Bartleboom

DeRank : 35,89
DeAge™ : 7610 days • Here since 9 august 2005
Hajime Tabata Final Fantasy XV
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In the era of 16-bit consoles, I was completely blown away by JRPGs. At the time, I viewed them from afar as fascinating objects, destined for an elite audience, for players with superior qualities. I remember playing the first four Final Fantasy games and, on the Mega Drive, Phantasy Star II: a game so convoluted and incomprehensible that it came with a guide, which you needed to follow line by line if you wanted to progress without killing all your family’s pets (and that’s an exaggeration only to a certain extent). It literally took me years to realize and accept that JRPGs make me sick: the turn-based combat system is undoubtedly my least favorite gameplay mechanic of all time. If there’s turn-based combat, I won’t even remotely consider a game, even if it features Miriam Leone and Diletta Leotta engaging in chic lesbian BDSM. Another thing I find truly incomprehensible is random encounters with enemies invisible on the map. This stuff is really mind-boggling: maybe to cover 10 cm of the map I have to face 7 encounters with enemies randomly decided by the game, but if I retrace the same path immediately after, I might only face 2 encounters, or 15, or 0... no, really, it's something I simply can't wrap my head around.
Aldous Huxley Brave New World
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I read it about twenty years ago, on the suggestion of my Italian teacher. I have a very good, but to be honest, fragmentary memory of it. While reading the review, I realized I don’t remember at all the scene of the conditioning of the children with book and roses (which perhaps should have stuck with me...). So I went on Wikipedia to read the plot: essentially, I perfectly printed in my head the "scenario" (I even still remembered the names of the various castes), but I have no trace left of the protagonist's story. Absolutely none... A curious selection. By the same author, I also read I Diavoli di Loudun (from which that delirium on film, The Devils by Ken Russell, was adapted).
The Young Gods Data Mirage Tangram
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I'm listening to Acqua Rossa, which, from reading the comments, seemed to me to be their Reign in Blood. Musically extraordinary (what beautiful sounds!), they made me discover that I absolutely hate French (which, by the way, I have been speaking correctly for about twenty years) with all my heart, and that the next person I encounter who even just says "ullàlààà" is going to get a real earful from me. Reverend, I would have preferred if you had pointed me to a band that sings in Azerbaijani...
Anthony e Joe Russo Avengers: Endgame
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Reading the comments, it seems to me that I've had more or less the same arc as quite a few other people: up to a certain point, I enjoyed them like Sunday afternoon movies on a rainy day. For example, I have rather vague but positive memories of the first Iron Man, the second Captain America, Ant-Man (especially... maybe I’d watch that one again), and the first Guardians of the Galaxy. Then they started coming out with so many almost simultaneously, and that’s when I began to feel my scrotum tightening just a tad. Then DC also jumped in, churning out movies about superheroes in pajamas. And so, fate(?) wanted me to end up watching a series of 2-3 films that would objectively trigger a murderous instinct in a pack of plankton. So, on instinct, I’d say the second Guardians of the Galaxy (I should have trusted my gut and ditched it at the opening credits), Age of Ultron (which I didn’t even understand the plot of, even after reading it on Wikipedia), and all the Thors. At that point, I gave up, got off the ride, and started hoping that that damn Thanos would stop by Marvel's offices to do some cleaning.
Inculter Fatal Visions
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You reminded me of a guy I met years ago who moved to the United States, where he tried to "make it big" (not an accidental verb choice) with a comic called "Super Hill Cool." Which doesn't mean much in English, but has an intriguing phonetics in Italian. By the way, I have to admit that all this enthusiasm piqued my interest, and as I write, I have Fatal Visions playing in the background. Which, if it had come out in 1987, I might have bought on vinyl. I confess I'm not completely on board with the references you mention (definitely not Kreator. I get the early Death reference, but I find it a bit misleading. I heard something of the early Dark Angel in it, and I feel like I'm missing at least one more band that worked on "proto black" riffs on a single string, like those heard in Impending Doom, but I just can't recall...). The drummer is quite a handful, and if they find a little job this summer and manage to scrape together some money for a producer without heroin issues, it might even be that you'll see me out and about in an Inculter muscle shirt soon.
Andre Agassi Open
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He has always been very likable to me, and I feel like he has the kind eyes of a good person. And then he’s bald, and I think a bit of his Gillette advertising convinced me to shave my head. The book is an enjoyable read; I actually finished it in just a few days. It’s really too, too, too romanticized, and the fact that he almost always plays the poor Calimero of the moment can be a bit off-putting. Still, I read it with pleasure.
Carnivore Carnivore
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I really liked this album. It's a blend of thrash, heavy, with a little sprinkle of Sabbath and a couple of nods to hardcore. Too bad about the production and some arrangements done with a cleaver...
Andrea Bocelli SI'
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I have a client who is a tenor by profession (super cool! I even found him on YouTube singing all over the world in front of ambassadors and similar stuff) and he tells me that this guy is a cursed scoundrel and that he deserves a terrible fate. You, on the other hand, are really good, even if your space bar isn’t working properly anymore.
Jonas Akerlund Lords of Chaos
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In fact, you made me a little sleepy too. But while I’m writing it’s two in the morning, so it might just be that I’m really tired and you, Burzum, and the inner circle have nothing to do with it. When all the fuss about "true norwegian black metal" erupted, I was 12 or 13 years old: at that age, at least when you’re not busy discovering your body while thinking about the budding breasts of your female classmates, you’re very impressionable. And indeed, the whole black phenomenon impressed me a lot; in some way, you could say it scared me. The blacksters listened to the meanest music around and were quite keen to let everyone know. I was the biggest fool in the neighborhood and I didn’t even have to try, everyone already knew it. As the years went by, the reverential fear gave way to perplexity. The perplexity gave way to irony. The irony turned into mockery. Take, for example, the famous Mayhem concert where they threw pig heads into the audience. At 12 years old, it left an impression on you and you think about it before falling asleep. At 17, you say, "if a pig head hits me in the face, my mom will be furious." At 23, you share those silly memes on Facebook featuring blacksters with sore throats or the Immortal wishing you happy birthday. At 40, you simply have too much acid reflux and too many mortgage payments left to think about such nonsense. In me, this process (which has marked the vast majority of my peers, with a few rare exceptions who are currently in therapy) has been catalyzed by a not insignificant element: how much I hated true norwegian BM!?! It was just unbearable... Conceptually, it’s extraordinary and fascinating like very few other genres (the idea of music so extreme and nihilistic that it’s stripped of any possible aspect of "pleasantness"), but I can take it as much as the lecturing of the judges on Forum while I’m eating my sandwich at noon...
Colour Haze Live @ Sabotage Bar (VI), 21/02/09 - "DeMeeting per facce da culo"
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Maybe not everyone knows that after this concert, I, Azzo, and Ole met (almost) every subsequent year for a concert a year. In fact, I just finished writing an email to Azzo and OleEinar for the Low in Padova. The power of Debasio.