hector jose campos

THE NEXT GENERATION IN VIDEOGAMES

2008-04-17T22:03:00.000-07:00

I. Introduction
Introductory statements

All my life i´ve been a videogames hardcore fan, being a proud owner of a Nintendo (NES), a Super Nintendo, a PlayStation (PSX), a Sega Dreamcast, and most recently, a Playstation 2 (PS2).

Thesis statement

Now, I have the chance to move on the next generation of videogames, so I have to decide between Nintendo´s Wii , Microsoft´s XBOX 360 or Sony´s Playstation 3 (PS3). Next are the plus and minus of each one.

II. Body
First supporting idea

WII: This console is the cheaper of all, besides it has the most innovating control system based on the movement of the user´s body.

Transition, topic sentence

It has a free online game collection and can read backup games, also known as pirate games. I have to explain that I don´t support piratery, but with the dollars restriction, it´s very expensive import original games, so it aspect must be consider. You can find this pirate games in 35 BsF.

Discussion, examples, and analysis

However, the Wii has the worst catalogue of the next generation consoles, with a lot of childish games. It has a very good licensed games sagas, as Mario Bros, The Legend of Zelda, Metroid, Donkey Kong and others, none of them have innovated enough to be considered next generation games. It only have improved in the control aspect.

Conclusion (optional)

Finally, I don´t know, my idea of videogames is to relax, and I don’t precisely relax by moving my body after a hard university day. Wii out.

Second supporting idea

XBOX 360: This console has the best game catalog, and it is based on first person shooters, one of my favorites genres

Transition, topic sentence

It also can read back up games, and has the best online service, but is not free.

Discussion, examples, and analysis

The biggest BUT of XBOX 360 is that it has a hardware problem that leads to overheating that makes the console´s breaks. This problem has not been fixed, and every XBOX 360 unit has almost a 30% of fail sooner o later. In Venezuela Microsoft doesn´t have technical support, so if you buy a XBOX and its breaks, you have to buy a new one.

Conclusion (optional)

I don’t want to spend 2000 BsF in a console that coul die in any minute. XBOX 360 is the second to fall.

Third supporting idea

PS3: PS3 is the latest of the next generation consoles.

Transition, topic sentence

It can read Blu-Ray movies, the successor of DVD. The Blu-Ray disc has bigger capacity than DVD, so it can lead to bigger and most detailed games. It has the best video and sound ouput of all and its online service is free, but it has the minor game catalog of all.

Discussion, examples, and analysis

The contras of the PS3 is that it only can read original games, that cost between 250 – 350 BsF, and it’s the most expensive of all, at the point that you can almost buy a Wii and a XBOX 360 for the price of a PS3.

III. Conclusion

Transition, statement reflecting back on thesis

Conclusion: Definitely I don’t like Wii. And with XBOX 360 I have the chance to lose my money without refunds. PS3 its expensive and don’t have (yet) big games, but Sony has the license of my three favorite games sagas: Final Fantasy, God of War and Metal Gear Solid.
Conclusion: Definitely I don’t like Wii. And with XBOX 360 I have the chance to lose my money without refunds. PS3 its expensive and don’t have (yet) big games, but Sony has the license of my three favorite games sagas: Final Fantasy, God of War and Metal Gear Solid. Yes, the games are very expensive, but if you choose wisely you can buy 3 or 4 games in a year and enjoy it, and always you can share games with friends.

Restate key points

I have had great time with PSX an PS2, there is no reason for doubt of PS3.

Ending statement that provokes thought (optional)

PS3 RULES!!!!!

this is my personal Descriptions

2008-04-04T14:41:00.000-07:00

Héctor José

Energetic, happy, shy and intelligent.

Son of :Nilo and Maria.

Who loves: my career, my dad and my mother.

Who is afraid of: President Hugo Chavez, loneliness and the obesity.

Who wants to see: others countries, others cultures and your people.

Resident of :Venezuela.

Campos S

this is my pet

2008-04-04T14:21:00.000-07:00

i describe my pet

My pet

Obedient, playful.

Loving, warning, protecting.

This is the best friend that I have.

Teela.

advantages and disadvantages

2008-04-04T13:15:00.000-07:00

Cell phones

Advantages

· Easy to stay in touch with anyone.

With only press a button you can talk to anyone

· You can find a person in any part of the World.

Some telephones have a GPS and only press a button and you find that person.

· Write a friend easily.

Telephones have a dictionary, this to make write a friend

Disadvantages

¶ Any person can locate you.

Sometimes you don´t like it.

¶ The call’s unexpected.

Some people have unacceptable jokes and they call in a middle of the night

¶ You can not see the face of the person.

When you call someone you can not see the expression in his face

There are some Advantages and disadvantages when you use a cell phone. First, you can talk to someone in any minute and find this person but in this way the people find you too. You can call any person at day or at night per equal, when you have the cell phones you can accept the call or decline the call for example: the unexpected calls in the middle of the night or in the middle of a meeting or people could call you for jokes or any situation unnecessary. Sometimes when you have a problem in the middle of a trip the cell phones can be helpful, for example: if you have any problems when you are lost, using the GPS you can see your location or your destiny. Finally in the world nobody can’t live without the cells phones because the cell phones or Mobil’s phones make your life easier.

essay sample

2008-03-28T14:39:00.000-07:00

As far as I am concerned, the unpardonable sin is someone dropping by our house before noon on Saturdays.
Since I go to school and work too, Saturday is the only day of the week on which I can be lazy and sleep late. (Therefore), I am late getting my housework done. By Saturday, my house is completely in ruins; anyone who is blessed with a six-year-old boy can understand what I am talking about. As (an example), it is not uncommon to walk into the living room (and )find an old ragged sheet or quilt stretched across a couple of chairs—this serves as his tent. This is the exact time some people decide to come by to see us. As the visitors come in, I hurriedly snatch the tent down, but immediately wish that I hadn't for under it are Chewbacca, Hans Solo, Luke Skywalker, C3PO. And R2D2. Trying nonchalantly to push these Star Wars creatures aside with my bare foot, I (suddenly) stop. My foot has come in contact with some unknown substance—it is oozing up between my toes. I look down and silently blaspheme the makers of Green Slime. As I gently remove my foot from this green wad, some of it continues to cling between my toes. Pretending that it doesn't bother me, I lead our guests into the dining room, hoping it will be more presentable. Much to my dismay, it does not look any better, (for there), on the table, are the remains of my daughter's midnight snack. The remains include a black banana peeling that looks like a relic from The Dark Ages; an empty glass with a dried milk ring; two stale blueberry pop-ups; (and) a pile of orange-red carrot peelings. My daughter is a border-line vegetarian, so the latter does not surprise me.
Having removed the residue from the table and seated our early birds, I am brought to the (second reasons) why I dislike having company on Saturday mornings. Remembering my in-bred Southern manners, I ask if I can get our guests something to eat or drink—when it hits me like a two-by-four—I have nothing to offer. This is grocery shopping day. I scrounge around the kitchen and find a piece of molder cheese and a box of stale Ritz Crackers. As I humbly set this before my guests, I am wondering if they like grape Kool-Aid. I fix a pitcherfull—all the while limping along and hating the slime that ha "set up," like concrete, between my toes. (Finally), I sit down with my friends and try to start a conversation, wondering why they are staring at me.
As their gawking continues, I take a quick inventory. No wonder they are staring at me—I would finish in first place in a Phyllis Diller look-alike contest. A slow red begins creeping up my neck as I realize that I'm still in my gown and housecoat, hair in disarray, no makeup, (and) green slime between my toes. Yet, I have no alternatives but to sit and endure, because my children are still asleep, and my husband left early to make hospital rounds (or was it to get away from home?). My company doesn't stay long—they have already seen enough. I smile and say, "y'all come back now, hear?"
Since the morning is already ruined, I think I'll finish up the cheese and crackers, drink another glass of Kool-Aid, leave the slime between my toes, and go back to bed.

Thesis statement = the unpardonable sin is someone dropping by our house before noon on Saturdays.

Main idea = Saturday is the only day of the week on which I can be lazy and sleep late.

Supporting facts = By Saturday, my house is completely in ruins; anyone who is blessed with a six-year-old boy can understand what I am talking about. As an example, it is not uncommon to walk into the living room and find an old ragged sheet or quilt stretched across a couple of chairs—this serves as his tent. This is the exact time some people decide to come by to see us. As the visitors come in, I hurriedly snatch the tent down
but immediately wish that I hadn't for under it are Chewbacca, Hans Solo, Luke Skywalker, C3PO. And R2D2. Trying nonchalantly to push these Star Wars creatures aside with my bare foot, I suddenly stop. My foot has come in contact with some unknown substance—it is oozing up between my toes. I look down and silently blaspheme the makers of Green Slime. As I gently remove my foot from this green wad, some of it continues to cling between my toes. Pretending that it doesn't bother me, I lead our guests into the dining room, hoping it will be more presentable. Much to my dismay, it does not look any better, for there, on the table, are the remains of my daughter's midnight snack. The remains include a black banana peeling that looks like a relic from The Dark Ages; an empty glass with a dried milk ring; two stale blueberry pop-ups; and a pile of orange-red carrot peelings. My daughter is a border-line vegetarian, so the latter does not surprise me.

Remembering my in-bred Southern manners, I ask if I can get our guests something to eat or drink—when it hits me like a two-by-four—I have nothing to offer. I scrounge around the kitchen and find a piece of molder cheese and a box of stale Ritz Crackers. As I humbly set this before my guests, I am wondering if they like grape Kool-Aid.

Conclusion = I sit down with my friends and try to start a conversation, wondering why they are staring at me.

As their gawking continues, I take a quick inventory. No wonder they are staring at me—I would finish in first place in a Phyllis Diller look-alike contest. A slow red begins creeping up my neck as I realize that I'm still in my gown and housecoat, hair in disarray, no makeup, and green slime between my toes. Yet, I have no alternatives but to sit and endure, because my children are still asleep,