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Not too terribly much to report. A few projects in the works, as usual. Trying to rest up this weekend so I can finally get back to some crochet work on Monday... unless of course I get a commission. Never exist under the impression that I mind interruption by commission.
I grow a bit tired of dealing with the overdramatic exploits of the emotional vultures around here, though. Waiting for someone to grow balls enough to come talk to me if they actually have a problem rather than indirect attacks that I feel no need to defend myself from... huh, is this familiar to anyone? Do you guys think mail addressed to "Convenient Scapegoat" would get here alright? I mean, I'd put it on a t-shirt but it seems to be a point not to look at me long enough to read my t-shirt. A sash, maybe... in glitter text... Glowing accents are just too much, though. Or a sign for the downstairs door? It's just a case of sort of mildly frustrated amusement. You just can't trust adults not to act like ridiculously spoiled children.
But whatever. Tonight there is pizza, and pizza solves all things. Particularly since my mind has constructed a deliciously Tarantino-esque sequence having to do with using a pizza box as a weapon. (Dante, be quiet.) For the millionth time, good thing I don't have a video camera.
So I finally lived through a Let's Play of Xenogears (since I cannot RPG), which I can adequately describe as: *grabs head and screams for a long time* But I really liked it. Though it's astonishingly fucked up after having delved so deeply in the Xenosaga trilogy first. I mean... ow. But a sincerely good kind of searing mental agony. And this translation of the Xenogears Perfect Works helped quite a lot. After the fact, granted, but hey. S-E, supporting incredibly moving mind-fuckery since... forever.
And speaking of darling S-E, the fact that they're backing the OUYA console is quite something. I really do wish I could afford to toss some money that way, but maybe around the winter holidays. We will seewhat toys I have to pay for first.
Cory Bloyd's explanation of programming for consoles. It amuses me.
Thinking that photorealism will make for better video games is bullshit. RPS is kind enough to point out exactly why. I know FF7/Aerith's death is always the example... but there's a reason for it. Don't get me wrong, I love my sexy bitches and over-the-top action rendered in glorious detail, but... as a game standard, it's not necessary. Astounding, I know. There is fan art, you see. This takes care of... everything.
And you all do remember the glory of QWOP, don't you? Well now there's CLOP. Oh. Oh, yes. This is... yes. I have no problem with games that keep kicking my ass when I'm laughing this hard about it. (Still looking at you there, Godhand. I'll never beat the game but I'll enjoy every spectacular failure.)
I grow a bit tired of dealing with the overdramatic exploits of the emotional vultures around here, though. Waiting for someone to grow balls enough to come talk to me if they actually have a problem rather than indirect attacks that I feel no need to defend myself from... huh, is this familiar to anyone? Do you guys think mail addressed to "Convenient Scapegoat" would get here alright? I mean, I'd put it on a t-shirt but it seems to be a point not to look at me long enough to read my t-shirt. A sash, maybe... in glitter text... Glowing accents are just too much, though. Or a sign for the downstairs door? It's just a case of sort of mildly frustrated amusement. You just can't trust adults not to act like ridiculously spoiled children.
But whatever. Tonight there is pizza, and pizza solves all things. Particularly since my mind has constructed a deliciously Tarantino-esque sequence having to do with using a pizza box as a weapon. (Dante, be quiet.) For the millionth time, good thing I don't have a video camera.
So I finally lived through a Let's Play of Xenogears (since I cannot RPG), which I can adequately describe as: *grabs head and screams for a long time* But I really liked it. Though it's astonishingly fucked up after having delved so deeply in the Xenosaga trilogy first. I mean... ow. But a sincerely good kind of searing mental agony. And this translation of the Xenogears Perfect Works helped quite a lot. After the fact, granted, but hey. S-E, supporting incredibly moving mind-fuckery since... forever.
And speaking of darling S-E, the fact that they're backing the OUYA console is quite something. I really do wish I could afford to toss some money that way, but maybe around the winter holidays. We will see
Cory Bloyd's explanation of programming for consoles. It amuses me.
Thinking that photorealism will make for better video games is bullshit. RPS is kind enough to point out exactly why. I know FF7/Aerith's death is always the example... but there's a reason for it. Don't get me wrong, I love my sexy bitches and over-the-top action rendered in glorious detail, but... as a game standard, it's not necessary. Astounding, I know. There is fan art, you see. This takes care of... everything.
And you all do remember the glory of QWOP, don't you? Well now there's CLOP. Oh. Oh, yes. This is... yes. I have no problem with games that keep kicking my ass when I'm laughing this hard about it. (Still looking at you there, Godhand. I'll never beat the game but I'll enjoy every spectacular failure.)