March
24th - You Once Again Stepped Into The World Of
Survival Horror
I beat Resident Evil 2 tonight. I'm kind of pleased with myself though I was a bit iffed when the game told me I got an E rating for my 6 hour 23 minute playtime and 23 total saves. Games that give you rankings piss me off. I know I suck at video games, at least let me pretend I did a good job. Nothing much happened today. Tried to get my learner's permit but I was turned down because I don't have my social security card. If you're wondering what yesterday's rant was about just forget it. Oh, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't love the new Six Flags commercial with that crazy old guy dancing like there's no tomorrow. I almost finished my submission to be the letters columnist at Gameforms. Feel free to read my sample column. I think it's funny enough. You know, I was in Barnes and Noble the other day, in awe of the isles of manga. Yes isles. 3 complete bookshelves filled with the stuff in fact. Manga is officially out of control when bookstores are fueled only by the money of unkempt nerds looking for the latest copy of "Super Angel Battlegirl Mitsumi-chan." I used to read manga until I realized that I'd rather be spending my money on video games, a hobby populated by nerds slightly less scary than those who read manga. Anyways, while leaving I noticed some punk kid reading a strategy guide. He was decked out with the multiple piercings in every odd orifice, the black jacket with shiny metal knickknacks dangerously protruding from all angles and the kind of haircut that you and I would probably berate our barber for. For some reason, I was struck with the sudden curiosity of what strategy guide was he reading. I assumed Grand Theft Auto or maybe Devil May Cry. Something violent, something he could take out his rage against the machine on . Nonchalantly I went over to the shelf he was standing by, kneeling down and pretending to look at some books on a low shelf. I glanced upward. "The Sims." I smiled, got up and walked away. I'm still not sure what to think
about it. If you think this story had anything to do with today's
topic, it didn't. Today isn't about punk kids playing "The
Sims." Today is about games, namely the act of giving up on
games. We've all done it. We've all gotten to that boss we can't
beat, or that level we can't pass, or just realized how incredibly
tedious the game had gotten. Let's look at you guys had to say. Throw away and/or sell video games? Why would anyone do that? Other than the obvious: This game sucks; this game isn't what I figured it would be; dear god does her #^$^'s bounce enough? I try to play every game I buy to completion. I mean, I bought the thing I should play it. Unfortunately I have neither the time nor inclination to do this. It all comes down to a balancing act. How fun is the game? How much time am I spending playing when I could be playing something arguably better? How whiney is the main/or supporting cast? Hmmmm... quick list of games sold or tossed without finishing them first: Final Fantasy Anthologies- I'm a bad person I know, but it wasn't as grand as I hoped. Lunar:Blue Star(I don't even remember th title!)- Played for an hour, hated the main character after he DIED in the first battle 5 times in row! Nothing I did kept the fool alive. This of course ment watching the opening movie twice before I remembered I could save anywhere. Besides, he wasn't as cool as Alex. Hoshigami:Ruining Blue Earth- Bad game, not fun, and besides I had FF Tactics, why have a crappy Strat/Rpg? Saiyuki:Journey West- Fun, really, but I had FFT and now I have Disgaea, how much strategy do I need? And countless SNES and NES games(but none of the classics, still have my Chrono Trigger and Original Zelda!) And some more PS1 games, like the Megaman X games(crap, crap, crap) I just try to keep my collection small, always try to figure what I'm really going to play and what can go. Games that have been beaten can go(Unless they have New Game+ or great replay value)and anything that I have multiples of in a genre(Too much platform action? Hmmm....NES stuff stays so PS1 stuff goes). That's it, no not really, but this letter is long enough. Ken I know what you mean Ken, it does seem kind of like giving up when you return a game you had bought, hoping for something more. I know I tend to keep the games I didn't find myself too enthused with on my shelf rather than try to return them. Mostly because I don't want to deal with the hassle of an EB employee and his accusing eyes which yell "The disc worked just fine, I know you just hated the game… admit it you jerk!" I always make the assumption that somewhere down the line; I'll convince myself that "Hey! You spent $50 on that damn copy of Disgaea. You're going to mindlessly level up your characters and you're going to enjoy it damnit!" Anyways, I know a lot of gamers are quick to return games before really getting into them. I know a seven day return policy is a pretty stressful factor in deciding whether or not to keep your latest purchase. But still, sometimes a game that can seem a bore at first can turn out to have some pretty redeeming qualities. Rez comes to mind, which on the surface is a fairly standard rail shooter, but once you get into it you see the beauty within. Although, the opposite can also be true, like when you figure out that as much fun as it is to draw a fighting penis monster with an angry face, Magic Pengel really isn't that great a game. Oh, and you're probably the first male I've known to complain about boobs being too bouncy. As far as I'm concerned, there is no such thing as too bouncy, but then again, I'm currently fleeing sex-offender convictions in no less than three states. Uh, I mean… what? Dear John, How do I know when it is time to give up on a game? Well, I believe it's when you get that feeling of dread of having to start up the console instead a feeling of interest and intrigue. Further, you know you're enjoying a game when it occupies thoughts outside of gaming, such as when you are at work and you can't wait to get finished so you can carry on. I recently made up a rule where by I am determined to start finishing some of my games or I will play them for 50 hours (this applies more to RPGs) and then make a decision. I spoke about this before but Jade Cocoon 2 has quite a strong battle mechanism but is let down by an overly monotonous system - I think I gave this game fair due after playing for 50 hours and decided that enough was enough - I really couldn't be bothered to see how it turned out. Saying that, I put 80 hours without even trying into X-2 and went straight back into the New Game +. Admittedly I have put this to one side now but it is there waiting for me and I am proud that I did complete the game, although not perfectly. I really have this nag about not completing games perfectly, it's bloody anal in the end; I knew I could never really complete Jade Cocoon 2 because I needed to hatch all these eggs and that also brought me down off of my high: why could I not be content with saying, "I killed the final boss, so I consider it complete." After all, getting all the extra eggs won't allow me to beat him further (maybe more quickly, or easily), so I should be happy with this. I guess it all comes down to knowing that you got your complete money's worth out of the game - which is another way of looking at it - if I paid $30 (which I did) for JC2 and I spent 50 hours with it, that works out at a little of 60 cents an hour which is pretty good value - X-2 is about 38 cents an hour. Most sex chat lines are far more expensive… I think this is a good way to justify budget purchases, maybe games that aren't worth $40-$50 but when drop down to $20, one can say, "Well, I didn't pay full price for this because it didn't justify the outlay but at this lower price I had some fun, recognized flaws that evidently did not represent full value and can choose to sell it on perhaps not losing nearly as much money as if I had bought it at full price." Short one today, feel free to tide this over until you actually use the topic, but I had no random thoughts today. Best regards, Lloyd Getting the "perfect" completion of a game always seemed to me like some devious ploy to convince gamers to pick up a strategy guide. It sure worked for Kingdom Hearts when everyone started talking about the "OMG uBer cool!!11" secret ending. Your 50 hours of commitment rule seems like a big step, and I applaud you for it. It's a lot better than my system of "Play until you get stuck somewhere hard," whereas I'll get to some puzzle or boss I can't seem to get past, spend maybe an hour on it, and then put the disc away, telling myself "I'll come back to it." That evil bone dog thing in Resident Evil 2? Stuck. That huge battle with Sturm in Advance Wars? Impossible. That mission in Zone of the Enders: The Second Runner, where you have to grab and carry Ardjet past the hundred enemy frames that the computer keeps accidentally targeting instead of Ardjet, while meanwhile she's being ripped apart by swarms of raptors? Hell, that mission caused me to literally grab a Dreamcast and hurl it at the ground in frustration. I know taking out aggression on inanimate objects seems immature, but I'll be damned if that Dreamcast wasn't mocking me. Anyways, paying a cheap price for a game always manages to add some reasoning to an otherwise stupid purchase. It would've seemed ridiculous to spend $50 on Gungrave when it still came out, but paying $5 at Circuit City for a game that might as well be named "Mash The Square Button," doesn't seem too bad. Oh and yes, games are probably cheaper than most sex chat lines. But then again, would you rather have the newest Metal Gear Solid or a husky female you can make say anything you want? Sometimes I like to call up just to make them refer to me "Elroy Jetson," and tell me how hot they get over Bump-mapping. And Good job Lloyd, you've managed to use the phrase "it's bloody anal in the end," in normal conversation. That deserves a trophy. Allow three to five weeks for delivery. SIR - these days I'll just give up on one whenever something new I want to play comes along. I gave up Rygar when I got Castlevania: Lament of Innocence. I was right at the end boss, too. I've just given up Joachim's game in that to play Devil May Cry, since I'd never beaten it... it was another game I'd given up a while back for something else. I gave up Shin Contra (what's the American name again?) after an hour (but I'll come back to it soon). Currently I've got Xenosaga sitting in my 'given up' pile. I'm about 6 hours in. On another note, I just don't think traditional console RPGs are doing it for me anymore. The last 3 FFs I only played once each. Scratch that; I didn't even try FFX-2... to girl-power for me. Just a few days ago, in anticipation of trying FFXI one day, I played Everquest for the first time... ever. Champions of Norrath looks absolutely wicked. Loved Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance. Other than that, since I got out of college and got a job, now I just want to get back to basics of gaming... action, action, action. Stealth games are in the same boat as rpgs for me now, though Hitman 2 is one of the slickest games ever.... first time writer - Dalphi Distractions in the gaming world are a common occurrence. I hear people complaining about the lack of new titles daily, but yet I seem to be the only one still trying to stumble through the releases that continually pile up on my shelf while newer, shinier titles try to distract me. Ninja Gaiden - Chris? Why aren't you playing me? So yes, I'm crazy. In other news, there's nothing wrong with enjoying Baldur's Gate over Final Fantasy. Hell, I'm done with Final Fantasy these days. I think it's the character design that's turning me off. Final Fantasy VII was cool because Cloud had a big ass sword and Barrett was a big angry black man in the same vein as Mr. T. FFX was fun, but Tidus was a complete dork with daddy issues and Wakka made me want to stab all islanders I came across in the face. Then again, I'm the same guy who berates people who dislike Link's new style in Wind Waker, so maybe I'm just a complete hypocrite. But c'mon, look at Cloud and then Tidus. Convince me that tight fitting lederhosen is somehow cooler than a big ass sword. I dare you. Closing Comments- Well, I'll leave you with a topic for next time. I've already mentioned my displeasure for FFX's Tidus and Wakka, and I could probably name countless other characters that have ruined game experiences for me. But then again, maybe I'm wrong. What do you think? Do characters make the game or should they be overlooked as just another part of the experience? How much does Character design really matter? Let me know. Well, I'm going to go play F-Zero GX even though I manage to fly
off-course and slam into the same tree every single time I race
through Green Plant. Sigh… March 23th - Scrambled I sit in my room in the dark, searching through my Kaaza folder for something to listen to. I always spell that word wrong, either Kazaa, or Kaaza, or even Kazza if I'm too lazy to remember what I'm doing. I accidentally hit play on "Heart wa wo wo," from Love Hina, an anime I once loved but now realize how badly translated and repetitive it is. My ears are hit with the first few seconds of the incomprehensible J-Pop and I quickly scroll down the list of artists to R, for Radiohead. I didn't realize I liked Radiohead until recently. I didn't even really realize who they were. I mean, I heard Creep and Karma Police and whatever, but I didn't know they were serious. It's good to see musicians who can remain a serious act even when faced with the glitz and sparkles of the MTV culture that adores them. Maybe they're just faking it. I don't know why I'm writing this, maybe because it feels good to just try and put something down on paper, minus the whole "on paper" part. I get 1:30 seconds into the 2:24 second song, which is really only 2:07 seconds followed by silence, before I start it over again. Chris is thinking about current events in his life. Chris refers to himself in the 3rd person whenever he has to think, just because I get to stand back away from myself and actually look at what's happening to me. I know I switched tenses in the middle of that last sentence, but who cares. I never liked English anyways. Who decides that I have to use a comma, or that my essay needs to be five paragraphs, with a thesis in the first paragraph and solid topic sentences leading each paragraph after that. English is supposed to be a creative thing, but when you sit back and look at the structuring of it all you kind of wonder. It's March. I don't know the date, 23rd I think. Sometimes, when it's about 4 am and I'm not sleeping, I wonder if time even exists. I mean, if it was yesterday when I went to school and had a test and whatever then why am I still living in the same day? Yesterday doesn't exist at 4am, it's still the same day just ending at a different time. It's 11:50 and I know MASH is probably on at 11:00 though it may have already started or it may not start until later. I turn to the fifties only to remember this television gets all static-y around those channels so I go to Comedy Central and hope something funny is on. The Radiohead song has ended so I start playing "Spanish Flea," only to realize how drastically inappropriate it is for the current mood, so I put on "Drunks with Guns," by Pavement. I don't know who the hell Pavement is but Josh told me they were good and Josh is a music whore so I trust him. I get sick of it and put on the Home Alone theme. When I was a kid I had a copy of Home Alone I taped off ABC or something and I would watch it daily. It was on TV the other day and I realize now that even though I had seen it 5,000 times, I never really understood it. The old man at the end who gets reunited with his family is the most interesting character of them all, and I never figured that out until now. I also never realized that Michael C. Maronna plays one of Macaulay Culken's relatives. Michael C. Maronna played Older Pete on "The Adventures of Pete and Pete," which is still the greatest television show ever, right behind MASH. Danny Tamberelli, who played Younger Pete, goes to one of the local colleges. A lot of people have told me they've seen him in various locations ranging from Atkins' Farms to The Black Sheep. I imaging going up to him and telling him how much his dumb irrelevant television show changed my life would be creepy, so I'd probably just say hi, maybe get an autograph. It's funny how much a little scribble of ink matters to us. A baseball is worth about $5. A baseball that was touched by Babe Ruth and graced by his pen is probably worth at least $10,000. I wonder if my autograph will ever be worth anything. Hell, I don't even have a signature, I just scribble out my name in whatever script seems relevant at the moment. I hold my pencils weird, I know, but I also know that I'm the only person who holds my pencil in the awkward way I do. That makes me smile. Anyway, getting down to something relevant, a new set of classes started recently. I still have Mr. Moran, and I still hate him. I mean, I don't hate him, I hate how I can't bring myself to like him. Mr. Moran isn't a terrible person, me and him just aren't compatible. But we smile and do the best we can. The same thing happened with Mr. Ishino. He takes everything seriously whereas I am able to find the glaring ironies and ridiculousness of any situation. Gym is fine. Gym is always fine. I cannot serve in Badminton, but then again, I doubt it's a skill I'll ever really need. Today's gym class began with what was introduced as an "important announcement" over the loudspeakers, but turned out to be an anti-drug lecture. I fail to see how after struggling past the 19,000 anti-drug programs/ads/culture I've been exposed to, that somehow a green leaflet read by a student teacher who doesn't even want to be there was supposed to be the one message that stood above all the others and screamed "LISTEN TO ME! DRUGS ARE BAD!" I don't know if anti-drug campaigns work on addition, whereas if enough of them pile up they'll eventually do something, or just division, whereas "We can get some of them, but we'll never get em' all." I don't know if that's a good...what's the word, simile. It sounded good. I still have Ms. Mafi, who I still hate because everything we do seems asinine. I don't need to brainstorm what was probably true about WWI based on a political cartoon. I know Germany was involved, I don't need to write down that Germany was "Probably involved." My English teacher is supposed to be Mr. Becktold, but it's some fat girl trying to finish getting her student teacher credit. I always get stuck with student teachers, which I guess is ok since I got Mr. Corbett, the best teacher ever. I don't like this fat girl because instead of reading the books every other class was reading, books I was actually interested in reading like "Lord of the Flies," we get to read some novel about like gay teenagers growing up at a boarding school in pre-WWII Europe. I don't know if that's actually the plot since I wasn't really paying attention to the in-class reading as much as I was playing "Sword of Mana," on my gameboy and becoming frustrated at constantly having to hide it behind a book because the teacher paces around the class so goddamn fast. A bunch of "homeys" are in my class, and though I would normally be adamant at their disruptive unruly behavior, here I actually smile at their antics. They seem to like me fairly well, though I wish they'd stop picking on Joey. Granted, Joey isn't exactly the coolest kid in school, and he might talk weird or say odd things, but whatever. Joeys not a bad person, Joey doesn't hurt people, he just wants to be accepted. I'd stand up for him like all those after school specials about kids with social problems tell me to do, but I really don't feel like trying to fight for someone when I'll just end up with the homeys picking on me as well as Joey. Sorry Joey, you're going to have to fight your own battle. I did it alright. I went from maladjusted Pokemon-playing nerd to slightly popular video game enthusiast nerd. Strangely, I attribute all my social skills to spending time on Pokemon message boards. I'm dead serious that without the internet and Pokemon, I'd still be a nerd with no friends, watching anime alone and crying about how I want to kill myself. I'd probably be a goth. I remember when goths were scary things, seeing Samantha wearing black and holding moon stones and whispering to friends at lunch "I think Sabrina's a goth." And we'd all gasp and eat our peanut butter sandwiches and maybe trade some Pokemon. I remember in the minutes before class trading Peter Johnson Hitmonlee so he'd have all 150 Pokemon in his pokedex. We all thought he'd get Mew but he ended up with that fucking digital certificate because Nintendo hates us. Japan got Mew but then again I'm not allowed to talk about Pokemon because it still gets you labeled as a freak. I don't understand why, I thought we were above labeling like this but I guess I'm wrong. I stopped playing Pokemon when I realized how gimmicky it was, and how despite all the incredible power of the Gameboy Advance, the new Pokemon game was still going to feature 8-bit sprites and the inability to walk diagonally. I realized Nintendo had taken enough of my money, so I invested it all in old SNES and PS1 games and I'm here now. Joey has Pokemon Ruby. I don't think he minds being unable to walk diagonally. Then again, Joey had the nerve to tell me Megaman Battle Network "sucked." Bastard. I still never got my copy of MMBN 3: White back. I got the blue version for like 5 dollars but I can't bring myself to beat the entire game over again, despite having the strategy guide. Oh shit, I'm talking about video games again. Lastly, I have Mr. Becktold for Acting class. Acting is bizarre,
revolving more around random displays of public embarrassment than
actual lessons. I really don't know what to think. My brain keeps
screaming "This is Asinine, quit the class and take art or
something," but my heart thinks that maybe this actually means
something. Eddy is in the class. The first day we all had to get
up on stage and talk about something and even though I begged him
not to he did his cat sex routine, which is basically him wondering
aloud about how to have sex with his cat. Eddy's dropping the class
and I wonder if I'm considering dropping it just to please him.
Eddy says he just hates all the "fucking drama fags."
He sent me an e-mail about it. I don't know if Eddy's right or wrong. Maybe these girls with their stylish turtlenecks and boxed emo glasses and Russian accents are trying too hard to fit our views of the typical non-conservative. But then again, I'm viewing this world through the same boxed emo glasses that Eddy despises. I don't really see myself as trying to fit a role though. I wear my clothes because they fit, and my glasses because if I'm going to look like a dork I might as well flaunt it. Eddy says that the acting class brings out the prep in me. Hell, a lot of people have criticized me for changing. Andrew says I used to not care what people think, but now I try too hard to fit in. Then again, this is the same Andrew who everyone hates because the only thing he talks about is "how totally wasted I got this one time," but that's not important. Now that I finally feel like I'm fitting in, I also wonder if I'm losing my individuality. Mr. Becktold told us that people hide behind humor, because when you're joking around you don't have to be serious, you don't have to expose your emotions or anything. Maybe I'm just lying to everyone by cracking my dumb fucking jokes and pretending not to care. I care, Lastly, I'm applying for the position of letter answerer guy at Gameforms. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. No pay, high-stress job here I come! And now, random image time.
March 14th - Nightwolves Suck It's 1:30 AM and I'm wondering why I'm writing this. Maybe because I have to update sometime and there's no better time than the present. My schedual has been hectic lately. I'm nearing the end of the 2nd trimester of my Sophmore year. My school operates around trimesters rather than quarters... because they're crazy. Anyways, I'm finishing up all my work, and of course all my teachers are assigning last minute asinine projects; like making colorful brochures about Chinese imperialism. I also have to finish my game for programming class, which is right now one ship moving downwards, one moving diagnoly and then everything crashing. Eddy gave me a copy of his new show, and for once, he's actually done something right. I love it, I honestly do. Some bits are the usual "What the hell did they make this for?" type of fare, but the rest of it is really great. Andy's new animation is just batshit amazing, and the skit with me and Eddy talking in the car about Tampons and Nazis is high-larious. If this is the last show, it's a good note to go out on. But I'm sure Eddy will make one more random show to cement himself as the eternal hack. He told me if I reviewed his new show I wouldn't have to whore it out anymore, so consider this the last whoring out of Eddy. Wait, that just sounds wrong. Me and John's gang war is getting out of control. See, I run the East Street Ridaz, a bunch of true thugs for life, while he runs the Nightwolves, a bunch of yellow-bellied sucka pusses. I can't walk down the hallway now without some punk hitting me with the Nightwolf cross (make an x with your arms, there ya go!). At Lunch words were exchanged, until my associate Billy delivered my message to the Nightwolves in the form of a sweet and sour sauce dipping cup. Written on the bottom was "You're Dead Carey." John started crying about how he felt threatened so I sucker punched him in the gut. So anyways, if you're a true thug, join the East Street Ridaz. If you enjoy having John take naked pictures of you for his "gang files" then join the Nightwolves. Not a lot else has been happening. Still hitting the flea market every sunday and wasting money like a horny american tourist in Bangkok (That took at least 3 minutes to come up with so enjoy it). Jared, the same guy who sold me his childhood in the form of 150+ Nintendo cartredges, might be able to procure a used copy of Steel Batalion from his cousin. Of course, you know this excites me, because it melds my two passions. Wasting rediculous amounts of money on obscure overpriced video games, and driving giant robots around. Also, Michael Burke wants me to write news articles for his new site he's starting up, and though I was skeptical, he even offered to pay me. That fucking playboy. Michael Burke pisses me off, making money with his god damn web design/flash bullshit. If he thinks he can buy me with his money then... he's absolutely right. Because I, ladies and gentlemen, am a money whore. I was sitting in programming when Michael R. starts humming some random tune I vaguely remember. It strikes the back of my mind and I'm stuck wondering where it's from for about a minute. I finally ask him where it's from and he tells me "Yoshi's Story." Suddenly I remember, it's the 7th grade, I'm at Gabe's house, in his bedroom, watching him play Yoshi's Story. Then Gabe gets a little older, does a lot of pot, gets seriously fucked up and his parents move with him out to Colorado. I don't even think I'll even see him again. Yoshi's Story was a terrible game. Catchy theme though. March 4th - All Aboard The S.S. Minks Mr. Minks is still doing his best to piss the ever-loving hell out of me. If there's one thing I hate, it's poetry. Rarely is poetry good, whereas most of the time it's a bunch of stupid sentence fragments strung together. On the anniversary of September 11th, some girl at our school read some poem about the circle of life over the P.A. It droned on for like 5 minutes. Best part is that I'm sure we'll continue this tradition for the next several decades. I wonder if the kids in the era of Pearl Harbor had to deal with terrible poems being read every anniversary of the attack. Oh wait, they were too busy kicking German ass. Anyways, every class period has been reduced to analyzing poetry for an hour, which is mind numbingly retarded. You can't analyze poetry, I don't care why the author referred to a trees as "sorrowful," nor can I infer which color house the blind woman lived in by how she describes her childhood. God I hate Mr. Minks. I got this old Super Nintendo game called U.N. Squardron, which
is based off this bad-ass manga series Area 88, all about fighter
pilots shooting down rebels and crap. One of the level objectives
is to destroy the nuclear submarine "Minks." I take great
pride in reducing Minks to scrap metal. Then I laugh. And laugh
some more. Anyways, about the only manga I'm still interested in is "Cannon God Exxaxion." It's this totally bad-ass sci-fi manga by Kenichi Sonoda, author of my other favorite title "Gunsmith Cats." Sonoda knows what I want. He packs the books with a lot of action, and then maybe every other issue, he throws in some random lesbian sex, just because he can. Anyways, CGE is all about this alien race called the Riofaldians, who discovered earth five years ago and then seemingly integrated into our culture, sharing their technology and even beginning to send people from their own planet to settle on Earth. But; it was really their government's plan to take over colonize Earth. They manage to take over Earth in day, since all the technology they gave us, including weapons systems, are all able to be controlled by them. Unlike other dumbass sci-fi stories; however, the aliens handle the ensueing colonization and systematic annihilation of the humans, not by using giant laser weapons and space fighters to kill everyone (though they do have their share of giant robots) but through their use of fear and propaganda. If there's an uprising, they annihilate the rebels and broadcast the carnage on television. When the main character saves a bunch of people, they doctor a video of him kill a pregnant lady to turn the population against him (which backfires enormously when they strike back with images of the Riofaldians doctoring the video). Imagine the holocaust, except the Jews are the humans, and the Germans are the Aliens. And the only thing that can stop the aliens is a Japanese high school kid Koichi with his giant robot Exxaxion. Oh, and his crazy grandfather with his crew of strategy robots/sex-droids. It's some brilliant shit. Plus, unlike fucking TokyoPop, which pumps out 20 new manga titles a month with terrible translations and numberous errors; like freaking Love Hina, which somehow won best manga translation despite having so many mistakes that could've been fixed just by reading through the goddamn book before they sent it out; they wait like 3 months before bringing out a new volume, so you know they're actually working on translating the thing correctly. I have the 5th volume in Japanese, and there is some awkward underage sex going on between Koichi and the girl Akane. I know they'll probobly have to cut the part out for the American release, which is a shame, because it's really some deep shit. Lastly, Eddy is having a showing of his new show at ACTV. Of course, the asshat scheduals it for the one day I can't come, but whatever. So, if you want to see me on a screen being funny, alongside some other hilarious short skits, go to ACTV tomorrow (thursday) at 8:00 and laugh til' you bleed. Oh and has anyone else seen that foot medicine commercial? The whole premise of the commercial is obviously geared toward foot fetishists. "My wife would never let me touch her dry, cracked feet. But now that she takes Enfalin, I get to touch her feet all I want!" It's some sick and depraved shit that makes it onto American television, I love it. |
