EB really pisses me off. I have no idea why somebody doesn't come along and open a decent video game store in Vancouver. British Columbia's grubby-handed gaming public would storm it for the novelty alone. There used to be places around that sold both new games and traded for old ones, right? Like VVVideo, the store that devolved into an apartment full of garbage bags with a guy selling stuff at the door. There was even a place in Kerrisdale, Microplay or whatsit, that ripped me off when I wanted to trade them a copy of Hexin that I'd just bought. But now all we have is the EB in Oakridge and the one in Metrotown, and like, fucking Zellers! These places are overpricing us for video games, friends! And they are depressing! And the staff can't remember as far back as when Mario still dressed up like animals to spite his foes!
Hee hee hee. Froggy.
Am I the only person that still spends a lot of money and time on this stuff? In this circle, very probably yes. Okay.
So I bought the stupid game (no manual or box, as neither could be found), and drove to UBC, where Marc went to his screenwriting course and I went to horrible Oceanography.
That's right; Oceanography is horrible. It's gone from cuddly pictures of early mammals and descriptions of threatening meteorites to graphs and pie charts. And NUMBERS. And more than one disgusting FORMULA. I've dealt with the shift in subject matter by drawing a lot of pictures of myself in the margins of my notebook, trying to draw my hair looking nice. That optional mid-term is going to be so pwned!
I'm all about pwning now. Sorry Sachi, the English language is mine to jazzify. I may not be a cointermbot, but I know how to take a word that other people have said and repeat it until it loses all meaning.
After class, I raced to Pilates to make up the time I'd missed when I slept in, and spent about ten minutes on the small barrel (it's a sort of half-barrel you drape yourself over in an odd, hooked position), breathing in and out really deeply like they tell you to, and trying to ease the anger out of my system. I've been very cranky for the last two days. It is my special woman's moon time, you see. My beautiful time of earth mother moon understanding special connection woman water feelings.
So then, let's see, I came home and walked the dog. Happy got something in her eye when she was running for her tennis ball at the park, and she yelped unnecessarily loudly and ran back to me with her eye screwed up tight. She must have blinked it out, whatever it was, right away, because she was fine in a minute, but I was touched by how she tried to hide in my arms when it happened. BIG! BABY!
Now more about video games. I've been playing Breath of Fire II, an RPG originally for the SNES, on my gameboy advance. Narns lent it to me, and it's really simple and comforting. I remember Marian drawing the characters from Breath of Fire III in highschool, and the official art from the series was always appealing to our fantasy-adventure-starved brains. Here's an image of the characters in the one I'm playing:
Yeah, it's fantasy. I'm a geek. But it's so much fun. Of course, the actual game looks nothing like this. It's all tiny sprites jerking around a world map and poor dialogue with no punctuation, but that' s kind of the point.
Marian, the next time we have a sketchbook night, I'm totally making you draw these critters, okay? You brought it upon yourself.
11 comments:
1. Er, what is pwning?
2. I didn't know dogs could get things in their eyes. C'est bizarre.
3. My favourite was the teddy suit. Or wait, I also liked the green protective sack. hophophop.
Pwn! It's a degeneration of own. I remember it fondly, from back in the Team Speak days.
but...but...what does it MEAN?
Well, ok. Hackers (originally), and now online computer gamers (more generally) use it as a way of saying, "dude, I just kicked your ass" : "dude, I pwned you". To pwn, to beat, to have conquered, etc.
At first you scoff, and feel superior. But then you start to think it. And then you start to say it.
By the way, I seriously heart the BoF2 characters like crazy, and can't wait to draw them.
And oh my GOD, do you know what my fondest wish is? Do you do you?
I wish that ECM would come to Vancouver and open up a videogame store. He would stand around being surly, and give customers either deeply scornful looks, or grudgingly approving looks, depending on their purchases. There would be a wall lined with Metal Slug arcade units. It would be a utopia. A utopia of hotness.
And other GF writers would come in occasionally and argue with him over the counter! And you could challenge them to rounds of Metal Slug! And get pwned and called weaksauce! And you'd be all "I beat Ruby Weapon or whatever", and they'd be all "You should try Chakan!"
I WOULD DIE OF BLISS!!!!!!!!!?!??!
I have a pilates question or two. Part the first, do you do mat pilates or the pilates where you get stretched and suspended from those machines they like to call "reformers"? Part the second, do you like it muchly? And part the third, is it ridiculously expensive, like more expensive than yoga (which is pretty expensive)? I'm a yoga do-er, but I'm curious about ballet exercises done on what looks like a medieval torture device. So I might want to try it.
I use the reformer. The amount of mat work I do in my program is pretty limited. The reformers (or "beds" as they're cunningly nicknamed) are actually really great. They're like mats that work with you.
And I do enjoy it. The hard part for me is getting there. Once I skip a session I forget how good it makes me feel and I have to talk myself into going back. But I find it really effective and, um, gentle. I'm not exactly a cardio fiend.
It’s pretty expensive. I'm not sure how much it varies from place to place, but where I go an hour and a half on the reformer is $30. Luckily, my mother worships at the Pilates alter and pays my way. She thinks that if I stop going twice a week I'll wither and curl up inside myself until I disappear, which is probably true. The only other exercise I get is when I walk my dog, and my dog doesn’t walk very fast.
What makes it really costly is that you need to do at least an hour and a half three times a week to keep improving. Otherwise you plateau, or so I’m told.
Oooooh, nice red.
I miss Happy. Er, and you as well!
Thanks. Narns showed me how to change colours in the template. It's a whole new world.
I miss you too. And the plump one!
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