The wind howls in me brain and whistles through my ears.

Halo 4 is almost upon us and I as well as everyone else capable of typing is sharing their ‘oh so valued’ opinion (it’s free for a reason) on everything Halo 4. I am so excited it even eclipses my anxiety about death…except dying before the game comes out. I also feel like I am already comparing everything I do to Halo 4 or how much I am glad Halo 4 is more like 3 than Reach. I play B2 and I’m thinking Master Chief would kick Jack’s ass like no bidness, take a mouthful of Spartan laser. You know I’m not talking about the weapon, I’m talking about Master Chief’s…well I don’t want to get ahead of myself here…or maybe I will say something I regret…no I don’t often do that…hey it’s my blog…if it burns your eye holes then stare out the window and try and figure out that goats really are the next big thing in evolution. I’m convinced that Halo 5 is going to be an epic battle between goats, ravens and dolphins. Just look, the earth primates are out, trampoline jumping goats, stick wielding ravens and shell cracking dolphins are in. I still don’t understand in The Road why all the animals died off after a year.  Sure most people probably turned to the animals before they started eating their neighbors, but what about the herbivores? I mean if the sky is going dark with the dust of a massive ELE, I’d want to be a plant eater. I watched that movie and I thought there is still a lot of hay about. Goats got it good, you can see they know it in their eyes.  They got heavy metal, they got whimsy…yes people eat them but I really feel that’s because the good stuff is not around or too expensive. If goats just had better lobbying in the heart of our government, they’d be on the table less.

I find it a little racist that Master Chief is a stereotypical boring white guy.  OOOoooo…I’m Master Chief (MC)…I kick ass and save the day…I say Big Deal! Join the club captain white bread! Any fool with some launch codes, a multi-billion dollar defense budget, a few hundred thousand troops and some nuclear weapons can save the day or at least clear out the room. If MC can balance the budget or feed the homeless, I’d be a lot more impressed. Hey MC what have you done for the gipper, you lazy sack?

Okay so that last part was unfair, he’d been in the old cryo romp room at the Hilton, sucking down G&T’s and blowing his daily per diem on that pixel generated floosy.