The Bastard

David Lynch was a bad idea.

Been on a bender from hell out on the outskirts. I am on the verge of resurfacing yet caught somewhere between wake and sleep. I keep reaching for inspiring thoughts but that is all that it is, reaching. We have been sitting around playing video games and watching shows about regression to our past lives. It makes me chuckle but at the same time gives me the chills. People are consumed by a desire to understand their minds yet simultaneously consumed by their secrets. It makes you kinda wonder who you really know, or what sides of a person you know. Here we are on extended weekends when we could be somewhere else, anywhere else. Are we going to hell or are we already there? Waiting for the rem sleep to kick in, but it doesn't. Or maybe this is just a dream. More to come when I actually wake up.

W=FD

Wonderful, joyous Saturday afternoon. Stuck inside under fluorescent lights really only for the sake of warming a chair. Cutting out shelf tags with scissors as opposed to my customary way with a paper cutter, only to kill time. Building numerous seeqpod playlists, listening to punk rock, avoiding responsibility, avoiding people, and smoking cigarettes. My hair is getting longer and starting to fro out again. Idle thoughts. I keep telling myself that there will be something to do on Friday nights, then I wake up Saturday morning. I'm going to put my sunglasses on and wait for the night and it's monstrosities. I was told last night by a good friend that he could see me walking downtown with a double bladed ax. That's inspiring. There is a short film I will make some day based on the conversation, but for now idleness. I am going to start playing guitar again, tomorrow, next week, this summer, but for now...

signing off,
fromundertheovercast

Dumb luck isn't just luck. Wait, I think that came out wrong.

Yeah, it's been I while. I find myself once again reflecting on one of my previous posts. Or is it reflecting a reflection of an even further previous post. My argument essentially was that being in the right place at the right time is everything. However this is really only half of the truth. Being in the right place at the wrong time can be equally as valuable. We've all been there whether voluntary or not. It's like a tap on the shoulder from a friend that knows you as well as you know yourself trying to stop you from being drunk and belligerent or trying to tell you that regret is in store for your short term decisions. Sometimes it takes a complete asshole stranger or two to finally convince you that opportunity is actually an accident waiting to happen. Back to the goldmine...it is fatal. I fell in and all the gold turned into beer. But I can learn from my mistakes...eventually. It's in my hands. King Midas has nothing on me.

stoop: v. 4. a. to lower or debase oneself b. to descend from a superior position; condescend

Friday morning note from my officemate. Little does he know where I spent Thursday night.

The legend of Prince Valient a.k.a. crappy action gameplay

This is another one that I never played as a child and for two reasons. For one, I probably would have glanced at the cartridge packaging and said, "man that looks lame" and secondly it was only released in Europe. Now thanks to the wonders of online emulation of the NES I can enjoy the experience, one that would have been a rarity at the time of the games release.
The Legend of Prince Valiant was released in 1992 in the midst of the animated television series of the same name, which aired on The Family Channel (does The Family Channel still exist?.) I'm sure that the timing of the release was well intended to sell many a copy of this action adventure for all ages. The animated series and the game are based on the comic strip which has been in existence since 1937. The design and developer (Ocean) has done several other games that I was familiar with as a child.
Let me be straight with you. You throw stuff at bad guys. I don't even know who the bad guys are or what you are throwing at them. Before starting game play you can read the story. It tells of the marsh which just happens to be the first stage you must pass. I killed the evil serpent and made it to a bat, then I gave up. Basically you kill bad guys that either try to grab you, or impale you with arrows and spears. In killing these evil woodland cutthroats you are rewarded with energy increases, small portions of time (gee thanks) and tokens. Don't ask, I don't know what the tokens are either. There are traps in the ground that are instant death. You may as well jump in the first one you see, for the marsh is just too perilous for some sissy prince. The king needs to send a damn army in there.
Things I quickly discovered about this game: You can't throw things when you are kneeling. You can't throw things when you are jumping. Go ahead try to throw one of those things at that archer in the background who constantly pelts you with arrows. You're fucked. I challenge you to make it past the bat, and hopefully to the next level where you get to shoot the woodland cutthroats with a crossbow.
I congratulate Prince Valiant for making it over 70 years in the papers even if I can't make it past 5 minutes of the game. How else can I describe it? I am looking in my thesaurus for the best antonyms of epic, glorious, adventurous, or anything else one might use to describe mid-evil fairy tale type shit. It's about as epic as say...doing your laundry.
**Important** Prince Valiant can't swim.