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The first copy of DarkHorse Vendetta sold! ... To my parents. *grin* They bought one of my first bits of sparkly, though, and that seems to be working out okay, yeah? It was demanded of me that I sign it for them. I guess I won't charge extra.
And then even my mother is pretty much going, "So TGS is probably going to kill you, right?"
It is officially that wonderful time of year where the whole of my chest and abdomen start to hurt and it's intermittently harder to breathe than it really should be. Fuck you, world, you'll have to work a lot harder to shake me off. Part of the abdominal tension is undoubtedly trying not to beat the goddamn landscaper to death with a trowel for taking three fucking days to do a "half-day job" and install the mother fucking dry well so the leak point can be tested, the wall can be patched up and I can get some fucking carpet downstairs and start cleaning the bastard so I can finally move in. Not that I'm irritated or anything. *sparkle*
I really should be working on getting Broken Soldier finished, put together... and getting a more proper name for it. Rakashi did not follow the plan I laid out for her. Go figure, a female character of mine defies me. At least Shadow had the courtesy of not allowing me to have any expectations. Then maybe I can finally get the cross-over clusterfuck of His Special Ones and Cultivating the Holy finished. .........Or I'll just work on chocobos for a while longer. Yeah, that sounds good.
Here's a tale of a "haunted" Majora's Mask cartridge, with videos that I just had to share. I'll try not to ruin everything, but I will say that even knowing the hows and whys, it's got that lovely little "urge to glance over your shoulder" quality that makes me love things like this. Probably because the game itself had that freaky atmosphere. (And yet I still didn't like it much. Ah well.)
Okay, right. Back to work. So I can slack off with Birth By Sleep later.
ZAAAAACK! In any form, he makes me happy.
...Rumble Racing will draw me in further. Yes, yes it will. You do not expect a Road Rash addict to get away from something like that so easily.
And then even my mother is pretty much going, "So TGS is probably going to kill you, right?"
It is officially that wonderful time of year where the whole of my chest and abdomen start to hurt and it's intermittently harder to breathe than it really should be. Fuck you, world, you'll have to work a lot harder to shake me off. Part of the abdominal tension is undoubtedly trying not to beat the goddamn landscaper to death with a trowel for taking three fucking days to do a "half-day job" and install the mother fucking dry well so the leak point can be tested, the wall can be patched up and I can get some fucking carpet downstairs and start cleaning the bastard so I can finally move in. Not that I'm irritated or anything. *sparkle*
I really should be working on getting Broken Soldier finished, put together... and getting a more proper name for it. Rakashi did not follow the plan I laid out for her. Go figure, a female character of mine defies me. At least Shadow had the courtesy of not allowing me to have any expectations. Then maybe I can finally get the cross-over clusterfuck of His Special Ones and Cultivating the Holy finished. .........Or I'll just work on chocobos for a while longer. Yeah, that sounds good.
Here's a tale of a "haunted" Majora's Mask cartridge, with videos that I just had to share. I'll try not to ruin everything, but I will say that even knowing the hows and whys, it's got that lovely little "urge to glance over your shoulder" quality that makes me love things like this. Probably because the game itself had that freaky atmosphere. (And yet I still didn't like it much. Ah well.)
Okay, right. Back to work. So I can slack off with Birth By Sleep later.
ZAAAAACK! In any form, he makes me happy.
...Rumble Racing will draw me in further. Yes, yes it will. You do not expect a Road Rash addict to get away from something like that so easily.