Vehicle Show Review, Auto Racing- “2018 F3 British Championship” From Oulton Park. March 31-April 2, 2018 (6/12/18)

Vehicle Show Review, Auto Racing- “2018 F3 British Championship”

From Oulton Park.  March 31-April 2, 2018 (6/12/18)

Race cars grind to a halt only while starting up again later.  What you’ll find in this racing match is mist which purifies the roads into submission under the roaring, moaning tires.  Car after car go by, wheel after wheel is turned, just the very beginning of progression at the starting line where fog and mist pull air inside the sky’s lower limits for mortality and co-machinery athleticism.  Here I’m speaking of onslaught as well as puddles that rain on mud from being less than thunderous by a cloud’s favor on our side.  You’ll love the wet atmosphere.  Again, I can only speak so much for what it’s worth when counting chickens before they hatch, in mysticism over the radar front at whatever speed necessitates the pending challenge, vehicles upon vehicles flowing through the water in magnificence out of bounds for temporary storms mixed into an Englishman’s breeze.  Just when the going gets tough I find a new miracle from a failing line like that one!  Don’t really sit on the couch though- for that matter, attempt at ignorance for understanding until perfection is maximized for a small hand on your remote, TV buzzing and going, monitor on radar within the borders among wet droplets however dry the spongy earth gets in a general downpour, clouds as they hide to seek light from interruptions on our behalf no matter what vitality leaks in a big fan’s frustration.  Europeans are gentle but also disinterested unless circumstances pop up as far as the literary eye can study light for the matter, weather beyond approach as we get tickled into fandom, like what grass reflects when seeds grow to pass in green and come back again.  In fact, a big fan is not an acquaintance.  Fans spread out near the English land although I’m an American at home speculating matters in their own hands even if God pursues me, as geography across from the blades sizzles out of magnificence in glory where the drivers shine more than they dare approach on.  Everything seems to be in place.  It’s a nature out of nature, history and fiction in the making as whereupon the globular star ahead of us glows the biggest lamp confirming our surroundings within the galaxy, at least in principle.  A good shine may search for more reflections as the racing path combines drivers.  There’s enough tension, action, and brilliant work to be had where the professional machine-steerers march and launch by wheel, vision as taken closest to the few inches in front of their eyes expanding the focus out of mortal bands into keen eyes for the taking.  Discover as much to be had here.  Meanings as written down burn opinion along to exaggerations that heal my dispute into a great sense of humor.

https://youtu.be/P4XqPrCc5oI

Videogame Review, UNO JUST DANCE 2017 for the PS4 (Playstation Network)

Videogame Review, UNO JUST DANCE 2017 for the PS4 (Playstation Network)

My view of this game comes from existing divisions within mind for disputing on a whole, thoughts which derive pleasure from pain and pain from pleasure, favor from excuse and disposition from acceptance on my mark upon the very borders of conduct.  Questions tend to distract from our perspectives in video games.  Really, I’m far behind with this UNO game due to my absence in the JUST DANCE industry.  Drawing a card can be like taking a step.  But in UNO JUST DANCE I’m finding myself in repetitive blips that only subtract emotions from pleasure and improve hatred on pain wherever I’m seated near the TV by Westinghouse.  So many people already have been fooled into buying modern products from Westinghouse because most of us haven’t known about their economic struggle, diminishing returns, and compromise of cheap profits.  Once you’ve bought a TV you’re pretty much stuck with it unless a miracle needs God’s hand rather than yours.  Flesh and mortality have only brought us so far in video games.  Honestly, I’d rather play Super Breakout than any UNO videogame.  Tokens and decorations have been good in some Monopoly games since their gameplay is more thorough and independent of nature, as opposed to UNO games which require the struggle and progressions of time for humanity in order for us to pursue colored numbers and special wild cards in action before the imaginary exaggerations upon execution and physical touch.  Maybe I’m showing bias here so bear with me.  Dancing at the California State University of Sacramento was more entertaining and spiritual than UNO videogames.  Perhaps exclusive changes will happen for the UNO industry, but until then, I have to leave my mark in judgement for what I think children and adults ought to look for in number games, especially ones where the colors on numbers can act as divisions in random play for the luck while cards are drawn and only so many of them sit on the table.  The AI computer players are too fast for the gameplay to be vivid and tangible.  What I’m thinking is that a card game with even more numbers or symbols can be made for the PS4 or whatever next system descends by Sony’s engineering, craft, and internal speculations.  Ubisoft and Sony should have enough privacy for themselves.  But my UNO game on JUST DANCE 2017 fails to intrigue me.  A lot of this is due to technology, time, and trouble.  I’ll suddenly find myself drawing cards after the game forgets to mention the rules, adding more to my plate in confusion and on-screen insults, although we’ll also discover colors that can’t be founded in paint and ink under the real world.  Usually I’m figurative about “ink” when talking about my computer’s font for creativity.  Engineers can be so afraid of explaining machinery to others from their very nature outside of conduct in human touch, something which denies their criticisms along the lines where quality, made and prospered or touched and mangled through lifestyles, only beckons problems.  Quality always beckons problems.  Nice gentlemen may try tempting me into this mess from their reliance on mechanics for pleasing thoughts.  We typically find ourselves in constant relation with repetitive industrialization before leaving more trash out of bounds for imperfection; so it’s true that people are often mixed bags on their art for strangers, I can’t find myself to be less than an enemy with this UNO game.  Drawing cards in real life is better.  Besides, in my videogame here, the female voice on the “UNO!” claim is pretentious, alien, and despicable.  Feminists wouldn’t like the chipmunk voice and how it’s called “female” by self-indulgent males.  Sounds and music along its lines grind nerves instead of poverty to a halt.  However, if you’re into robotic insanity and able to withhold prejudice against human interaction, probably nobody will hurt you because gamers at so many angles prefer communication and isolation all at once.

https://youtu.be/dm_o1VZnKt8

TV Show Review, My Little Pony, “Daring Don’t”, Season 4 Episode 4

TV Show Review, My Little Pony, “Daring Don’t”, Season 4 Episode 4

Rainbow Dash has an infatuation for some writer that damages her literacy.  Then again, it’s not possible to read my own literature before everything gets written down under privilege.  When the blue pony marches into the random jungle areas where grass hatches out of the TV in appeal for high definition, images and angles where the MLP cartoon sets off especially become breaking tokens out of bounds for the evil ponies who search for the one, missing ring.  No, My Little Pony isn’t Lord of the Rings.  Instead what you’ll find is that Hasbro uses a cliche to redefine our limits for the conduct between graphics and visibility.  Even a fool can see Princess Twilight’s sharp eyes in her flickering look closest to the explorer’s onslaught at a windowpane, “never knowing what to do”, since readers like herself and Rainbow Dash can be so absurd due to exaggerated claims they’ve lived for to die under the blazing sun past glory within tribal, holy bounds.  I’m speaking of distance as well as proximity.  Ponies aren’t necessarily going to just experience the very things talked about in books because such artifacts in Twilight’s magic or Dash’s crazy tune resemble vacuums in textual space rather than hearty, good nature.  Don’t you realize ignorance from looking at my last statement?  Before anybody writes, he or she needs to accept the fact in which books give scribbled descriptions in absence of nature: voices, sounds, colors, terror, beauty, elegance, disaster, weather, geography, angels, demons, heavens… pretty much all can be expressed in those words if my readers use enough imagination and have gone into nature themselves.  Readers are often perverts from their very nature.  Movies themselves don’t usually tell you what else goes on in life, so there’s as much interest in our personal exaggerations and approximations while studying literature in film and paper on those details between voids and paths assumed for cognition, speed, and entryways, in knowledge and permission for visually thinking.  Dash isn’t mean or rough here.  She’s just a foolhardy tomboy who only saw the explorer’s life through books (nature not included).  Hasbro has continued giving us these pony sources which demand our attention towards the ever-expanding universe on cartoons and wild animation.  While readers may look at this review with infatuation and glee, I’m actually having some really schizophrenic moments right now at a house in some mountain town across from the Pacific Ocean, staying up late, playing 128-bit games, Brazilian literature at hand by a gross lamp in dust and wear and tear.  Yeah, authors go through some terrible times.  I’ve said it that Sonic the Hedgehog at times is better for comic-reading than video games.  Rainbow’s good on the adventure stuff and I believe she marks her territory where an explorer’s intrigue hones in the violence around the pony bunch.  Watch this great episode.  

https://youtu.be/uimVvvkGjG0

Videogame Review, Mortal Kombat X/XL for the PS4 (Playstation 4)

Videogame Review, Mortal Kombat X/XL for the PS4 (Playstation 4)

It’s rather a mixed bag which contains so many games inside and visualizes features towards theology for its own fiction, like what you get from the graveyard where statues and other tokens let us perceive inconsistent rewards before getting attacked by a dark, furry jackal.  Enough pieces to Mortal Kombat X leave its quality over its XL deluxe version while the going gets tough, gory, and horribly insane within the borders of conduct for exhibiting gross metaphors through action, time and space between dark light and bright darkness.  Across the Mortal Kombat universe we see plenty for the taking even if blood is mixed in the fights among temperamental sorcerers, magicians, pharaohs, gods, vampires, soccer players, classic fighters, and everything else forced into retirement only to return on the streaks inside those wide expanses upon tournaments for good, evil, and anything in-between.  Just don’t hone in focus on all the fighters at once because differences arise with powerful effects and demonstrative means which can be believed to be otherwise from watching too much TV.  For that matter, let me ask readers a question- “Does it feel like you can watch TV without bothering to turn it on?”  Maybe I’m leaking doubts into my personal opinion around the bend.  Sure, Mortal Kombat X has brilliant graphics and a good show for counting, but I also have to consider how my Scorpion antique included with the package seems more plain and tightly rigid for being special in a couple of colors; the black-and-yellow statue sits on my table where the iron-clad warrior rests fingers from one hand and grasps a dagger in another, supposedly with memories of Sub-Zero who can be a smart aleck, dressed in taunt in front of the likes of a net-throwing cyborg and excused to say (and I quote), “I’ve evolved over you.”  No spoilers have been written into this review yet since readers who haven’t played this game won’t know exactly what I’m talking about until they actually play it.  Sonya looks cheesy in her old outfit although you’ll find Scorpion and Sub-Zero to be brothers of kin reversed of favor for classic uniforms of primary colors over magnificently black pieces, reflections given high resolution on their sudden change of clothes due to approximations and exaggerations of spiritual imagery.  Honestly, I’ve had to become disinterested about my own religion and learn from more spiritual stories around us at very nook and cranny you can imagine.  It’s not just like comparing apples and oranges; it’s also like comparing pizza and jicima.  Why do I mention food here?  People need to be careful before just diving into something new that has mystery to its comfort and privilege for them, or else illness may occur from the casual experiments.  Thus I recommend that players tread carefully with Mortal Kombat X; like truth, even beauty can be hard to handle before the horrors of absolute virtues out there on the fields for our gold controllers.  My PS4 controller has some buttons that press in differently than other buttons on it and I believe it’s happened from a programmer’s wish for gamers not to abuse power in gameplay through greed and unnecessary simplicity.  A review like mine is not intended to be sadistic.  You can spoil yourself a lot with the visionary combat and I express wishes on interest as to spiritual conduct out of bounds for privilege, above grounds and under skies, launches as pulled on visual dispute however fighters regress against time and mixed “magicks”, as the Boons in the programming team would probably call it.

Star Rating: I give none, because if I do you won't read my review.   

https://youtu.be/jSi2LDkyKmI

TV Show Review, My Little Pony, “Too Many Pinkie Pies”, Season 3 Episode 3

TV Show Review, My Little Pony, “Too Many Pinkie Pies”, Season 3 Episode 3

There’s a lot of pink going on here.  I guess she can’t help herself for being so pink until stars come from heaven in Twilight’s honor for her studies of tanning, zapping horns, feeding the animals, and leaving Pinkie Pie out to dry with the only pony she isn’t attracted to: herself.  Maybe she’s been inching up to her lost behavior for the trek among ruined barns near the closest heavens of unpicked apples beneath a country pony’s scope- typically mean and quite aroused in opposition to stillness.  Because I’m schizophrenic and make unimportant poses, I think Applejack would hate my guts to the very end since my pending thoughts may disturb her polite prejudice into aggression around the weathervane.  Pinkie has some problems I relate to: hyper activity, lack of focus, and ruined confidence along pretensions within the borders of partying on the count of sheer stupidity, even if the little balloons on her butt make anything seem magical in her exaggerations, just when she’s so gay and only pardons a drying wall out of Princess Twilight’s violent dictations, laser horn, and gross humor.  Honestly I’m pretty stuck up about this episode.  Pinkie Pie already looks very plain and dull in her privilege for candy and silly moves; I’m watching, I’m watching, I’m watching… yes, she’s very pink with balloons tattooed onto her flank by the sudden magic of friendship, in an environment where fools can be so smart because they’re really out there, really dumb, and perfectly designed by unique brushes in Hasbro Studios for Equestria.  Pardon my French.  My writing indicates very well how acknowledged I am of imageless words flowing across my page in harmony and defeat over Pinkie Pie’s influence on my boredom where everything hurts, including her feelings which bring back the magic after regressions in time turn her page as much for random privilege as for insanity.  For the matter I find her despicable, being like a modern Daffy Duck for pony-lovers wherever looniness causes her stillness to confusedly bind with harmony through scary associations.  Bugs Bunny was wise and patient; Daffy Duck was noisy and belligerent.  Pinkie Pie can be worse than both of those idiots.  Cartoons themselves accentuate the idiocy upon humankind, and ponykind, arrested into stupidity with glee from dark hearts splintered with light and glow.  Where’s my theory?  You’ll have to guess.  At least my opinion is expressed with partial statements to the whole theory- Pinkie Pie is crazy, insipid, and a bouncing blockhead.  Only heaven will know where her numbers are.  

https://youtu.be/9Rql0r3Jvo4

Videogame Review, UNO Rayman for the PS4 (Playstation Network)

Videogame Review, UNO Rayman for the PS4 (Playstation Network)

It’s not poetry.  While I love the decorations and charisma which are present in this game, people need to actually be playing with me and holding cards to show for anything in UNO Rayman to be interesting, vivid, and romantic of subtlety.  That’s my bias for ya!  UNO was played between me and classmates at Poinsettia Elementary School in Ventura from my past and it succeeded due to physical contact.  Really, physical contact.  UNO can be political though.  Just the name “UNO” is Spanish for solo, singular, less than double on double for the count.  Mrs. Nale approved us on the UNO game we played and we cheated, poked each other’s ribs, and added local color into Ventura’s beauty of the Pier, Oxnard, and Anacapa Island.  Almost nobody lived on that island, nor cared about the dead cattle, because UNO was played by our human touch, our sharing hands, our love which left us fresh and happy for the show on multiple cards of color, prestige, and numerical bias.  For that matter, UNO is fashionable and practical for showing off your stuff, which is possible for UNO Rayman due to video chat and online networking and 2-player function, only without that human touch of physical contact.  Maybe except for the physical contact with controllers.  Still, I can’t figure out why this game was released for PS4.  Everything goes on in the game so fast, so rapidly, I get wildly confused, wildly flustered, and terribly at co-machinery gameplay.  Rules are hardly explained anywhere.  Often I’m finding myself working against myself while trying to poke through numbers on the imaginary table beyond belief and realistic excellence, even if purple cloud-streaks or finished up-keeping disturb my peace along the timer’s watch over me, impersonal eyes from the machine at me after I go and go, to pick a card, any card, upon the very mass that should’ve been given more physical contact, more cheating, more playing with numbers before the other players who might be disguised rather than emotional in true colors.  Pushing a button in less than a second isn’t the same as struggling, actually struggling, to draw the cards physically.  Nothing comes to me fairly here.  It’s like I’m picking up after other people’s messes including the programmers.  Being in the playing field makes me dizzy and I can’t utter this in vain since the very nature around me leaves the memories behind my doubts towards UNO Rayman however it appeals to artificial bounds instead of common sense and decency.  A lot of teachers could probably remove their cards fine in this UNO game by acceptance for such formal, unemotional gameplay that follows rules more than our actual conduct under the real world’s atmosphere, visibility, and future no matter how absurd or senseless.  Does following exact rules matter more to the programmers than wit, intrigue, and natural performance among players in real life?  Come on!  I only understand this game in terms of mechanics above all else except child psychology and intervening numbers on our natural selves and behalf, so, although UNO Rayman may treat us to sleeping, lazy fairies and dumb swamp-eaters who mix up our cards in burps and guttural explosions, maybe we should try actually playing UNO for real and not get so caught up in fashion and dictations of machinery and social media on Sony’s part.  It’s impersonal, excessively sweet, and (unfortunately) lacking our cognition in action and card-share.  

https://youtu.be/ebU9cWR6H58

Videogame Review, Ms. Pac-Man for the Sega Genesis

Videogame Review, Ms. Pac-Man for the Sega Genesis

Wikipedia says this port of Ms. Pac-Man had sold very well.  It’s too bad so many gamers don’t like this game much because of their confusion for the Genesis controller, a black device that gives you an 8-way direction pad that goes 360-degrees on its circular base and irregularly placed action buttons.  Follow each word exactly as I go into this discussion in honesty, truth, and somewhat academic endeavor.  Blogs have been made on the internet in recent years and I’ve found that a lot of gamers/players don’t like Ms. Pac-Man on the Genesis.  Everything is blamed on the controls, anything is hated on the screen, nothing is right on the timing, and something is amiss to such guys.  Notice how they don’t usually examine their own actions before lunging at the Genesis controller.  Arrogance has brought these fellows to their knees because they’re making guesses rather than calculations- for that matter, we see that they don’t know any instructions unless Ms. Pac-Man gives it to them.  How absurd is that?!  Quite a lot of guys like them can be so bookish, so risky and stupid, so rigid and fine and dandy, although nothing would be seen of themselves by those persons without a freakin’ mirror on the tube.  And they’re complaining about a device while seeing nothing of themselves?  That’s boorish, insipid, retarded, outstanding, unfortunate, despicable, believable, nonsense, modern ergonomics… ah!!!  Really I can’t find fault with this Genesis classic.  Where a star floats over the horizons to my left on a certain strange level, where ghosts act as trailers attached to their headers, there’s more than what meets the eye due to the Genesis controller overlay: my thumb’s surfing on the directions, my digit’s pleasure beyond permanent speed, a menu that leaves assumptions to a nice person’s imagination.  You have my approval if you’re digging this.  But the graphics are tremendously comical, outstandingly humorous!  Are those haters telling me the only thing to mention on wild gameplay, wild variety, and wild happenings is a plain, cardinal call-name of the Genesis controller, a practical joystick that improves the lot and can be switched with other Genesis controllers and joysticks, that they can’t actually get off their butts and manage their Genesis console or go on Ebay to find what’s to be ignored and deplored over?  I rest my case.  Get out of here, dude!  People need to know their stuff and head into tunnels for Ms. Pac-Man, grab a carton of milk for Jr. Pac-Man, exchange kisses with Pac-Man, and leave the goblins to rot upon the glowing fields as close to definitions as definitions are verified.  Gamers don’t need to be so exact with all of this commotion between tokens and voids.  Honesty is the best policy: eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.  The proof of the pudding is in the eating; you can bring a horse to water, but can’t make him drink.  Doodle on this if you’d like.  A messenger can only play video games if he’s willing to express reality under the bounds of foredooming beauty.  Oh!  So many colors!  Hate is gonna hate.  Transforming one’s personality is required for Ms. Pac-Man.  Nothing here, nothing there, nothing everywhere in Ms. Pac-Man is like quickly writing your name down at a restaurant.  We need more proof on controls than just merely mentioning the word “controls”.  Who can judge so much when little is realized?  Why do they whine, moan, and scream about the lack of entertainment in boring reviews?  But enough of this.    

https://youtu.be/7sWrbPj35LQ

Vehicle Show Review, Pro Pulling League- “2018 Lucas Oil League: ‘Super Farm Tractor’”

Vehicle Show Review, Pro Pulling League- “2018 Lucas Oil League: ‘Super Farm Tractor’”

From Brooklyn, Mich. May 18th, 2018

I don’t always like mixed bags.  People should be able to express things as much as they can without too much compromise; then again, personality from a truck exists along with reflected colors to show what’s stated of the understated, like what fashion brings in mixed examples over the top where freedom exists out of restrictions typical to justice and rights.  Maybe what ‘Super Farm Tractor’ lacks is also the existence it shares between dispute and heat engines are running for although enough global warming flowing through our regions confines us to struggles and traffic jams we’re forced into.  An honest statement like mine can get lowered into disharmony if readers take it on their gross humors.  Studying what the wheels are doing in the Lucas Oil League is a challenge in of itself especially when we’re looking for drama rather than understanding.  Emotions themselves only mean so much as far as the eye can see where the mind leaves confusion behind doubts for someone’s fashion whether it’s yours or somebody else’s, as truck drivers on their mutant trucks may excuse privilege for unimportant sanity wherever divisions among competitors combine into the 2018 people want to know about before quickly forgetting about it.  Various trucks and tractors shown in the program need a little elbow grease on creativity if you get my drift while recognizing colors for moving shades above the drivers’ irreligious rain of dirt, since vehicles in hot shows turn into idols for sudden romancing under the invisible stars along blue sky.  Reading these ideas confuse people if they’re picking up ink during the foredooming age of meanings I’m responsible for somewhat.  Quite a few fellows who drive these monsters deserve more attention on their pardoning smiles, their goofy grins, even if extravagance by the trucks is hardly verified through really neat shells and hoods upon the piping metal of extreme smoke uttered from the exhaust valves if not reproachable measured distances in the hundreds towards maximum outlook.  Look at the pollution these rubber-eaters are hanging onto!  Nonetheless, I believe the farm tractor sport is good when and only when few people participate in it.  We can’t let bad air clog up our systems everywhere we go due to some perverted form of libertarianism that weak thinkers imagine because law is a pending fog that continues prevalence out of bounds for creeds and faiths; only agony adds onto that supposed kind of freedom near the remote locations of time and space, geography that burns proportions out of intellect and disinterested, accurate visions common to great thinkers among the public.   

https://youtu.be/2ON4JEBLKJw

Vehicle Show Review, “Monster Jam: Las Vegas, Parts 1 to 3, 4/1 to 4/15”

Vehicle Show Review, “Monster Jam: Las Vegas, Parts 1 to 3, 4/1 to 4/15”

It’s good for people to come for a show like this while forgetting about Donald Trump’s presidential timber.  Yet, I’m also concerned about how they enter a place where conflicting ideologies make the drivers and professionals involved look more blasphemous, especially when they may not necessarily be someone like me who criticizes Monster Jam’s late technology.  Of course, no one in the United States is the Christian that Jesus had told followers to become.  U.S.A. is a mixed bag, making it difficult for critics to pick and choose where exactly our beliefs follow, for liberals don’t often tell us what we’re equal to and conservatives usually forget to mention what divisions combine into our peace and irritations, although Monster Jam is most certainly a product that should be more interesting than what reality unfolds for its success within boring dimensions on the parts of ugly trucks and despicable water pumps.  You’ll typically find Scooby Doo at worst for wear compared to Monster Mutt.  Are you laughing yet?  See, my hate for the show can be more humorous than you think, but don’t think just yet I’m a religious fanatic.  For that matter, I’m more of a representative than an exact cultural figure because history on monster trucks is neat and brittle to sympathy in my heart, across from which blood in my temples may find their veins on conduct built up into this soul of mine even when tension between obviously gargantuan trucks leaves me with refined shoes, a Batman hat, and antiques from Indian craft.  Call me a Protestant from California if you will.  Thing is, societies in my state’s borders have so many cultural references and exotic foods, like what you’ll find in parts at Las Vegas, that my religion is more irrelevant to Monster Jam’s cause.  It’s not surprising we find idols and favorites in the dirt and fields where the monster trucks are that we care about.  If I suddenly say something to you like, “I hate Scooby Doo!”, does that make me worse of a person in a fan’s eyes?  If so there’s probably a good deal of idolatry going on inside that fan’s head and personal fantasies just from the very nature of poetry in terms of conduct: we make stuff up!  Honestly, I’m kidding, I love Scooby Doo, but you’re probably still hot-tempered that I would say that.  From my experience in reviewing video games I get a lot of issuant complaints from the public about my work.  Particulars include, “Hey, this isn’t about golf!”, or, “Hey, this isn’t about tennis!”.  Wow, you readers have little faith.  I’m sure we can connect the dots between golf, tennis, and monster trucks, since sports occur within the exaggerations of motion players handle towards efficiency if not extreme welcome orders along the crowd’s side.  Still, I think the monster trucks need beautiful shells on their hoods as opposed to dull macabre; arrogance can be perished from 3 elements I can think of for the human mind: 1) introduction of calculations rather than guesses, 2) persistence of light and acknowledgement for darkness, and 3) steadying at rules without excesses or too many diminishing returns.  Do you follow?  If so, maybe you’ll like the nice drivers, the nice announcers, the nice peoples.  There just has to be more value in possessions they count on for a good show.  So I recommend 3 things for Monster Jam: 1) better specifics in truck design and rider’s intention, 2) existence of right and wrong in the arts of monster-truck-driving for rich understanding, and 3) new judges who tell the difference between excesses and diminishing returns for providing scores on drivers in representation of their co-machinery athleticism.  My first 3 go with the last 3.  Keep watching Monster Jam and hope for something else.

https://youtu.be/F5ykiEXsNPc

Restaurant Review, Super Tommy’s in Thousand Oaks, California

Restaurant Review, Super Tommy’s in Thousand Oaks, California

A place like this would’ve been good for some moments until gone.  Reviewers, don’t get so close in mimicking special words of mine or else you may find yourself at a loss for your own words- vocabulary will come deep within.  Super Tommy’s is closed now.  I don’t know exactly what’s going on with this place unless I’m mistaken into their past of mistakes, since I’m only one reviewer and other reviewers have added their share of satisfaction or frustration with this place.  Two of us can be wrong.  Personally, as a child I found their signs to be like squares across the universe between boldness and despair, as indicated not only through Super Tommy’s informercial on local, analog cable but also visionary cooking for the masses.  Good dishes of steak and other delectable meats were cooked here well due to the sad chefs, depressed managers, and odd elegance of truth.  Dumb enough I’m on my computer admiring this stuff long after the restaurant’s been closed.  People would’ve gone here to escape oppression from fashion for the likes of locality and personal flavors.  What can I say to Democrats and Republicans?  How can I make them feel stupid as they should?  Nobody is #1 when everybody claims to be #1.  Customers get so tired of these TV commercials in which it seems every company, business, or market is claiming to be #1.  Honestly, someone must be lying.  Maybe we assume others are lying in ignorance of the differences in knowledge among the populations, as politicians themselves may find oddity to be at work against special favors under freedom of expression, especially when liberty excludes us from hate and accusations.  Should I say “hate” or hatred?  Original Tommy’s would’ve been an influence for Super Tommy’s.  Families would’ve gathered where chickens were counted because desperation on the part of managers kept pace with their increasing notions over production.  Words get to be funny on page if I do say myself!  Brothers on my side relaxed with me and our parents before the advertised cleaning and privilege of the undertaking near the roaring, bubbling grill, even if dispute on heavy metal left Evan frustrated with Chance who used fashion to pretend knowledge of Metallica and other bands in music.  Thousand Oaks was left with a restaurant who didn’t cheat like Chance, nor did the workers smile or grin against their true colors and emotions for which the most leading manager of the time expressed glee and sudden interest like an immigrant across the waters of doom.  

https://www.yelp.com/biz/super-tommys-thousand-oaks

"Cooling Heat" by GameUniverso (I, myself, am humbled)

"Cooling Heat" by GameUniverso (I, myself, am humbled)

My motto for art is, "If you know exactly what it is, then it's not art."

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Cooling-Heat-756139670

Restaurant Review, Thai Cuisine in Mojave, California

Restaurant Review, Thai Cuisine in Mojave, California

It’s a nice restaurant with a lot of paint on the walls and pillars.  Here you’ll find the excellence of green mustard, Thai spaghetti, and Asian pumpkin to be irresistible for dining on a budget between fine dining and frugal spending, although I’ve felt the whole experience to be very fine for comfort along the lines.  When you enter the restaurant at the front door, the whole scenery seems to expand within these beautiful horizons on which Thai cuisine makes the case heard in delectable herbs and spicy foods.  Ongoing atmosphere lets us have that comfort.  There’s more than what meets the eye on privilege here concerning enough to be heard.  I’m usually given a can of Diet Coke with an ice cup wherever I take spot on the premises among myself and others related to employment in Mojave’s rugged terrain, so we’ve taken up space- me and waiters- on channels assumed for the social networking on our appetite of exchange in orders and gifts.  So many noodles to choose from!  Asian pumpkin is directed to various meats, including shrimp and more seafood, as we can pick up our pace for the spices over meals of conduct under the healthy blue sky, under the complicated roof of green pillars, and under some of the most intense Thai spices you’ll find near Kern County.  This visit I took was as much of a business trip as a learned lesson.  Enough matters across from the tables around me whenever I pardon ice in a cup for the straw towards refreshment over quick treats.  Sure, it’s not fast food, but you should be getting your dish very rapidly here, for I’ve dined for the likes of Jack and BK and experienced slower service out of mere chance, emotional workers, and their exact detailing of sandwiches.  Thai Cuisine is more of a running horse than a slow poke.  Green mustard can really add more soup quality to its intended dish for reference in hunger, even if we’re above conduct for seemingly everlasting moments that cancel out boredom until immediate favors for something else return.  Here in Mojave, my family has taken storm on a lot of fronts where restaurants like Thai Cuisine add more flavor to the bite despite our typical pause at a gas station somewhere between sands and exquisite buildings.  Like Thai Cuisine, you’ll find architecture of particular interest in terms of the arts of peace and harmony where residents settle habits on privilege closer to acceptance than to disunity.  I recommend the Asian pumpkin dish I’ve had with medium-to-hot texture as well as green mustard for additional noodles on convenience, bite, and terrific service from the waiters and their efficient, dramatic cook.    

https://www.yelp.com/biz/mojave-thai-cuisine-mojave

Videogame Review, Cashman Casino: “Sacred Scarab” for Google Play

Videogame Review, Cashman Casino: “Sacred Scarab” for Google Play

Naturally speaking, reference to the ancients can make our thoughts suspicious.  Generations come and go along the spades within these borders of conduct for which I remember my unknown ancestors, asking myself, “If I go back in time in a time machine and speak to one of my ancestors, how do I talk to what I no longer am?”  Decay and prosperity are the conflicting ideas of the ancient Egyptian afterlife.  It’s as if a melting pot has reached us from the heavens in 7’s and 6’s just by any reference to chaos among the older truths, stories and images existing in ancient Egypt when philosophy and poetry were confused as one: eternal life, divine favors, and complicated matters for spirits between voids and gates.  So, from this angle, I kind of get the picture “Sacred Scarab” intends.  But I’m looking for fruitcake and wild honey in a videogame about ancient Egypt as opposed to impersonal, cardinal numbers.  That’s because I read ancient texts and really feel for the spirits who went before us- drifting, plunging, roaming, expelled, renowned, and persistence of humanity’s tidings on their lost confirmations, burned papyrus, and the extremes of light and darkness in visionary, alluring myths.  While the bonuses and combinations of the gambling in “Sacred Scarab” are reasonable, I feel like I’m pulling cards from a nameless deck.  “Yu-Gi-Oh!” follows the old Egyptian mythology better than “Sacred Scarab” due to excellence in illustration which marks lost territories in their color of glory from mortality towards everlasting dust, the shifting sands of time across the universe where a pyramid can compete with a black hole’s demands over infinity.  Why is my time with “Sacred Scarab” not actually slower?  It’s not like I’m melting into wisdom upon the breaking horses, the shifting sands of time, the heavy feeling of presence against ancient Egypt’s pending taboos on conduct under the stars in punishing space.  Theology has most certainly not taken this gambling program by storm.  Even atheists might expect better graphics.  For one thing, the million-dollar bonuses should not be given an impersonal label on their working, chinging exchange of idolatry in terms of responsive ignorance, but of demanding beauty along the lines of eternal conflict for pharaohs.  Sounds in the game don’t question doubts as combinations don’t ring in immortal justice to death.  Everything in this program for Cashman Casino feels like an explorer’s pretended belief for her retribution before relics and disputed figures.  This game needs more Egypt in it.  

Motel Review, Motel 6, Mojave, California

Motel Review, Motel 6, Mojave, California

The “hotel” is modest.  A sign hangs in your room which gives prices on nights and makes dollars indicated in highlight less of a stranger to resting visitors like myself.  Where their night bell is in the lobby, you’ll find the vending machines to be as problematic as the weak coffee and strange microwave because technology always needs a hand, even for someone like me who’s graduated from college.  So there’s plenty to improve on for Motel 6 due to time constraints room-maids feel while making beds, fluffing pillows, mopping and sweeping floors, and other miscellaneous information we can think of on their tasks since the bedrooms are more sweet and figuratively clean than the undeveloped areas around Mojave’s rugged terrain.  Colors may blend in together in my room before I realize the privilege.  Still, items get damaged in rooms.  I believe that customers need to pay for the very things they damage after doing the public a bad favor on those items, as our sleeping habits to power can disrupt our thoughts into more problems than we can handle just from the general nature we’ve assumed for rest, comfort, and ergonomics from the tidings.  Maybe I’m kind of speechless about the whole ordeal.  Pizza delivery isn’t available around these parts where we’ll dig into into restaurants by the corners between discovery and realization for the desert’s beauty of mixed fields.  3 restaurants very close follow Motel 6: 1) Barbie’s Primo Burgers, 2) Thai Cuisine, and 3) Anthony’s Grill.  Consider those places to be resources of delicious food on equal terms with each other as far as destinations towards Motel 6 are concerned, for I’ve dined under their roofs and given respect for the compromise among us, especially with the Mojave desert being something of a road-stop for quick drivers where Lancaster relates on a higher level.  But enough seen around us in Mojave makes the little town interesting for its rugged terrain, for I can explore much of the desert by car or foot along Motel 6’s lines near the opening highway gate.  A train passes by in more than one occasion on each day and leaves its roar for the future of Mojave’s ongoing development.  I imagine that more things will be built in Motel 6’s destinations close-by; however, there’s already 3 restaurants close and a nice gas station for cars and trucks alike, so we ought to consider ourselves for this location after seeing the discounts and pulling numbers across the way.  

https://www.yelp.com/biz/motel-6-mojave?hrid=GUQSLLi-2wtJfIXCvzFzdw

Videogame Review, Slots Free: “Pearl Riches” for Google Play (Mermaid Gamble)

Videogame Review, Slots Free: “Pearl Riches” for Google Play (Mermaid Gamble)

Babies don’t eat pies.  I know a lot of parents think they do and we’re covering this wealth-bringing game with that in mind.  Actually, it’s just play money for this game.  Enough funds can cover the progress in high scores although you’ll also find pretty fish and mermaids here, so keep your hopes up and let the lines flow to the exactions on our gamble.  That’s a good thing!  “Love” is a word I can use to describe this game without being vulgar because the images are soft, gentle, and adorable.  Ordinary words like “love” can be made vulgar if the proper authority is not given because oppression, like what we get in fashion, hurts and derails people’s minds.  If any word is given in retarded and bloodthirsty motion, it becomes slang.  “Pearl Riches” is not vulgar, doesn’t use slang, and the blue mermaids are able to drift through bubbles to get at schools of fish around their aqua beauty.  Beauty that’s just a number is really not beauty at all.  We have to be careful of giving a slot machine a thumbs-up just for money.  Besides, the play money isn’t real.  Consider the play money like it’s a token of some of the greatest things you’ll see in a gambling game.  My bid has gone up to 1,500,000, but that’s because I get a lot in return and, from the game’s infrastructure of values and action indicators and oceanic early morning chimes, dispute between me and the slot machine is reconciled with kindness due to exaggerations of thrill which make excitement gay and love interesting.  Don’t tell me you still think babies eat pies.  Stop that!  I’d rather just gamble in imaginary money when it’s not evil but instead acts as love’s replenishment and retribution.  You need to act on yourself in gambling and consider your personality for it while drawing the hatch of random, cardinal symbols spread out in the fashion of glory, especially after oppression from parents and loved ones is softened into philosophy and good psychology within the nature under happiness towards the big lots, the huge prizes upon miracles over the hill and under the sea of great, mechanical fascination for the randomization between taglines, visions, and forced prophecy.  I’m calling the mermaid one soon.  Sometimes whatever art appeals to smart critics like me is something despised by the public for its unprecedented ugliness until it vanishes into the pits of humankind, as in, “Ta Ta, Ta Ta!”  Yet I think “Pearl Riches” understands itself.  There’s beauty, elegance, and rich dynamics to the visualized bet I’m in when I’m headed for the streets of grey next to fallen sewers.  Of course.

Videogame Review, Heart of Vegas: “Oceans of Beauty” for Google Play

Videogame Review, Heart of Vegas: “Oceans of Beauty” for Google Play

It’s funny how my gambling game tries to tell me I have skills no one is responsible for.  There are levels to gambling, but I’m more disinterested about the outcome because I like flashes and sounds in a game’s artistic feat.  Don’t tell me to please you with an idea that’s irrelevant to my argument of choice, so we’ll be heading into discussion here on “Oceans of Beauty”.  It’s a pirate game where rubies and diamonds can make up the coins and give you confidence over imaginary bidding if you’re lucky to proceed with caution and play money, even if dollars and points add up in a rather imbalanced fashion.  For example, I can use about $105 in real money to get $105 million dollars in play money.  Nothing is real here.  It’s kind of like playing a gambling game on the Super Nintendo except that we play with slots machines only pretty much in Heart of Vegas and Cashman Casino.  Remember the play money used in Monopoly.  Is it real?  No.  Anyways.  The main pirate’s feminine face looks lovely although I know that’s just talk on surface.  Pirates are often poor recovery analysts and wake up only to the smell of blood, turmoil, and chaos, although “Oceans of Beauty” is suggestive instead of explicit on the violent fights.  Tempests themselves here merely add tension and great music in the gaming.  Cranking up the ship sounds like fun or we wouldn’t be here.  Copper, silver, and gold coins work as much to portray the visionary art although you’ll find more spinning of the wheels through more minimal bidding.  While the game was around on Heart of Vegas I enjoyed graphics which were supreme and melted my heart.  A program like this takes the cake and stirs the fire.  Something, if not just anything of something, beckons my effort until bonuses are sliced over internet connection towards my Galaxy s9 during my flight of privilege.  There’s a train making loud noises near my motel room in Mojave.  Can I say that my train of thought has derailed my train of thought?  Please, I’m tempting you with humor after going through a trashed bible, sticking my adapter on a wrapper to open food, mistaking a bored lady for a Thai restaurant clerk, realizing my grandparents’ divorces were adultery, and resting on a bed with flies over my eyes.  Nature is that way in a lot of California.  Divisions between peoples and objects often lead to more of a mixed bag of goods.  Dollars hang where hands can’t get them, no matter how big, little, or small we are.  Arrogance is not freedom.  So there’s enough on the line to comment on how I may get fewer fishes at a lake before swimming in “imaginary” cash at a casino beyond environments as out of order, as within order, or as beyond order.  I don’t know… couldn’t society get so mixed up that we end up with nothing?  Heart of Vegas does help me recover from stillness and anxiety.  Privilege isn’t always something of responsibility since the accidents of glory around us can be confused as our own nature, errors of the taking.  “Oceans of Beauty” isn’t appearing to be evil; it’s just suggestive of onslaught in our history of mortal means of survival. 

Videogame Review, Cashman Casino: “Brave Sword” for Google Play

Videogame Review, Cashman Casino: “Brave Sword” for Google Play

Don’t be full of yourself.  A slot machine does things which come from itself and we have no control over its missions.  In fact, none of its content comes from us.  Even a programmer for “Brave Sword” can’t just tell the slot machine to pick up jewels, wolves, bears, golden weapons and purple magicians without going through a completely random process of hit, dice, and shoot.  Of course I’d still like some effective means to the game.  For example, my mystery jackpot can be canceled out by a gathering of purple magicians, even if another gathering of wild cards for the magic can’t help the women on my imaginary dollars.  Controls are rather clumsy if you’re new to the automatic spin function.  What happens there is my Galaxy s9 doesn’t read my thumb right before getting into false programming on my commands, only to leave the automatic spin on parade while I’m finicking with the “phone” to pickaxe at the forced mistake.  Besides that, the bears don’t always persist in money-making effects through their own herds.  Maybe what I’m looking for is power that comes to grip with ability since temporary gambling for “Brave Sword” still exists in a mortal’s device- Galaxy s9- while the visuals, sounds, and graphics themselves are eternal.  Consider modern technology until we assume it for eternal graphics.  Literature itself is eternal on the words used because we only get at pictures and films that are as biased as the words, so why can’t “Brave Sword” be something like eternal literature from its fixed, disputable symbols?  “Fixed” is kind of an adjective used to describe still images even if the motion makes them look magnificent and exotic.  Indeed, cartoons wouldn’t be able to exist in absence of disorderly fashion, as dice can be tossed to proceed in mystery after your mind burns the vision into supernatural moments (at least until your Galaxy is off).  Above all else except for appeal and gaming opinion I believe Cashman Casino ought to make this luck of the draw less of a spade and more of a quality product.  “Miss Kitty” has strong rules for it I understand and rely on whereas “Brave Sword” looks and feels like an empty plate in risk, error, and confusion.  Miracles among the warriors just don’t shed the glory in brightness here.  

“The Camping of Eden”

“The Camping of Eden”

There’s no time to fly on in eternal life.  Nature isn’t just in your mind because change lies apart from the devil’s pawn, as demons may see darkness without eyes and hands when their gratification is in a vacuum upon the signed blood.  I guess that’s my view on Christian rumors.  Everything said there is optional for people to refuse or accept because God can’t make us drink in our spirits towards the passing clouds.  We might desire to bring ourselves to infinite bodies from technology until glory is reflected in our minds on paint and ink.  Suppose we travel for the universe’s center.  Can a black hole pull the weight from our color of glory or is God’s love flowing through its creation of humankind’s abilities?  Miracles need a flow from astronauts so we can reap the drifters into sanity across the universal weathers, planets by moons under the listed rockets beyond stars in hell.  A subtle evening makes the odds as even while the atmosphere is blessed upon due to pupils, threads of hair, and the science on frailty and injustice.  Fate is usually founded within the chapters of tension.  Our Lord has to let power interfere with ability or else divine favors would weaken the vacuum into eternal conflict, a myth that can’t be gained by light through mortal disappearance.  Is death just for size, for liberal restriction?  Pain should be reflection of what we miss.  Secrets get across into timeless memory until pressure from the heavens turns the wind on our doubts, evening as odds right around the invasion of dreams and focus, although there’s still a black hole near the local weight of destiny.  This is some astronomy of my fantasy- it’s both elements over a combination as locked for idols as for shadows beneath a permanent leaf, a meaning of gold that will last my death into fresh realization.  Am I crazy?  A word like mine needs more than random lines.  Water can fill up a miracle forever!  My stance lets me doze under the stars while prayers leak into the tears of everlasting dust.  Our fire gets to be slow where horses between darkness and light connect travels, exaggerations after brightness and close to holy madness.  May our gaiety strengthen creatures into a great force when power interrupts the vanishing sins, for, through vigor and enthusiasm, we leave the breeze at eternal favors during vision that burns the open fields along to supernatural moments.  

https://youtu.be/jfQt-k_ueeQ

“Irreligious Persecution”

“Irreligious Persecution”

Examples of irreligious persecution include fighting baseball fans, attacking movie goers, and starting console wars.  One time I had a friend who wanted to kill Barney the Dinosaur.  Well, since David Joyner in the Barney costume could be mistaken as Barney the Dinosaur, just from the very nature of my friend’s insult I considered it an act of irreligious persecution.  What’s wrong with entertaining and teaching kids through an imaginary dinosaur?  The wish to harm someone over this cult must be irreligious persecution.  After all, Barney the Dinosaur isn’t a religious character in a figurative sense but can be attacked by an nonbeliever who doesn’t like him.  Such a criminal mind can then change the education system, prevent children from learning anything about the dinosaur except hate and prejudice, and weaken humanity’s respect for dinosaurs and other imaginary cults.

https://youtu.be/ASiAZ0XQAIg

Phone Review, Galaxy s7

Phone Review, Galaxy s7

It was electrifying until the last moments we had it to be sure.  The photography on it was great and I spent a good amount of time almost every day getting my act together with the device.  Images had a lot to do with things like Sunset, Cartoon, Sweet, and Riddle among other features.  Visuals exasperated on brilliance although they were more light and blurry compared to the Galaxy s9’s which came later.  Demand and receipt went hand in hand.  What was specific in the s7’s graphics related to the spectrum of colors Samsung provided.  Colors kind of acted on each other to visualize exaggerations within the borders on focus, clarity, and privilege.  

Truth is more kind when expressed through proper authority and due to the nature we’re in by participating in this review I’d like to note particulars over ambiguous signs given in my declaration.  Yes, Galaxies have buttons through the whole device, not just the touch screen in spite of plentiful functions.  Games you would’ve founded on the s7 included Candy Crush and “Solitaire” while the going in Wi-Fi and high speed internet was probable in addition to formal.  College education may dampen the relationship between users and phones, especially when someone is thinking “I can’t do this unless someone had done it before” and fate in numbers rolls the dice at privilege in questionable terms.  

But trust me when I say the Galaxy s7 is sort of a relic- in fact, I eventually ran out of memory on my s7 and had to switch over to the Galaxy s9 and its memory card use, so now you won’t be able to use the Galaxy s7 even if you want to.  Quite a flaw if I do say myself!  Those old Atari consoles can be played with anytime as long as you follow the directions, like: 1) only have the electric plug in when machine is in use, 2) direct to RF (metal tube on back of TV for cable), 3) don’t remove or insert games when machine is on, and 4) additional miscellaneous information to be concerned.  Yet those are Atari consoles!  I could switch between games while my phone was on, the reception was immediate and clear, communication existed on my very phone often, and there was additional miscellaneous information to be concerned.  

My repetition of the 4th clause should be more apparent even if there’s still confusion on the subject matter.  Old videogame consoles are more like lawnmowers than mobile devices just from their nature, as it’s possible you’ll have to hook up a long outdoor plug to get your Colecovision going.  Why am I mentioning old machines and praising the Galaxy s7 for its quick charge, fast pace, and efficient applications?  Isn’t all this unnecessary?  Well, what you’re probably doing if you’re asking those questions is you’re looking for ideas from me as though I’m an endless book of answers.  Don’t be full of yourself.  This is my argument for consideration and I require your faith of the moment.  The instruction manual included with the s7 hardly explained much because the phone suggested much.  Web was fine!  From how much stuff was packed into the s7, no wonder.  And yet I wonder…