Miguel-the-perv-king

So, Gabs did this in her Journal and I commented. So now I guess I either have to do this myself or disembowel myself. Or something.

If you comment, I will:

1) Respond with something random about you.
2) Tell you which color you remind me of.
3) Tell you my first memory of you.
4) Tell you what animal you remind me of.
5) Ask you something I've always wondered about you.
6) Tell you my favorite thing about you.
7) Tell you my least favorite thing about you.
8) Challenge you to post this on your journal.

par exemple:

1) GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND WRITE!
2) Black, like your soul, friggin' emo kid.
3) I looked in the mirror and thought to myself "Who dat ugly sumbitch?"
4) A monkey. Not because of all the hair, but because I eat bananas pretty much every way besides peeling them.
5) What is love?
6) That sexy, sexy beard.
7) That sexy, sexy beard.
8) ONE POINT TWENTYONE JIGA-WATTS?!? ... What the Hell's a Jiga-watt? I mean, I've heard of Gigawatts, but there's no way they're the same thing.

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It just occurred to me that my last journal was the day after Christmas, which is now less than two months short of a year ago.

SO! What the fuck have I been up to, my cyber-stalker may be asking?

Well, I've recently gotten into Castlevania. In spite of my low tolerance for bullshit "gotcha"-type difficult (Which the early Castlevania titles were) games, the early-series design incompetence of the stairs being their own kind of terrain and the fact that I have enough distractions that keep me from writing as-is, I have officially become a fan of Castlevania. I've got two of the DS games and Symhpony of the Night on my Christmas list and everything.
Not a whole lot I can say on that, but I still have something to say...

Sonia Belmont's ret-conning out of canon. While I support the decision, I hate Igarashi for doing it because the explanation he gave for it boils down to simple misogyny. He could've said it was because the Belmont clan being descended from it's arch-nemesis (the ending of Legends implies that Sonia banged Alucard, starting the entire Belmont clan) was stupid, or that it contradicted Dracula's Cruse's claim that Trevor was the first Belmont to slay Dracula, but no, he went with "In vampire stories, women are meant to be sacrificed and men are meant to be heroes." Fuck you, Iga.

Rondo of Blood. I've watched an LP of it, and I like it. I've played Dracula X, which the Angry Video Game Nerd called a "butchered port." This is inaccurate. Dracula X is actually a gutted remake. And it sucks. If anyone can walk me through setting up a PC Engine emulator so I can actually play Rondo, I'd be eternally grateful.

I guess I should talk about Spirit Tracks, since the bulk of my last journal was spent ranting about it. I gave up. I had beaten all five of the temples, and the game was really reaching to extend its play time, so I was already sick of it, and then I had to trek through that Godforsaken tower one more goddamned time to get some "Compass of Light" or some such bullshit. And I hit a puzzle that seemed impossible to get through. I tried to look it up in a FAQ, but I couldn't find the point where I had screwed up or figure out what I was supposed to do short of starting the game all over again following the FAQ to the letter. Fuck that shit.  Twilight Princess may like to drag it's feet and focus on a Mary-Sue (Yeah I went there), but at least it doesn't stop me every few minutes to re-enforce that the player character is supposed to be a blank-slate and in love with the Mary-Sue or force you to a collect a dozen extra McGuffins because it's ashamed about only having six dungeons.
I can't wait until the 3DS gets here with my Ocarina of Time remake.

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*I have nothing against Jewish people. I'm just continuing my habit of titling my journals with obscure (Or sometimes not-so-obscure) quotes. This time, our title comes to us from B&G sprite comic The Karnak Hates Everything Show. So if you're gonna be mad at anyone, be made at Karnak.

It seems my italic tags have started leaking and stained the rest of this journal. I don't know how to fix this, so live with it.

So today is boxing day, the day after Materialism Day. Did everyone enjoy their presents?

I did. I didn't really ask for much (I think only, like, two things were on my list.), so low expectations yield extra satisfaction for me. Cynicism wins again!

I only got one present I'm unhappy with. An electronic keyboard. No, not the kind one could use to type out a comment on this journal. The kind one could use to play Billy Joel songs.
Theoretically, anyway. The cheap little plastic keys suck and the sound it makes bears very little resemblance the sound a real piano makes.
Oh well. The folks said I could have a real piano if I showed enough interest and dedication to playing the crappy little plastic one. Too bad Billy Joel sheet music is so hard to find on the internet.

But on the plus side, I got two posters (One of Michael Jackson and the other of the Beatles), and a CD each by the same artists of whom I got posters. Michael Jackson's This Is It (It includes Smooth Criminal, The Way You Make Me Feel, Black Or White and Man In The Mirror on it, so it is automatically awesome.)

I also got two Family Guy DVDs. One with just episodes I already have on DVD (I'm pretty sure I've already got all the way up to the first half of season five on DVD already), and one called Something, Something, Something, Dark Side.
I also got the complete second season of 8 Simple Rules (That's the season where David Spade and James Garner join the cast, so I like it even though it has no John Ritter.), and the first two seasons of The Big Bang Theory on DVD. Got through the entire first season and the first episode of season two yesterday. I love that show. If you haven't checked it out already, do so. If you're reading this, odds are you'll find someone in the cast you identify with. (Here's a hint: It's definitely not Penny.) And even if you don't, it's hilarious enough just to watch Sheldon be so obliviously socially inept.
Penny: So, what you guys do for fun around here?
Sheldon: (Coming back from the High IQ Sperm Bank with Leonard) Well, today we tried masturbating for money.

Hey, I just realized: I got three seasons of Kaley Cucco sit-coms. Cool.

Now for the big one. The Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks, for Nintendo DS.
The buzz surrounding this game claims that, within the Zelda series, it ranks all the way up there with Ocarina of Time.
Disregarding, for the moment, my opinion that OoT was little more then a 3D remake of A Link To The Past with a cinematic bent, I'm already at the third of (If the collection screen is to be believed) the four dungeons, and I still prefer Link's Awakening. Hell, I'd even take the GBA port of LttP or The Minish Cap over Spirit Tracks.

On the way to the first two dungeons, you'll come to a maze section ala the Forest of Mystery from Majora's Mask (My personal pick for the installment to beat for a Zelda game to claim the top spot), where you have a bunch of forks in a road, one path leads to your destination, but one wrong turn takes you back to the start.
These are incredibly annoying and the only purpose they serve is to go to one of those areas you passed on the way to find the one NPC who'll just tell you the path to take.

I'm not sure what to think of the train. I like it better then the boat because you can actually control the speed, and you can also decide whether or not to follow the route you drew for yourself or not. I don't min that I'm stuck on tracks, but I do mind that later on those tracks are paced by enemy trains who're significantly faster then me, actively pursue me, and kill me in one hit.

And also, in the third dungeon, in the mini-boss's drop-in cutscene, he snares you in his whip which prevents you from using items and damaging him. The only way I've found to get out of it is to have a purple potion handy and let him kill me. The potion revives me, and I'm free of his whip, until he snares me again.

Nintendo, it's not 'challenging' to drop puzzles and enemies on you where you either have to exhaust every possibility to solve them or look it up on GameFAQs. Like in the third section of the Tower of Spirits where you have to blow out a torch to reveal a crack in the wall I can bomb to get the third Tear of Light. How exactly was the player supposed to figure that out without a guide?

Full review of Spirit Tracks, including harping on the Stylus control and overuse of the microphone, to follow after I beat it!

Somebody, to lee-heen on.

For once, I feel good.

This day, as a whole, wasn't really all that good, but it's what happened at the end that made it so much better.

Note: This story probably isn't going to interest you. I'm just putting it up here since I'm plagued with the report-card dread blues, and want to immortalize this reminder that my life is worth living.

See, it began like any other day. I drag myself out of bed and go to face my twelve or more year sentence of boredom for the crime of being born into a society where the foundation of your life is your education. Today is day one on the class schedule, so that means five periods of classes I'm more or less just putting up with at this point.

Damn. Oh well, it'll be over soon enough.

First period, Environmental Science. The usual shenanigans of joking with the girls who sit next to me about the planet Uranus having multiple organisms (don't ask), pointing out the teacher's spelling errors and eventually being warned by said teacher to stop distracting the class.

Business as usual, that I had EnSki (I pronounce it the way it's written on my timetable, as "EnSci") today was forgotten by third period.

Second period. Math. Before the usual two thirds of the class can turn up late, I'm called down to the office. "Uh-oh..." I say out loud, preempting the chorus of "OOooooooh...."s from my class-mates, out of habit more then anything else. I figured it was just the guidance counselor calling me down to ask me how was I doing, as she did once a month. Oh how my heart sank when I saw her on my way to the office and she informed me that it was actually the vice principle calling me.
I stepped into her office and, seeing that she was too busy with her computer to notice me, I took my chance to speak first and opened with "Whatever I did, I'm sorry!". She laughed, then assured me I wasn't in trouble, she just wanted to talk about something.

See, last week, in the very same class I was pulled out of today, the guy who sits behind me had spent the entire period whispering nasty things about me. I told him to stop maybe twenty times, and each time his response was "Turn around, I'm trying to do my work.", as if he'd never said anything. Fucker. Anyway, towards the end of class, Miss was done teaching and the class was done working, so as usual, it turned to casual conversation as we waited for the bell. At some point during this period, he said I'd raped someone. This was the limit for my patience, as I immediately went to kick him in the nuts. I got him in the thigh instead, but he still jumped and spilled his juice. As it turns out, after school that day he got into a fight on the bus and explained to the vice principal that he was "having a bad day", because someone kicked him in the nuts. (Buddy, you and half the class called the teacher a pedophile and you accused me of rape. You deserved any shit you got that day.)

I explained to the vice principal what he said immediately prior to, and I did go for his balls but got his leg instead.  Miss said she understood, and that she also understood I had been putting up with similar abuse for quite a while, and I admitted that, yeah, people have used me for a verbal punching bag for a long time, and it had screwed me up quite a bit. At this point, tears were getting through and I admitted that I didn't even know what I was anymore.

Obviously, after that, I spent the rest of the school day depressed. Then came fourth period. Career Development. I had Newfoundland Studies next. At the end of CarDev, this girl who I have both classes with said that the NL Studies teacher said for the class to meet at one of the computer labs in the lower level of the school first. So I went there. The class never showed up. Neither did the teacher. Or the girl who told me to come here. I realized fairly quickly that I'd been lied to, but I figured "Well, I've been feeling like a log'uh shit all day, I might as well skip a class and get my shit back together."

So I spent last period standing outside a computer lab (That was locked), just contemplating. Then along comes another girl from my CarDev class. I'd forgotten her name, and I don't think I ever talked to her before, so I was surprised when she called me by name and asked me, "Michael, shouldn't you be in class right now?"
I explained about other girl telling me to come here, how I'd been depressed since second period, and that I figured I might as well skip a class and pull myself back up. Surprisingly enough, she seemed didn't just hear what I said, say something along the lines of "'Kay." and walk away when I finished. Even more surprisingly, she gave me a lengthy pep talk. It sounded like a broken record, with frequent reminders that if I respond to people who abuse me, I'm only letting them win and that if I ignore them, they'll eventually go away, but it's the thought that counts.

Then comes the part of the day that put me in such a good mood. When she'd finished her pep talk, I apologized and asked her her name. "Ashley," she replied. "Thanks for the advice, Ashley." I said. "Your welcome, I gotta go now." she said, hugging me. It was a hug that I needed, and that I was about to ask for. But I didn't. She just gave me one of her own accord. I don't know if she could tell I was about to ask, or if she just figured I could've used one (Which is true), but it made my day.

With the threat of a bad-report-card-based grounding looming over head, both of my parents currently being sick with the flu, and my aforementioned abuse-fueled confusion as to who or what I am, it just makes me feel so good to know I have a friend within arm's reach.

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Michael Jackson died of cardiac arrest today. He was fifty, and on the verge of a comeback tour.

So tragic. Say what you will of his private life, he was one of the greatest, if not the greatest, entertainer(s) of all time. Hopefully all the abuse that gets hurled at him dies with him.

Rest In Peace, O King of Pop.
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