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Watching House, Rick Mercer's Monday Report, Gilmore Girls, Scrubs, Corner Gas, Aishiteruze Baby, Prince of Tennis, Hikaru no Go

Playing The Bard's Tale, Katamari Damacy, Curse of Monkey Island, Final Fantasy VI, Disgaea: Hour of Darkness, Pretty Barbie Dressup Party Final Fantasy X-2(group gaming)

Back-burner Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, Star Ocean: The Second Story, Final Fantasy Tactics: Advance, Baldur's Gate: Tales of the Sword Coast, Planescape: Torment, Final Fantasy VII

Obsessing Firefly, Erik and Ray, Impulse/Bart Allen, Ford Prefect, Monkey Island, Nostalgia.

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Is by Meimi, that wonderful Goddess who brings joy and happiness to the hearts of Ingrids.
This time, Meimi brought joy by doing a layout of Isumi Shinichirou and Waya Yoshitaka, of Hikaru no Go. It is full of wub.


Dual bursts of nostalgia from the same era
10/2/2004 01:42:53 AM
"My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre, and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes." - Ford Prefect, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Tertiary Phase, Douglas Adams.

My leg's gone from oozing pus to just kind of bleeding, which I think is an improvement. There's been a gradual reduction of blood over the last couple days, so I'm going to assume this means it's healing and not festering or something gross like that.

Everything's been very nostalgic lately. There's the new Hitchhiker series, of course. I listened to the second episode tonight while making cookies (cookies!!!!!!), and I'm really enjoying it. It's really reminding me of everything I loved about the series in the first place, and I'm staring to feel more kindly toward Life, the Universe, and Everything, which I think I may have given the short end of the stick because I read it when I was only twelve or thirteen, so I think I missed a lot, and there wasn't quite as much of the humour in it that I could understand, like in the first two books. Possibly I just wasn't old and jaded enough to appreciate the more cynical tone of the humour, as seen above in Ford's comment, since in the first two books Ford (my favourite character in the books and one of my all-time favourite characters ever) was usually a pretty cheerful, perpetually relaxed and drunk character, and after being stranded in the past at the end of The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, he seemed to take on a much harsher tone. Which I know I didn't appreciate as a young, innocent reader, but as an older, very cynical reader, I find myself appreciating it a lot more.

None of this, however, can possibly make Mostly Harmless anything other than a huge, unfortunate mistake.

The other bit of nostalgia comes from randomly deciding I needed to replay Secret of Monkey Island. And then realizing I never actually got very far into Monkey Island 2: LeChuck's Revenge. So I had to play that again, and complete it. And now that I've done that, well, obviously the next step is to play Curse of Monkey Island (in Mega-Monkey mode) and see what bits of the story I missed by having no bloody clue about the second game's ending (which is really so out of the blue bizzare I have no words for it).

It also makes me realize that I never had in my possession a copy of Escape from Monkey Island, which most people seemed kind of down on, but I'd really like to know, via my own experience, how much of that is because of the game itself and how much is because of the new game engine, which wasn't the SCUMM system, but was the same one they used in Grim Fandango (called GRIM, I think?). So, despite a lot of unfavourable reactions, I'm really wondering if I can find a copy of it, maybe the PS2 port, and play it. Because I'd rather come to my own opinion than trust someone else's. Rather disappointing that I completely missed it coming out, too. I would have been sixteen at the time.

And, of course, all of this ends up reminding me that LUCASARTS CANCELLED THE NEW SAM AND MAX GAME AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THEM.

It still hurts, even after all this time.

And not even the acquisition of two new related sort of blogs (well, one's a genuine blog and the other is more a news site meets blog) to stalk is going to heal that painful, painful wound.

Bearing the mixed results of nostalgia,
Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off

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How about a flaming board to your crotch, Toby?
9/28/2004 01:03:00 AM
"Yes, I think that, if I were female, I would buy MxO and then play fucking dressup tea party." - Matt

And here I was, all set to go to bed after updating the blog for the first time in over a week, when Matt mentions an interview with Matrix Online designer Toby Ragiani. Now, I had no intentions to play Matrix Online before now, because MMORPGs are money sucking time whores, but because I'm a good friend, I've been listening to Matt verbally masturbate in anticipation over it's release for some time now. However, in this interview, Mr. Ragiani was asked if he considered female players a demographic in his design of the game, and if he did, what considerations were made for said demographic. He confirmed the existence of potential female gamers, and promptly mentioned the costume customization and social interaction.

Mr. Ragiani is getting FORTY-TWO RED HOT POKERS SHOVED INTO HIS SKULL. In my dreams. But still.

Now, normally I don't feel particularly consciuos of being a female gamer, because I don't hang out with larger groups of gamers, and most of the gamers I know online are female, but I've always been vaguely aware that socially inept gamers of the male persuasion find female gamers a rare and confusing thing.

I did not, however, expect to find a game designer casually spewing out vaguely derogatory comments about female gamers. Maybe I'm just tired and reacting more irritably than usual, but seriously, what the shit kind of comment is that?

If I'd ever had even the slightest designs to try out the Matrix Online (which I never did, see: MMORPG - waste of time and money), this would turn me off it on principle.

Mr. Ragiani gets multiple crotch kicks from steel-toed boots. Seriously. Asshat.

Filled with ass-kicking gamer rage,
Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off

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A slew of mostly uninteresting stuff, some of being highly disgusting
9/27/2004 11:04:11 PM
"It was like some fucked up Escher painting, 'The Perfect Eternal Jackass.' It's like a jackass drawing another jackass in front of a mirror, forever." - Charles, Penny Arcade.




Things have been busy.

Last week I joined the English Undergrads Student Union because . . . membership was cheap and the kickoff promised free food. So, even though the kickoff was in a bar, a deadly bar, I went, by myself, to this dangerous hive of human socialization (after watching Julie Tamor's pointlessly sensationalized film "Titus", but that's a rant for a different blog).

And I did not hate it.

Really, I didn't hate and didn't spend most of the time writhing in agony. Admittedly, I spent most of the time sitting in the same chair, talking to the same guy (a nice fellow doing a double major in honours engilsh and mathematical physics) about books, Beowulf, our drunken friends, high school, poetry (and our mutual confusion with regarsd to it), and sock puppets being used to recite slam poetry, but I -enjoyed- it. It was vaguely reminiscent of the Adventure of Lance Dubois. And also vaguely reasurring to know that I can, in some circumstances, function socially.

So that left me drained on Thursday.

Friday found Geoff stalking me, then meeting up with Matt, some art that looked like rocks and canoes and stuff, Matt horribly injuring himself in the arcade, followed by traumatizing, horrific clown porn, Matt leaving, more people, Shaun of the Dead . . .

More Zombies! on Saturday . . .
Oh, and Sunday I spilt boiling hot tea on my thigh and burned it rather severely. There's a patch there that's been oozing gently ever since. Thankfully, today I went to the grocery store and bought expensive burn ointment, gauze pads, and medical tape. Now I won't have to use the crappy makeshift dressing out of an old cloth diaper. Which is good, because the wound ooze kept seeping through the cloth today at school, and it was . . . gross.

And that's what's been up. In between the boring, boring reading. And listening to the new Hitchhiker series on the BBC, which I'm enjoying immensely even though the later Hitchhiker books were far from my favourites. Somehow, hearing them on the radio makes the best bits come to life again. And more Ford Prefect is always a good thing, my friends.

That being that,
Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off

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