behind the counter, who seemed he had to get out the explanation of how better they are than Timmy's. Ok buddy, you win. I'll have a double/double iced coffee.
My girlfriend and I sit down in a booth, and I set up my computer to watch a movie.
Listen, I live in Toronto, and for the last fucking week I've been near death in a fucking heatwave. I will most certainly hang out in a coffee shop with A/C and watch movies. They are open till 1am between Thursday and Saturday so I will exploit them like child labourers.
Then our order was ready and whats this? One scoop in two bowls.
Wait a sec. Didn't I order 2 scoops in 1 bowl?
I read in my girlfriends eyes the plea to just let it go, so I did.
But what the fuck, right? Did the guy not want to see my girlfriend and I, sitting down beside each other, watching THE ADVENTURES OF BARON FUCKING MUNCHAUSEN and sharing a bowl of ice cream? How desperate was he for having to charge me an extra dollar for the 2 seperate bowls of ice cream? Most importantly, why didn't my order come like how I ordered it? If I ordered my iced coffee with just one cup of ice with another cup of coffee on the side with milk and sugar I would expect just that. Though I wouldn't ever order anything like that cause thats just stupid.
But when trying to have a relaxing time, sharing a bowl of ice cream with my girl, I want to be cute while doing it. And I don't need some asshole barista thinking he knows how I will better enjoy my fucking ice cream.
In other news, they've opened a new Timmy's at the end of my street.

BOYCOTT THIS FUCKING PLACE

2010-07-05T19:42:00.001-04:00

I've been to BP maybe 4 times this year. I have yet to come away from it with any kind of feeling of satisfaction. The most recent vist, for UFC 116 has been the worst so far.

My girlfriend and I went to meet some friends at the Boston Pizza in Mississauga. My friend Rini and her friend arrived before we did, and were into their second round when we showed up. Upon doing so, the server, Jackie, comes to the table to let us all know how stupid she is.

Seriously.

"I'm so dumb today" she says. This is the woman who will is responsible for bring out food that I will be eating. Was this supposed to be an ice breaker? If I told everyone who walked into my place of business that I was a goddamn fool, I wouldn't make any money. No one wants to deal with an idiot. I ask for another waitress immediately but I guess she thought I was joking.

And then, as if exclaiming that she was a dunce wasn't enough, she proceeds to spill an appletini on Rini's cell phone. Way to go Jackie! You have removed all doubt of your mental competence! I mean, telling me that you were dumb just wasn't enough, that you had to go out of your way to show me.

I said "That's a free drink..." and she retorts very rudely 'Obviously!!!!!11". Oh, and this is after rolling her eyes and the unenthused attitude towards a couple of people that just wanted plain old fucking orange juice. Seriously, does it really grind your gears to know that there is no vodka in my drink, you twat?

More friends show up and I tell them the deal with the waitress. It's good to see Boston Pizza has no problem letting the dregs of the gene pool handle food and beverage. I tell everyone not to tip. Fuck her. She was rude, incompetent and as she said herself, stupid.

My friends try to order a pitcher of a beer that they didn't have on tap. No big deal, really. I make a comment to my friend that this place is just a never ending pit of disappointment, as every time I've been to a BP it's pretty much sucked. She over hears this and tries calling me out, telling me what everyone already knows; I an unimpressed. And that she can hear me. And proceeds to give me some sob story about calling the cops on a drunk driver. I laughed. She says she's worried cause what if the cops don't catch him and he kills someone? I say that if he kills someone, he'll most likely die as well, and basically, if she wanted sympathy, she was at the wrong table.

Can't order anything from her after that. I was certain that anything else would contain her saliva or fecal matter.

And in the 3 hours I sat there, she only filled up my water twice.

In the end, I have decided that I will no longer give BP my business. If I have to go to watch UFC, I will bring my own water and eat something on the way.

Fuck you, Jackie, and fuck the dick that is called Boston Pizza that you are sucking on [most likely for the meth that made you so stupid to begin with.]

In which our hero lets you in on a little secret...

2010-07-05T15:43:00.000-04:00

First off, I would like to acknowledge that no one reads this. I don't update enough, and I don't 'market' myself enough, and I kinda don't care enough either. I would like to update more, but on not being able to think of a decent name for the blog and the correlation to the content, there is a good chance I'll be labelled an actual paranoid schizophrenic, as everyone has a professional medical opinion about people on the internet. And I simply cannot have that.

But as for my little secret. It's not so little.

   Sorry everyone, but religion is fake. There is no God, there is no sentience to the universe, there is no Messiah, and there are certainly no Angels. There is no Heaven, and no Hell, and the closest thing that comes to Purgatory is going to work in an office all day.
   Most of us believed in Santa Claus at one point. A happy fat german man who gave gifts to millions of kids worldwide and ate a metric fuck ton of cookies in one night. Wasn't there an X-Files episode about a guy who only had to feed periodically, and would hibernate for years before doing it again? Was Santa some mutate Kraut with a factory full of slave labour midgets?
   More importantly, how old were we before we saw through all the bullshit? 5? 7?
   Yet to this day, billions of people believe in something far more crazy and out there. God. Jesus. An old man in the sky, who created the cosmos from nothing but thought and will, and cares what each and every one of the 7 billion on the planet think of him.
   Seriously, he is supposed to care. Dude, if you made the universe, you are already King Shit. What sort of validation do you need from us 'lesser' beings?
   It's not real, folks. It's all lies. It's a bedtime story. It's make belief. It's fake and people are dying over it. It's a sick waste of life.
   "My Sky Wizard has a different name than yours!"
   "Mine's still cool, asshole!"
   Stab.
   Now you have one dead guy who just wanted to be a farmer and have a kid and maybe a mistress on the side and one guy who is haunted by the face the dead guy made, and drinks heavily and beats his frustration out on his prostitutes before taking his money back and feeling something again.

   And you know what I love? The word 'Faith'. It's a great word that I think is used in the wrong context every time this topic comes up in discussion.
   'Faith' is what I get in humanity when I see something like some little kid holding the door for an elderly person he doesn't know, or seeing someone buying a homeless person a muffin, or all those little moments in the day where you see it and think 'Ok, maybe we aren't totally fucked'. It's a tangible thing. We can see it for the good that it is. It's not blind allegiance to a book or a God. That's just gullibility.

If you were a marsupial, which marsupial would you be?

2010-03-29T13:54:00.001-04:00

I'd be a Tasmanian Devil.
"It is characterized by its black fur, pungent odour when stressed, extremely loud and disturbing screech, and ferocity when feeding. It is known to both hunt prey and scavenge carrion and although it is usually solitary, it sometimes eats with other devils."
[Source: Wikipedia.org]

Ask me anything

In where our host discovers Tom Waits.

2009-10-05T23:01:00.000-04:00

I'm not the guy from 102.1 The Edge. I'm not going to do an essay about the history of this guy Tom Waits. He's been doing music before I was born, yet somehow I missed him. The video they had on Beavis and Butthead is vague in my mind, but I remember Beavis liking the video for I Don't Wanna Grow Up and the defiance against Butthead for wanting to change it.

It was really only last night that it occured to me to check out some videos on youtube. His voice is rocks. It's the blues and midnight jazz, and old rock and roll, and he's got a catalogue like you wouldn't fucking believe. The one place I go to to find lyrics doesn't have everything this guy has done. He does look kinda like Ron Perlman, and that's who will most likely play him in a bio pic if it ever gets made. Or Tom will play himself as righteously as he played Mr Renfield in Bram Stoker Dracula.

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
how do you move in a world of fog
that's always changing things
makes me wish that I could be a dog
when I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna gow up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up

Seems like folks turn into things that they'd never want
the only thing to live for is today...
I'm gonna put a hole in my T.V. set
I don't wanna grow up
open up the medicine chest
and I don't wanna gow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wannt have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up

Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna gow up
they all go out and drinking all night
and I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old tomb
on Grand Street

When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
fall in love and get married then boom
how the hell did it get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up

In which out host laments the death of UMD's

2009-09-19T10:32:00.002-04:00

When Sony released the PSP, they had to create a medium in which to sell/run content on this infernal machine. That dark creation was the UMD or Universal Media Disc.

When I first saw a umd, I was reminded of the movie Cool World, and thought this must have been the cartoon condom Gabriel Byrne used to fuck cartoon Kim Basinger, and some weird (probably homeless) guy put a mini disc in it. Better yet there was a hole in it, so out there, somewhere between reality and fantasy, there are a litter of very serious, grim looking dark haired Irish children that can't amount to anything but the most gutteral of noises as speech, and high pitched giggles. nice fucking work, Mr Byrne.

In all seriousness though, the UMD wasn't all that bad. It was basically a mini disc in a protective case that was made specifically for the PSP. Not only was everyone buying their games on UMD, but Sony released a shit ton of movies you could buy, as the UMD held almost 2 gigs of info. It doesn't leave much room for special features like director commentary, but if you aren't either a douchbag or a film student, it didn't fucking matter. As far as I know there are no Francis Ford Coppola movies on UMD, as if you ask me, his integrity as a director has diminished steadily since Apocalypse Now, so go fuck yourself.

I had a pretty good collection of games and movies for the PSP (I hear you telling me to go fuck myself) and with the ability for modding the PSP to play emulated games I was happy with mine. But now there is a new threat on the horizon. The PSPgo.

This little vibrator doesnt use UMD's, there cannot vibrate. Why would one buy a vibrator that doesn't vibrate, and would the proper name for such a device be called a Fuck Stick?
I want to call this something with the word Fuck in it.

Smaller than it's predecessor, the PSPgo is a slide cell phone without a key pad or touch screen, or the ability to make outgoing or take incoming calls. It still has the one analog stick, which is fine as this isn't the next generation of handheld systems and can play every game you own for PSP, as long as you download it from PSN.

So wait, how is this gonna work now? Oh, digital downloads. Do I need a PS3 for this? The Go only has 16gigs of flash memory built in, with of course the option to expand per memory card you put into it. I just used expand and 'put into it' in a sentence and I managed to keep one of your loved ones/the word 'fuck' out of it. I think my therapist would call this progress. But I have a lot of movies, games and TV series, and there is no way all of them could fit into the Go, and even if I did, how the fuck would I do that? The Go doesnt take UMD, therefore the library I have is fucking useless, right?

No, I'm sure Sony has some weird way that not only can I download previously purchased content to my go, but it can fuck up mood by trying to use that weird typing setup that Sony made up. Possibly by throwing a retarded child against the wall a few times.

Apparently not as Sony is not going to stop with the original PSP's. UMD's aren't really dying and all is well in the land. But one has to think for how long? The arrival, nay, the very concept that Sony needed to make an already awkward device even more smaller and awkward places the PSP's eventual replacement on the horizon. Was PSPgo an answer to user complaints? Did that many users really cry out "THE SCREEN IS TO FUCKING BIG SONY, WTF?" or "MY CARPAL TUNNEL ISN'T BAD ENOUGH, MAKE SOMETHING THAT THROWS ERGONOMICS AWAY LIKE I WOULD AN ILLEGITIMATE CHILD!"?

Mr. Byrne, I'm looking at you.

In which our host RAGES!!!

2009-09-13T02:39:00.001-04:00

Dammit. CPU CRASHED DURING BATMAN REVIEW. Now I gotta start all over again.

danananadananana BATMAN

A Public Service Announcement

2009-09-10T13:09:00.001-04:00

We need more commercials like this.

Where our host discusses pr0nz on gaming consoles.

2009-09-10T10:16:00.004-04:00

Porn. Say it out loud. It's a funny word. We all know what it means. It means a small moment of comfort during another dark, cold night alone while you sit in front of your computer, hating yourself for what your life has turned into, but pushing your limits to see the next thing that arouses any sense left in your empty husk of a body.

At the moment, porn resides in sketchy all nighter video stores and inside your computer. It's a keyboard and mouse kind of thing, especially for the Generation LOLZ!!1 crowd that we've become.
But in a bold move, Steve Hirsch, Prez of Vivid Pictures wants to move to make his product available for download through gaming consoles.
It wouldnt be a big move either. Xbox Live partnered with Netflix and has Hollywood available for "purchase", and quietly erases itself from your hard drive 24 hours later. It wouldn't be that much of a stretch to see PSN offer pr0nz along with movies.
But now let's take a look at the medium. I was brought up on the NES, also known as the FAMICOM. Look at that word now; FAMICOM. FAMily COMputer. See what I'm saying? It's a family entertainment system, playing movies and games, and now being able to stream your music playlists and photos. It's become the PC's T rated brother. But now that more adults are playing games, it only makes sense to cater to that stereotype. Really, the only thing missing is muffled moans and gaping assholes.
I'm kinda hoping that Sony blocks the motion. I want to keep my controller seperate from my joystick.

Where Our Host introduces himself, and pisses off Microsoft and Sony in one post

2009-09-09T21:33:00.001-04:00

First, I'll introduce myself. I'm Andrew, and I am half of the review team at http://draft.blogger.com/www.controllerpunch.com, a video game review site my good friend Raki built. It's a good cop/bad cop kinda show with mature language. We don't write scripts and we don't really censor ourselves either.
I'm a very casual gamer, as in I dont know off the top of my head what developer studio made whatever game, and really I dont give a shit. I care about the end product. I care if the 3 hours I sit in front of my tv holding a controller could have been better spent sitting in front of my computer holding my penis. No disrespect to the industry. I love the games I love, and I play them religiously.
Why don't I care about who made what? Because it's too much effort. There are dozens of big name studios, and hundreds of indie studios (and so far only Ska Studios has stuck out) with thousands of programmers. It's a big industry, and I don't have any fucking time to learn about it all.

That is what makes ControllerPunch work. Raki is most probably the hardest core gamer I know. He brings the knowledge of the industry to the shows we do, often educating me as we foray into the streets in search of food and eye candy. Between him and actually playing a game, I think I may be a very well learned casual gamer. Also being friends for the better part of 15 years gives us a bit of an edge. Better than those fat fucks at OXM.
The point of this blog? Well, I want to talk about things that we simply don't have time to discuss during an episode of CP. My thoughts about a game or peripherals. My thoughts on gaming culture. What I'm looking forward to because fuck, there are some good fucking games heading our way in time for the holiday rush.
360

Darksiders: Wrath of War (Fuck YES BITCHES!!)
Halo: ODST (This is gonna be an awesome game. Thanks Bungie! [it is Bungie, right?])
Left 4 Dead 2
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2
Dead Rising 2 (Just saw a trailer for it. Fuck yes, son!)

You'll notice there won't be a PS3 list. At least not until some good PS3 exclusive games are announced that I deem worthy of my time and endorsement. And most of the games I like can be found on the Playstation network for download. That, and I am console biased. Fuck you.
Speaking of PS3 I saw the new motion sticks on Joystiq. I don't know why they modelled them after massagers (read as: vibrators) but I wont be using one until they confirm a rumble massage type game. If it looks like a vibrator, and it feels like a vibrator, well, then logic concludes it must be a slice of key lime pie.