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heiligekuhWow, 20 uninterupted minutes to doa Lj post. How novel.
The Quasi show last night was fantastic, as I had hoped. On the way up NPR was replaying a City Arts & Lectures evening with Michale Chabon and Daniel Handler, in which they discussed how central failure is to their work. That conversationa thread looped around to a discussion of how the things that gow orng with an event are always the things that turn into stories, which I had hoped was simply a trait of adolescent bitchy-ness that I was slowly growing out of, not a universal strain of the human condition. Fuck the human condition. The show was awesome, ending on a out-of-the-blue cover of Warpig and the inevitable noise freakout.
If you owned a computer before 1999, the name Gravis carries a very particular weight with you. Gravis. . well, it certianly doesn't mean quality. But it doesn't carry the weight and stink of, say, MadCatz. It means that you've taken a otherwise prouctive machine, capable of numerous modern wonders, and decided to make it moonlight playing ideogames that are generally consigned to the TV.
This weekend, Jodi boughta Gravis Gamepad, complete with scew-in stick for th control pad. She's utterly fascinated by WarioWare (for good reason) but everytime I see her on the couch, staring into her laptop with the control pad in hand my mind just boggels. partly becuase it's Jodi that into a game, but also becuase of the wird repurposing of the text. here's a game that's made for teh GBA. SO the game itself, in its original physical incarnation, is about 3 square inches and the system it plays on is under 10 ounces. Now we have the entire code behind the system and the game on a RAMdrive that's half the size of the game, but playing it on a 5 lb laptop with a controller that's bigger than the orginal system. Ugh. Weird.
I've been focusing onn straneg shit recently, possibly as a diversionary tactic. last night I was obsesed the vector field of rock crowds and how that field reacts to unstable (discontinuous) elements within it. Aka, spazzy dancing boy who looked like a cross betwen a mean jewish Neil Gaiman and a the most hyper 7 year old in the world seeing his favorite clown.
The Quasi show last night was fantastic, as I had hoped. On the way up NPR was replaying a City Arts & Lectures evening with Michale Chabon and Daniel Handler, in which they discussed how central failure is to their work. That conversationa thread looped around to a discussion of how the things that gow orng with an event are always the things that turn into stories, which I had hoped was simply a trait of adolescent bitchy-ness that I was slowly growing out of, not a universal strain of the human condition. Fuck the human condition. The show was awesome, ending on a out-of-the-blue cover of Warpig and the inevitable noise freakout.
If you owned a computer before 1999, the name Gravis carries a very particular weight with you. Gravis. . well, it certianly doesn't mean quality. But it doesn't carry the weight and stink of, say, MadCatz. It means that you've taken a otherwise prouctive machine, capable of numerous modern wonders, and decided to make it moonlight playing ideogames that are generally consigned to the TV.
This weekend, Jodi boughta Gravis Gamepad, complete with scew-in stick for th control pad. She's utterly fascinated by WarioWare (for good reason) but everytime I see her on the couch, staring into her laptop with the control pad in hand my mind just boggels. partly becuase it's Jodi that into a game, but also becuase of the wird repurposing of the text. here's a game that's made for teh GBA. SO the game itself, in its original physical incarnation, is about 3 square inches and the system it plays on is under 10 ounces. Now we have the entire code behind the system and the game on a RAMdrive that's half the size of the game, but playing it on a 5 lb laptop with a controller that's bigger than the orginal system. Ugh. Weird.
I've been focusing onn straneg shit recently, possibly as a diversionary tactic. last night I was obsesed the vector field of rock crowds and how that field reacts to unstable (discontinuous) elements within it. Aka, spazzy dancing boy who looked like a cross betwen a mean jewish Neil Gaiman and a the most hyper 7 year old in the world seeing his favorite clown.
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Date: 2003-10-15 06:25 pm (UTC)MegaMicroGame$
Date: 2003-10-16 05:32 am (UTC)I've been really enjoying FF:TA, although I'm always depressed by these sorts of games at this point. I've ben playing for nearly 3 weeks and I'm barley at 10 hours of gameplay. Whcih means I'm probably still 3 play weeks away from the actual plot. >sigh<