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Two good games you probably didn't play [Jun. 6th, 2009|11:49 pm]
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Holy Umbrella (Platform, SFC)

Imagine that you're playing some platform game, like Super Mario Bros. You are jumping around and whatnot. Now imagine that there is a jump that Mario can't make. But if you press the R button, you can switch to Luigi, who can easily make it. Just don't forget to switch to Toad when you land, because he is much shorter, and there will be a Bullet Bill waiting for you.

That is basically what Holy Umbrella is like. Except that there are also holy umbrellas. You wield them.

Sweet Home (RPG, FC)

If you would like a silly reason to play this, then here it is: Sweet Home is supposedly the game that inspired Resident Evil. It is an RPG, and an RPG of its era to be sure, but even today there are many ways in which it is a unique experience. It takes place within an abandoned mansion. Five colleagues enter in search of lost pieces of art created by the mansion's former owner, only to find themselves trapped and stalked by a horrible secret. They have limited space in their inventories, and a number of puzzles stand in the way. You can save your progress wherever you'd like, and you should be grateful for that; if someone dies, they're not coming back.

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(no subject) [Jan. 6th, 2009|06:30 am]
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In a new interview on Gamasutra today, Treasure's CEO Masato Maegawa revealed that Microsoft has asked the famous Japanese developer if it would remake Radiant Silvergun for Xbox Live Arcade.

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:~-( [Dec. 27th, 2008|06:18 am]
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In November 2006 I posted a list of what I figured were good reasons to buy an Xbox 360. I offered eleven tiny synopses of eleven games, most of which had not yet been released, mostly because I felt that the system wasn't getting any attention from certain kinds of people that it should have been. Now, a little over two years later, I am confident that the system was and would be a good buy for pretty much anyone. And I think maybe it's time to revisit that list.

Because as it turns out, I only ended up playing two of the games on it. Part of that has to do with the fact that I have been out of the country (i.e. far away from games) for a year, but even before I left I hadn't touched most of my systems for a while. My Xbox 360 is sitting patiently in its box (the only console box I still have, thanks old man idiot) where I left it once upon a time, waiting for me to come home.

Meanwhile, there is a wide selection of games in my library that I've never even played. Just hanging out. I mean, I wanted to make sure I got them while they were still gettable, and I figured I would play them all someday. But I still don't know when that is.

The only game on the list that I wrote a follow-up post for was Phantasy Star Universe. I never bothered to take it online, but I enjoyed the single player portion of it and I am glad that I gave it a shot. As for the other titles on the list that appealed to me, well, I still find them various shades of appealing. Which is why I was disappointed to discover that the Mistwalker title Cry On was cancelled on December 25th. See you at the crossroads.

So, where do we go from here? Well, uh, I got this one hilarious thing from the grocery store called SWEETS + GAME. It was a little handheld game thing that had a compartment for candy. And get this, there are like 6000 games because there is a game for every letter of the alphabet and some of them have dozens of different modes. So you can play, like, upside-down Tetris, or Tetris where the field moves back and forth, or Tetris with acidic blocks. And when you turn the thing on, it plays Little Brown Jug.
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(no subject) [Nov. 5th, 2008|08:42 pm]
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If anyone is wondering why there wasn't a Hallowe'en post this year, it's because I was too busy having the time of my life. But rest assured, November ruined it.
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(no subject) [Aug. 18th, 2008|10:00 pm]
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Imagine Lars Ulrich wearing a Metallica shirt. Now imagine Lars Ulrich walking down the street in a Metallica shirt. Isn't that basically the same thing as walking around another country in a shirt with the flag of your country on it?

Now imagine Lars Ulrich wearing a Metallica shirt in a room and the only other people in the room are the other members of Metallica. Isn't that basically the same thing as walking around your country in a shirt with the flag of your country on it?
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(no subject) [May. 26th, 2008|08:06 pm]
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Ano means yes
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(no subject) [Feb. 10th, 2008|08:29 pm]
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There are Canada Geese in the Thames
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(no subject) [Oct. 31st, 2007|06:41 pm]
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THE "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal--the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.

But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious.When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in.This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned.With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the "Red Death."

It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad,that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence.

It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven --an imperial suite. In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different; as might have been expected from the duke's love of the bizarre. The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened.That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue --and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange --the fifth with white --the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet --a deep blood color. Now in no one of the seven apartments was there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire that protected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or black chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes, was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.

It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused reverie or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.

But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colors and effects. He disregarded the decora of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure that he was not.

He had directed, in great part, the moveable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fete; and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders. Be sure they were grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and phantasm --much of what has been since seen in "Hernani." There were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these --the dreams --writhed in and about,taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps. And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away --they have endured but an instant --and a light,half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows through which stream the rays from the tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments.

But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus, too, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise --then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust.

In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be supposed that no ordinary appearance could have excited such sensation. In truth the masquerade license of the night was nearly unlimited; but the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the prince's indefinite decorum. There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood --and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.

When the eyes of Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage.

"Who dares?" he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood near him --"who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize him and unmask him --that we may know whom we have to hang at sunrise, from the battlements!"

It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly --for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at the waving of his hand.

It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale courtiers by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this group in the direction of the intruder, who at the moment was also near at hand, and now, with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the speaker. But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assumptions of the mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put forth hand to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince's person; and, while the vast assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the centres of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with the same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the first, through the blue chamber to the purple --through the purple to the green --through the green to the orange --through this again to the white --and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement had been made to arrest him. It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddening with rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the six chambers, while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had seized upon all. He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating figure, when the latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry --and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at finding the grave-cerements and corpse-like mask which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.

nd now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
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07.07.07 post [Jul. 8th, 2007|02:25 pm]
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Saw (for more than 30 seconds, and could identify by name later)

Black Eyed Peas
Bloc Party
Corinne Bailey Rae
Spinal Tap
Foo Fighters

The Smashing Pumpkins
Roger Waters
The Police

Jack Johnson
Crowded House

Baaba Maal
The Parlotones

Michael Nyman
Yellow Magic Orchestra

Ai Otsuka
Abingdon Boys School
Linkin Park (except only watched them stand around for 20 minutes looking bored lol)
Kumi Koda

Chris Cornell
Yusuf Islam

Evonne Hsu
Anthony Wong
Huang Xiao Ming
12 Girls Band
Joey Yung
Winnie Hsin
Sarah Brightman
Eason Chan


Just fucking missed

Genki Rockets

The world chose

Great Wall - Perseverance, Persistence
Petra - Engineering, Protection
Christ the Redeemer - Welcoming, Openness
Machu Picchu - Community, Dedication
Chichen Itza - Worship, Knowledge
Colosseum - Joy, Suffering
Taj Mahal - Love, Passion

Of those, I chose

Great Wall
Machu Picchu
Taj Mahal

Should have won something

Easter Island Statues
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(no subject) [Jun. 25th, 2007|08:16 pm]
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