March, 2005

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Nintendo Online

Apparently, the next Nintendo system (currently codenamed “Revolution”) will be online, and its flagship online game will be the next Animal Crossing. As in, you will be able to leave your village and travel to other peoples’ villages.

Shhh! Don’t tell Stacey!

Recovery

This post has nothing to do with girls, but I put it on that category just as an excuse to show the Rachael Leigh Cook icon for this category (if you’re reading on LJ or Xanga, follow the link at the bottom of this post to my site)…

I’ve finally started going back to work and class. My throat’s still raw, but my energy’s (mostly) back.

My birthday is Friday. I’ve got a laptop coming. Waving bye-bye to my Powerbook won’t be easy. Kids, unless you’re playing a bunch of computer games (or learning to develop them), get yourself a nice Apple computer. There ain’t no reason to be usin’ no Windows systems if you’re just web browsing and word processing.

Halo 2 is starting to get underneath my skin. It’s so easy to just hop on and within a minute, be in an online game. My dad wants an Xbox and Halo 2. He’s turning 51 in May and he’s wanting an Xbox. That’s my pops.

Now, to stare at my wonderful icon…..

Testing

Upgraded to WordPress 1.5. A few bugs linger in the transition – testing to make sure it still posts to Livejournal and Xanga…

EDIT: Posted successfully. Testing edit option (if this shows up, then it worked)

Leninade

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I took a trip to Beverages & More yesterday, and decided to get a few of their funky sodas. Among the group was this citrusy communist delight. The bottle’s label spouts phrases like “Drink Comrade, Drink! It’s this or the Gulag!”, and the cap is suitably labeled “CCCP”. As for the drink itself, it’s a lightly flavored soda. It’s got some citrus and berry flavor, and is apparently made from real sugar cane. It certainly features more pomp than kick, but its style points are well-earned.

It doesn’t hurt that the product’s website features the Leninade Girls. Although such a thing seems to smack of capitalist marketing. Not sure how such inconsistancies are justified. I suppose it’s a capitalist’s world, and communism has to use capitalism’s mechanisms against it in order to get anywhere these days. But such things aren’t meant for such close examination! Drink, comrade!

Knights and Princes

I’ve torn myself away from monitoring the NFL news wire for free agency news long enough to actually post…

I finished Knights of the Old Republic II a few days ago. About a day later, a storm of activity online formed as it was discovered that the PC version includes removed dialogue text & audio of a longer, more substantial ending. Presumably, the material may be on the Xbox version as well, but it’s much more difficult to dig through the game files than it is on a PC game. Naturally, people with nothing better to do with their time have labeled it some kind of travesty. My thoughts? People get far too hung up on “endings”. 30 hours of game and story development aren’t made or broken by a 5 minute final cutscene. And when something gets cut, it gets cut for a reason. The people who bitch and moan when stuff gets cut are the same ones who bitch and moan when things aren’t cut, making the game take longer to come out. Little Billy 14-year-old has no idea about software development.

After finishing Knights, I started in on Prince of Persia: Warrior Within. I began this game with the understanding that the direction of the game is very different from the beloved previous game, The Sands of Time (which easily makes my Top 10, and perhaps my Top 5 list, for best games of all time). Even still, there’s an initial shock to get over. While The Sands of Time was charming and ethereal, Warrior Within is grungy and a bit shameless. The magic is gone, and a heavy metal video is in its place. Not that I can’t tolerate that. I watch Headbanger’s Ball and sometimes Uranium. But when the old game was near perfect, it’s hard to accept a new approach that’s all about marketing to 15-year-old boys in stained Slipknot shirts. The evil broad wears a steel thong and the prince smolders with generic rage. It’s a good game regardless, but it’s not as good as it could have been.