http://www.cheapassgamer.com/forums/blog.php A current listing of cheap video games, video game sales and video game deals: CAG en Mon, 20 May 2013 15:17:20 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.cheapassgamer.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg http://www.cheapassgamer.com/forums/blog.php http://www.cheapassgamer.com/forums/blog.php?b=22297 Mon, 22 Aug 2011 17:36:12 GMT Hi All, The last few months have lead me to go on a gaming binge which has lead to me having a... Hi All,

The last few months have lead me to go on a gaming binge which has lead to me having a HUGE backlog. Just on disc alone i have over 150 games and out of which I have probably beaten 2 or 3 of them :roll: if you factor in PSN, XBLA and handheld stuff that total jumps to like 275. I still have no logical reason for getting so many games in such a short span other than they were good deals but my real problem is that I actually want to play most of if not all the games I have. I face the constant problem of trying to figure out what game to play and I either get overwhelmed with the choices and end up watching a movie or I develop some sort of gaming A.D.D. and end up playing 2 or 3 games in the span of a couple of hours but never fully devoting my attention to one game. My question to you my fellow CAG's is how do you all work through your backlogs? Should I just lowball some away to slim down my choices? I have included some pics of my collection just to give you guys a point of reference as to what I have. Thanks all!!





]]> Skooba81 http://www.cheapassgamer.com/forums/blog.php?b=22297 http://www.cheapassgamer.com/forums/blog.php?b=21963 Fri, 08 Jul 2011 02:55:27 GMT Hi all, I am writing this because I am kind of at the end of my rope with my relationship...I... Hi all,

I am writing this because I am kind of at the end of my rope with my relationship...I have been with this girl for about 3 years now and she is a wonderful, amazing and understanding woman for the most part...the problem we have and have been having for a long time now is my son...you see my son is from another woman, my ex-wife to be exact and to further complicate things, he is not biologically mine...his father is a complete and utter dead beat, he has only seen my son once when he was a few months old. Since my son was 3 I have been the lone father figure in his life. I am actually heading to court tomorrow to begin the process of legally adopting my son. This for whatever reason has been a huge thorn in the side with my current relationship...everytime I do ANYTHING for my son it turns into a big thing with the gf...She knows the whole situation and I have never hidden any facts from her. She knows I didn't create the child but I have been the one to raise him and I will continue to do so as if my name was listed on the birth certificate. I just really don't know what to do anymore, she knows my son is the most important thing to me besides her and yet she treats him as if he is not a part of my life sometimes (although her interactions with him have improved greatly as of late) and anytime I have to do something as a father she acts like I don't need to be there or I shouldn't be doing it just because it might make my ex's life easier by proxy. I love the girl with all my heart and would like to someday marry her but it has been the same cycle of arguing over my son and ex for 3 years and it just doesn't seem to be ending anytime soon...So I reach out to you my fellow CAG's (as I know that most of you are family men/women and have had experience in similar situations) please help a guy keep himself from putting his head through a wall. And before anyone makes a smart ass crack about coming here for relationship advice please keep quiet, this site has alot of things to offer beyond gaming as far as community goes and the fact the everyone here is an outsider looking in I know whatever advice I would get would be objective...thanks again!!

UPDATE: well we talked it out tonight and it looks like the relationship has ended...I really didn't want it to be this way but I feel that if we were to be together for the rest of our lives like I had hoped then I needed her support with my son...All I want is for her to be happy and I don't think she would've ever truly been happy with me since she couldn't come to terms with my relationship with my son...fucking sucks...:cry: ]]> Skooba81 http://www.cheapassgamer.com/forums/blog.php?b=21963 http://www.cheapassgamer.com/forums/blog.php?b=21773 Thu, 16 Jun 2011 04:49:46 GMT Sorry to throw a wall of text up but I kinda needed to vent... 3 months ago my father lost his... Sorry to throw a wall of text up but I kinda needed to vent...

3 months ago my father lost his battle with malignant melonoma. 3 months ago I lost my best friend. I still remember the first night he went to the hospital, I can recall every detail and every minute with crystal clear detail. I remember the fear of something major being wrong while clinging to the hope that it was something minor. I still remember sitting in the E.R. with my father watching a Terminator marathon on AMC , while doctor after doctor ran different tests and threw different diagnoses our way. I still remember joking with my dad that I would piss in his Dr. Pepper for scaring me after a doc told us he probably just had a bladder infection. I remember not wanting to leave my father’s side that night but him kicking me out as I too am a father and had a little boy waiting for me to come pick him up for the weekend. I remember the feeling of hope as I walked out out the hospital, mumbling a prayer that the doctor was right and dad would be home the next day. After a very sleepless night, the next day came with a phone call at 6 in the morning. It was the night shift dr. calling me with the results of the CAT scan, she informed me that they had found a series of growths that they believed was cancer…there was not enough air in the room for me to breath as I hung up the phone. Later on I went to go see dad in the hospital and it was strange, for the first time in my life I saw fear in my father’s eyes and for the first time in my life, I had to be strong for him as he had been for me my entire life. Immediately I entered into a routine of waking up everyday and heading straight to the hospital and just chilling with dad watching what seemed to be 100 different courtroom shows…and it was great, despite the news and the very real possibility of death, we just enjoyed eachother…laughing and joking as much as possible. The only time I got emotional was during the Super Bowl. As we sat there eating KFC with his roommate who was recovering from heart surgery, the thought hit me that this could be the last Super Bowl that we watched together but instead of crying or getting sad I just smiled and soaked up every minute of the game and the time with my father, just me and him actually rooting for the same team for the first time ever.

The weeks leading up to his death were easily the hardest time of my life and yet they were the easiest. Dad came home from the hospital for a short while and I had to take care of him, it was draining…physically and emotionally. Sleep was scarce for me as it was scarce for him. My father went from being the most independent and stubborn person in the world to needing my help with even the simplest of tasks. If I got an hour of sleep on a given night then it was a good night. Having to do everything from waking up to provide meds, to getting him a drink or simply helping him sit up straight so his back would hurt less. I watched my father become a shell of the superhero I always saw him as, at least physically. As hard as those weeks were, it also brought a weird sense of peace to me as I had to pleasure of being able to help the man who had helped me so much throughout my life and that made the hardship very easy to bear.

Eventually dad went back to the hospital as the pain he was in became too much for him to bear. I went right back to my routine of wake up-hospital-shower-back to hospital-go to bed. But this time it was different. Hope was gone and reality started to set in, this was probably going to be it…the doctor’s kept saying dad was gonna come home but I think we both knew better. People came in and out in a constant stream to see my father and show their support and I know that brought a lot of peace to my dad. The best is when my brother’s came up and my father had no idea they were coming. Somehow we managed to keep it a secret for weeks and when he awoke to see them standing by his bedside the emotion became too much for him to hide. He cried uncontollably for what seemed like hours only to regain his composure long enough to look and me and say “you fuck!!! Thank you” he went on to tell me that he could now die a happy man. Within the next few days his condition started to detoriate and ultimatley he passed on. I am not going to go into detail about those days but I will share this one thing…The day that he passed I had a dream about him…I walked into the hospital room and did my usual thing of knocking on the door and saying “hey dad” as I had done countless times before. This time though was very different, as my father literally hopped out of his hospital bed in perfect health. He walked up to me with the biggest smile on his face, took my hat off and rubbed my head. He looked straight into my eyes and said “I am going home buddy, I’m going home…” and proceeded to walk out of the hospital room. 12 hours later he went "home"…

The reason I am writing all this is therapy I guess. I also want people to know that I am good. Do have I have sleepless nights? Yes. I am angrier than usual? You bet. Do I sometimes break down into tears out of nowhere? I am doing so as I write this. But who wouldn’t have these reactions? What I am going through and feeling are completely normal and I am going to come out of this a better person. The reason I know I am going to do so is because of everything that I have written beforehand. I am not going to lie, I have spent nights looking back on the bad things…the pain…the suffering…watching my father waste away, and they have had a profound impact on my persona. But what has had an even more profound impact on me is when I think about the times I would look into my father’s sometimes intimidating but always comforting hazel eyes…Although he was scared and physically he was falling apart, I would look into his eyes and see his spirit grow stronger and stronger with every passing day. Here was a man that knew he was going to die, not in a matter of months or years, but in a matter of weeks or days and yet he never changed. He smiled everytime he saw his friends and family. He busted my balls like we still drinking together at the bar. He tried to get a foursome going on with 3 of his nurses. He never changed…not one bit. As weak as his body was, his spirit was stronger than ever, he made a profound impact on everyone he came across. He never lost that thirst for life even though his cup was running dry…and that is inspiring!! That is what I look back upon and smile about…I have so many specific memories and laughs out of what should’ve been a depressing time in life and that is the way I know that my dad would want me to look back at the time…that was his gift to me…the laughs, the smiles and more importantly…the time we spent together.

For anyone that has gone through something like this or is going through it now, please take something from my experience…we as people are wired to take things for granted, we never appreciate anything until it is gone or is about to be gone…we always think there is always tomorrow or there will be an infinite number of memories and time together. Truth is, nothing is promised, there might not be a tomorrow and those memories have a very finite number attached to them. Because of that we need to cherish every moment and every memory as if they are our last. ]]> Skooba81 http://www.cheapassgamer.com/forums/blog.php?b=21773