This is for those of you who thought that there weren't enough 'romance' choices in KOTOR2 for the female version of the Exile....
... well, actually, it's more for those of you who think that having romance options in a video game, no matter how emersive, are pretty stupid and rather sad.... which should probably be most of the people who regularly read this thing, and actually speak to me.
(Tip for Atton Rand: Pick the line about pazaak twice, then smack him about the head.)
These are supposedly actual conversations that John Rogers has had with his friend Tyrone, and they're as funny as they are odd. Also, in a few cases, the follow-up conversations are just as funny. (My favorite is TGC #436: I Love Lucy -- Issue Zero!, where I Love Lucy fanfic is born.)
All I can say is that I'm anticipating August 29th... even though I'm probably not going to buy the game until it hits the bargain bin, like I did with the other two.
Also, since you're all saying 'but that trailer is just cinematics', and you're right, here's what game play looks like:
Sure, it's not the same, but it's still pretty good especially considering how dated the PS2 is. My personal favorite touch is the dialogue bubbles that move as Shion passes by the NPCs in the city.
One final gaming note, Square-Enix announced that Final Fantasy XII will be released on Oct. 31st in North America. (That one I might actually get when it's released.)
Here's the first official teaser for the upcoming Robotech: the Shadow Chronicles, which is a sequel/continuation of the classic 80s anime import. (And, just because I know that people will do it, I am very aware that Robotech was a combination of three unrelated anime series. It doesn't change the fact that A. Robotech was anime, and B. it was an import.)
This one's an enigma. I really don't have much to say about it, as I really can't figure it out. I mean, I comprehend the content, but I don't completely get where they're going with it. It seems like a research blog, but at the same time, it almost feels like it's some form of iArt.
I'm assuming that this blog is actually some insanely clever spam site, generated by a bot, but this is some bizarre randomly generated stuff. It's even more strange if I'm wrong.
I'm going to assume that the type of weather that this type of cloud cover precedes isn't particularly pleasant and that I should count my blessings that I've never seen them before... but, man, are those clouds eerily cool.
Brendon Small, known for the series Home Movies, co-created DEATH CLOCK METALOCALYPSE about a Norwegian heavy metal band called Deathklok. Although they rock to the top of the charts with gusto, they are also incredibly stupid and leave a path of destruction and mayhem behind wherever they tour. The new series will premiere in August on Adult Swim, the adult-oriented television programming block on Cartoon Network.
While the animation seems a little... uh, spotty... it does sound like a funny enough premise. Hopefully Teletoon will pick it up here. It might end up being the next Venture Bros., whose season premiere is this weekend... in the US.
I was checking out the IMdB listing for Superman Returns. For some unknown reason I decided to check out some of the message board posts, and found the following exchange:
Now I'm curious. Apparently, there's a paper somewhere that theorizes that Pamela Anderson is the first human example of Baudrillard's simulacrum. This idea sort of gels with my theory that she's the first post-human celebrity, or more to the point, the first post-human 'entertainer' that wasn't directly connected to the porn industry.
Just for a gist of the things, my theory is that she only became 'Pamela Anderson' after she modified herself, and that 'Pamela Anderson' is now the name of an artificial being that was once the human named 'Pamela Anderson'. The bit about the porn stars, at least in North American (and probably European) porn, is that the 'performers' (Ron Jeremy aside) tend to be so artificially enhanced that they're just meat robots now performing meat robot sex. Any real human sexuality has been diluted by artificial implants to make the human sexuality more appealing.
Good God, I'm applying Baudrillard to porn.
Help me. Help me, please.
(Update: Actually, come to think of it, either Joan Rivers or Phyllis Diller would've technically been the first post-humans, but Pam is probably still the first simulacrum.)
Two Hong Kong movie myths that need to be busted...
1. Jackie Chan does not do all of his own stunts. He does a few, for publicity's sake, but he's doubled quite a bit. He's even been doubled by Samo Hung, for crying out loud. Samo 'The Fat Dragon' Hung. I love the guy's work, but he doesn't even remotely look like Jackie, yet he's doubled for him.
2. Michelle Yeoh does not do all of her own stunts. She's done a couple, but for the most part, she's doubled. See Wing Chun, where she's obviously doubled in most of the fight sequences, and it looks like she's doubled by a man, to boot.
I found the following image on Warren Ellis' blog.
Can anybody explain the context of it to me? Yeah, it's funny that Captain Kirk, who is probably 'singing', is being carried off by a bunch of Imperial Stormtroopers, but huh?
That MySpace thing just sort of paid off in a surprising way
I originally signed up on MySpace to support Pete Williams attempt to get a second season of his show UnderGrads produced, and I thought that would be it. Then, for the hell of it, I joined Jim Mahfood's friendlist. Now, tonight, his brother invited me to his list, and man, I had no idea that talent ran in the family like this. (Actually, I don't even think I was aware that he had a brother, let alone one who's a kick-ass turntablist.)
If you drop by his site, I recommend the tracks You're So Vain and Upstanding Citizens... ah hell, I recommend them all. Damn, does that Mahfood family have talent.
1. Heh, Technocrati... Ah, sometimes my typos can be quite amusing to myself.
2. Yeah, after a few weeks of consideration, I think I really do like this template. No need to change a thing, and I think I can avoid installing Dreamweaver for yet another couple of months until I get the new HDD. (Car insurance is due 1 July.)
3. Billy Bragg re: MySpace. Followed by, MySpace re: Billy Bragg. (Note: While I love the guy's music, and agree with much of his politics, I find that he can be the Pat Buchanan of the left when it comes to self-serving, knee-jerk, political over-reactions.)
Okay, four things...
4. "Scuba... Say scuba. Scuba, scuba. Sounds funny. Scuba."*
And yes, I do realize that I have apostrophe issues in the quote. So, sue me... well, unless you're from the Litman Law Offices, just send me a C&D order so I can figure out what my paranoid mind thinks that I've supposedly done wrong.
Wow, if my deductive skills are as honed as I delusionally hope they are, I believe that Anne Galloway of purselipsquarejaw.com has paid this little waste of time a visit. I'm utterly flattered, and more than a little embarrassed, considering how inconsequential this place is. My deduction is based on the fact that someone in Ottawa did a search of Technocrati for listings which contained her URL. Mind you, in this case, 2+2 could be giving me 12.
I gushed about Jim Mahfood earlier, but Anne Galloway is another person who inspires me. While 'Food is the creative side of things, she's the intellectual/academic side of things. To explain why I find her work, and thoughts, inspirational is hard for me to explain. Mainly because I don't 100% understand it myself, but it all spins out of my interest in post-modernist theory, virtual communities and social anthropology. All of which I'm firmly attached to my armchair with.
As an aside, I've got people (whom I suspect I don't know) specifically Googling me now.
Watching- DVD: Underworld: Extended, Underworld Evolution, Ultimate Avengers, Fantastic Four, Fight Club, Clerks, The Venture Bros. Season 1, Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, Mallrats: Extended and some Bruce Lee flicks. TV: The finale for Battlestar Galactica. Listening (to) - Medeski, Martin & Wood, DJ Shadow, Deltron 3030, and Blur. Reading - Sundry comics, including The Authority, Planetary, Ultimates and Ultimate X-Men. Playing - Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, Deus Ex: Invisible War, and 007: Nightfire.
For the record, the old-fangled version is my preference.
They're suspected terrorists, not alleged suspected terrorists. It's on the public record that they've been suspected of terrorist activities, so there's no allegations of suspicion involved. They are, however, alleged terrorists, as this point hasn't been proven in court yet. I just wish the media would stop butchering the English language, they butcher the truth enough, so why can't they just stop there?
Mere moments ago I learned that Henry Rollins is a character in Def Jam: Fight for NY. I think I may have to own this game now. (Interestingly enough, Glenn Danzig isn't in the game, despite having links to Def Jam.)
Tentative definition: the progressive disintegration of signs and symbols, ie language, leading to the end of all forms of categorizational constructs - both natural and artificial.
Not sure if it's actually a viable term, but I just love the sound of it.
I've just discovered that someone from the Litman Law Offices in Arlington, VA. has just visited my blog. (As in, within the past 5 minutes just.) They specialize in patent and trademark law.
Anywho, I was reading this, and I began to think of my own reading habits of late as I consider popping in a DVD based upon a Marvel comic. A multitude of questions came to mind that all spring from a couple of base ones:
1. Do I read enough?
I mean, do I? And for that matter, what does 'read enough' mean, anyways? Is there some magic quota of text I must consume? Am I any less a person because I don't read even remotely as voraciously as I used to? If I started reading all the 'it' books, and ones recommended by billionaire talk show hosts, does that really count?
2. In the long run, does it really matter?
If a person never reads a book in their life, but leads an otherwise exemplary life, is their life less exemplary? Some of the greatest people in history were completely illiterate, yet they seems to have counted for something, right?
This is something I have no real answers for. When it's brought to my attention, I usually feel somewhat remorseful that I don't read like I used to. At the same time, I usually shrug it off minutes, if not seconds, later. Otherwise, I go on really not caring much at all.
When I was much younger... actually, scratch that. Shortly after I turned 30, I was actively reading at least two books a month, sometimes more, but something changed a few years back. Personally, I think it might be that I find no comfort in reading anymore, but it could easily be that I don't have anywhere comfortable enough to read.
I guess my question is whether or not my surroundings are at fault for my reading less, or if it's just that I just don't finding reading to be as essential as I used to.
Eh, who knows, and frankly, who cares?
I'll probably forget this all before 5pm rolls around anyway.
From YouTube, by way of John Rogers. For the record, the language is not work safe, but what the hell are you doing watching this thing at work anyways Mr./Ms. "$5 billion in lost work hours".
A look at the inner workings of all things Jay, and an experiment with online identity. Also, an experience dedicated to the memory of a woman named Mary, who will always hold a special place in my heart.
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