It's a Pink Floyd song, so my reference fever has yet to subside.

Anyway, I'm sure there's confusion as to why I prefer time to stock matches in Brawl. Well, it's why everyone loves stock: skill. When I play a stock match, it's near-always the same person in a group that wins. You know the outcome. I've never been a player to care for score so much as fun, but knowing I will lose to this person no matter what I do, maybe because he's better with the map or just better, can get boring. You always know where you stand in lives and where the opponent does as well. Again, there's also the factor that you generally know who will win. Chris is lucky that he lives with people who play and learn, thus someone to get better with. I play alone, so I suck horribly. Because of that, I know I stand a 70% chance of losing. I still love playing with him, but to me, this isn't so much a fighting game. Health bars get bothersome.

How do I like playing? I don't care too much for 1v1 3-stock matches. I like timed 4-man free-for-alls. In a timed match, you cannot systematically take players out. You cannot really guess what's happening next, and some great things can happen. The weaker players may team up on the better guy and really give him a challenge! When I was against Chris and his relatives, a lot of the time I was fending two people off. I hated feeling like the weakest Link (I know, I'm HILARIOUS when I'm tired. If you don't sense the sarcasm, I've failed you), but then that's how it goes. Moreover, when two extremely good players are going at it and you're out, it can be fun to watch, but also can get tiresome if none takes the offensive. In a time match, you bring chaos to the letter. There's no promise the best man will win, just the man or woman who adapted best in the given situation. It's a lot of fun.

There's also the element of the unknown. I usually know which way the fight is going, but then wait, Toon Link is trying to pogo my head in. Easy enough, he drops like an anchor and I'll just sma-- oh, now Snake's sent a grenade. Who's leading? You can lose track and by not knowing, you push harder even if you're winning. It's so much fun to just play and feel like a real contender and not the loser or the person dominating.

Again, I suck so I never go into a match thinking it'll be quick and concise work, but I like to have some fun. Stock is fun, don't get me wrong, but it's far more controlled. You know EXACTLY where you and the enemy stand, you can work it down to 1v1 which is your most advantageous (usually!) position, and you can draw the match out indefinitely. Also, if this isn't the first match, there's the "well he's going to win anyway" idea. The only true random thing about it all is if there are two equally-matched players in the mix and the items (Sonic's slippery, so that Pokéball which swapped Chris and I saved me from a loss. Fucker was hard to hit. I had no idea what I was doing when I controlled him too! I lucked out, haha!). In timed matches, that all vanishes. It's pure chaos and WTFery will ensue. It's not because I'm not the best Brawler, though it's probably a part of it, but I just like being thrust into the oddest of situations and then being forced to deal with it.

The only time stock truly compares, for me, is when both players have no idea what the fuck they're doing as when Chris and I gave the definitive answer to who is better between Princess Daisy and Peach. If you were wondering, Daisy won. Fuck yes.


So there you go, just a peek into my head in regards to my match preference. I like chaos as opposed to order. Whatever keeps me guessing, laughing, and overall having a damned good time as opposed to having to play Batman and analyze each and every detail. I do that everywhere else. When I brawl, I just like to cut loose and go for broke (note that this doesn't exactly mirror how I control Link).

Still jumping between infuriated and some awkward depressed. Ah well, "gotta get worse before you get better." Here's to hoping, anyway.

Not much else to report...

Date:	2008-04-08 18:16
Subject:	Alive!
Security:	Public
Mood:	cynical

Vacation, I'm finding, didn't help much at all.

Just passing by.
In one of my cynical and depressive bouts, you know, the ones I get in from time to time.
I've not spoken to much anyone sans myself and a phone call from my father, but again I've been there before. At least I'm not hearing or seeing things this time (not terribly common but it has happened on occasion, though I'm sure I'm not crazy. A little delusion is probably normal).

Room's a mess and I'm suddenly inversing my sleeping habits. I missed my Political Science class because I woke up late. Watched A Beautiful Mind since I had about 8 hours until my next class, which I missed because I have an odd grasp of time. I memorize the time and when I ask myself when the class is, I over or undershoot by an hour. It was a math discussion class, which I should have went to but I'm still okay. The material right now is pretty straight-forward.

Becoming more and more of a shut-in, but that's expected of me. I don't like people much, never really have, so it all works out. I don't really know what else there is to say, really. I am just repeating what I've been saying for years now and that's generally why I don't update this much anymore.

I could go on with some of my views on things, like writing essays or editorials that no one'd ever see, but I don't bother. Generally unintelligent banter and questioning, all that.

I miss high school and being a minor, to be honest. Everything was linear and speculation then, and there was more fun to be had. There was a simple joy of sleeping two-to-four hours (if at all), in school doing fuck-all for seven (pulling off good marks, too), homework for one-to-three (depending on the load) then, again, doing fuck-all. Never getting sick, but always getting sick laughs. A lot of fun was had. Things are a bit more chaotically controlled now, as awkward as that sounds. Madness with a terrible and great complexity to it. It's simple in that way and yet so peculiar that I can't quite place my finger on it and have to blanket it under the term "life."

Peculiar...

It's amazing, this is one of the first series of days where I don't feel like I got hit by a bus. Unfortunately, that being under the weather has affected my grades and attendance greatly. I'm going to have to work real hard, more so than ever. Christ, I want to just cut ECS30 and sleep but I can't. I won't.

It's tempting, to be honest, but I am going regardless.

All the free time I have I use drawing just for meditative purposes, because I am relaxed and not thinking deeply... just creative expression (as much as my bastard hands and mind can muster, awyway). I've been buying my weekly comics but they're just piling up at this point. Maybe a month or two down the line I'll have time to sit down and read all this stuff, but right now it's work and then drawing to relax when my head starts to pound.

It's odd, though. One minute I'll have the flu or a cold and then it's all gone but I have insomnia. After lying in bed for hours, I get up to sketch and clear my head in the hour before class and wake up several hours later drooling on a paper with a pencil in my eye or something. Other times I'm sleepy as can be but cannot sleep and just drag my flesh around. It's peculiar, to be honest. This isn't for sympathy or to read "wow, you're tough." Far from it, but this blog is here for me to write what's going on and that's basically it. Add in my jackhammer-train-of-thought brain which just does NOT FUCKING STOP THINKING TO GIVE ME ONE FUCKING SECOND OF QUIET and you're golden.

One minute I'm thinking about my personal project with Chris and then I jump to my paper on The Spirit and how Cooke masterfully and subtly uses the weather in his storytelling to empower things, not just look pretty (it IS eye candy, though), then how I'm low on cash, then my health, then what's for dinner, then more ideas. It never ends. I want to crack a hole in this skull just to allow more things to flow freely and eventually empty, but I know it's not that easy.

All I want is peace of mind... why is that so impossible? Whatever, I'll go back to wanting sleep and a vacation now (the student's dream).

Here's an album that can't be released soon enough:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Good_to_Be_Bad


New Whitesnake. I could be sodomized by a whale and this'd still make the day end on a good note (or "notes," as Coverdale's an amazing vocalist. Bad pun, I know, but I had to get it out there).

Did a one-hour sketch of Link. I'm still pretty slow but it was a fun endeavor regardless.

Guiliani is out, so I'm definitely hoping for Blue this time around. Hilary or Obama, I don't know which yet. I'll need to run through all the details again soon, but it needs to be either of them. I hope they are voted in for politics and not gimmicks ("I'm voting for x because they'll be the first y.") but I'll be realistic. Either way, there could be worse candidates. I'd love to say we're safe from President Cheney since the whole "two terms" limit is in effect, but he was never President on paper even though we all know who wears the pants in the Bush administration.

I don't hate Bush for not being some elite being who is on top of everything, I expected that when voting him in. He just reminds me too much of Carter and his "let someone else do it" policy. Cheney is not the President, you are, run the goddamn show. At least with the current candidates, it doesn't look like that'll be the case. I'd love to be optimistic and say we can only go up from this situation but I am a cynical man. Anyway, that's how it is. SHOULD be better, but I won't declare anything.

I am much fonder of the candidates this time, though. Guiliani was my favorite with Hilary and Obama tied for second place. McCain... I'd make fun of him, but the concept that he is still trying to win is enough of a joke. This one is blue, guys. The best the Republican party can do now is run a candidate to leave a good taste in voters' mouths for the next election or two. Doesn't have to win, but it will look better. Since the Democrats hit the sex and minority areas, I guess the Conservatives can play the gay angle, but I know them too well to consider it.

So yeah, a new era. Whoever gets voted in, hope they've got good politics to match their votes.

Date:	2008-02-17 22:19
Subject:	Alive.
Security:	Public
Mood:	apathetic
Music:	The Carpenters - (They Long to Be) Close to You.

I'm alive, partly well. Can't complain, I'm just going through my share of hardship. No more than others, I suppose. I fell into a coma from lack of sleep and lost half my Sunday. Sucks, but "them's the breaks."

In any case, art's a little odd. I've gotten better but my women are starting to look a little... thin. I mean even when I try to draw them looking healthier, then they just look what one would call "skinny." Moreover, I think I'm drawing them a bit too tall. Hmm... I'm not proud of a lot. While I am definitely developing a style, I see a lot of holes in my theories. My style is a bit... sharp and hard. It doesn't have that soft edge it needs to; it's very male. While unrefined and unskilled, I show a good amount of my sex in that I draw lines and just connect them rather than join them. I need a lot more work, and I'll really start hitting Reservoir Nintendogs soon (after I finish that Mario image, which I'll start to work on at least a little per day tomorrow).

I'm committed to the comic projects I've undertaken, so I want them to look good. Other than that, to be honest, I don't know what to do art-wise.


Chris' party was pretty fun. Knowing the controls, I proved I'm a step beyond horrible in Guilty Gear with Chipp. I'm going to have to pick up a copy and refine my Chipp game so that I can match my KoF skill. Luckily you can use the Leona mindset (not button configuration, though) when using Chipp so it felt like a new pair of the same brand of pants. New, but familiar. Other than that, some tabletop RPG stuff which was quite boring and I was eliminated early in, but by then I was just looking at some guy's hentai collection for laughs. He's a bit odd, though. He expects people to play a game seriously when they're gathered for any reason BUT playing. Similar to Chris and when he wanted us all to watch Versus once. It sucks, I tell you, sucks.
I mispronounced a lot of words that I normally am good with ("Homage...") so there's proof I need to sleep. I also was absolutely lost when I was explaining my arc to Chris, so the fact that I got a few good reactions out of him is good. I need to write it up and submit it. It felt good discussing the comic in person, though, and I'm eager to see what will happen when we have the liberty to cowrite a strip or arc. Two minds are better than one and when live you can spitball a lot more gags and punchlines, as well as play off them.


Well, Not much else to report. I'll be more productive with this blog. Not because people read it, no; because sometimes it does help to just type what one is thinking and get it out, as I've got so much going on in my won't-shut-the-fuck-up head that it is annoying. Every day, I wish I could empty it so much that you could hear my brain rattle as it slides from left to right, but alas I'm not so lucky. It's always on, thus I need to read, write, listen, or distract it (this is how a wealth of our stockpiled material has come to be).

I should tweak "The List" a little more, and then I'm posting it. What The List is, if you were wondering, is a series of characters (mostly) from games that I've come to love over the years, or just look cool. I plan to draw them all to expand myself as a penciller and hopefully not suck once I'm done with it. Also, I hope to improve my coloring skills. I'm a cel-shader since I grew up on animation, and because I have no goddamn clue how to airbrush shade.





Also, if you like Lucky Star, you like shit. That's just the way it is.









Cheers.

I'm falling apart. The upper-left portion of my chest is in pain every time I breathe. Just a few more days...

Mrs. Hilary Rodham Clinton. You are not my favorite candidate for the 2008 Presidential Election, so I want to say this: what you do in office, do not do it for the good of a specific group of the people based on gender, do it for the whole country. I'd like to think your votes were grounded based on the idea that you were the best person for the job rather than because you were a woman. Hopefull (blind) thinking, I know. Regardless, it does look like you are to be the next President of the United States, so I suppose I am just saying "good luck, you'll need it."

In the unlikely situation that you lose, well, color me surprised. Bummer, I'm voting for the guy who can't keep it in his pants. Let's hope I'm wrong and that the best person, sex, color, and party be damned, is elected. That's all that ever should matter. The welfare of the nation.

I love equality, I do, but for the leader of a nation, best person for the job. Simple enough. Female, male, transgender, it makes no great difference.





I'm aware this won't reach the addressed party, I just felt I needed to post something or other.



Cheers.

Taken from Wikipedia:

Alfred Kahn incited controversy during a manga panel at the 2006 New York Comic-Con when he bluntly stated "Kids today don't read, they read less today." This incited a negative reaction from many of those present in the room, mainly librarians and other representatives of the book world. Kahn elaborated on his comment by saying that, "In every survey, we find that they're watching more television, they're on the Internet more, and that content, although being king, is very disposable. Because the way content gets put out now, it gets put out free. "[7] Viz Media's Liza Coppola responded to Kahn's words by bringing up Viz's partnership with the Read for America literacy campaign, stating "Manga is a great medium to bring kids back to reading." Publishers Weekly went on to note in their online article that "(Kahn) noted that many people in the U.S. walk around with MP3 players or other electronic devices, whereas in Japan, everyone on the subway seems to have a '3,000-page manga'."[8]


First of all, most kids can download that manga and read it on their computer, noob. Don't assume we're starring at pixels and not doing anything. Second, I read and listen to my iPod when I'm traveling. Your logic fails.

What more can I expect from a suit at 4Kids, though? On the subject of anime dubs, I think they can be done exceptionally well if there wasn't the curse of the word "cartoon" in America. Coming from me, that should sound shocking, as I love cartoons, animation, comics, and all that glorious crap. But over here, so many people think cartoons are all about toys (most are, to be fair), comedy, and over-the-top retard antics like what they saw in Looney Tunes (it worked for those because that was their purpose: fun). Over here, the concept of a cartoon is always thought of as Looney Tunes or Tom and Jerry. I hate that. Like comics, animation is an art form. Treat it as such and honor the work as what it is, and change little. I don't honestly mind if you clean some things up or change a sign in the background from Japanese to English because it's important to the story (I'd prefer a subtitle, but it's understandable), but then you get bleeding fucking water.

Again, I like the idea of dubs and there are some fantastic ones out there (Cowboy Bebop, I can't watch that in Japanese and I don't care what you say, it was magnificent... like Metal Gear Solid. Some things were just done better, though the original isn't bad at all) which proves that some people share my way of thinking. If you're just marketing the fuck out of a series like, say, One Piece for toys... well, that shit will sell regardless. Do not change the intro music, names, and script (if they say "fuck" and you're putting it on TV, sure, fix it for broadcast). You're only making a quick profit and severely hurting your DVD sales. You're fucking yourselves over, as once the toys grow stale, you're left with garbage. It works with Pokemon and YuGiOh! because those ARE about the merch. It's like Transformers. You watch 22 minute infomercials.

I guess I'm angered by this just by extension. I wear my love of animation on my sleeve, i.e., I all-but-announce it. When I say "I love animation," I want someone to think of the DCAU stuff, Looney Tunes (classics), The Simpsons, Evangelion; quality shows. I don't want them to turn on their TV one morning to see the version of the F-Zero anime where they rewrote the script to revolve around the kid and NOT CAPTAIN-MOTHERFUCKING-FALCON.



We must storm 4Kids HQ and give Alfred Kahn's balls a Falcon Punch-esque love tap, if only as payback for insulting the comic book fans in America. We started the fucking art form (comic books), so you'd better show some goddamn respect. Without that "3,000 page manga" you so lovingly mocked, you wouldn't have a corporate cash cow to bastardize so you can drive to work in a different Ferrari for each day of the week. Think about that next time you open your fucking mouth in an interview. Who writes your speeches, AoL's stock adviser?

Bummer... my left hand is quite numb... Don't like this...

Looks like I'm staying up again tonight, and probably late tomorrow... sleeping, most likely, into Tuesday afternoon, and working like a dog until... next week. I'm basically fucked.

Oh, and I'm extremely tired. I just wish I could write "I've nothing left to say; I've made my point" on this essay but I can't. That's what sucks about creating things, I guess. You always try to go out on your best note and someone wants more. Pleasing people honestly does suck, and whenever we launch the comic, well, I'm not going out of my way to "suck fancock." Nobody ever seems to be pleased. I think I remember fans talking about not liking the current AMG art style because it seems more streamlined or something, but in all basically different than what some people were introduced to. Nobody ever seems to be happy with what they're given anymore. It's like the end of UY, it was great and there's an unbelievable wealth of story there, but some people just need the closure of the protagonist confessing to the series' most recognizable character (Lum isn't the protagonist, no matter how much you like her!).

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm burnt. I've nothing to give, in a sense. I give things my all and all I get is a slip of paper saying "more." I'm not a faucet that can spout quality work, dammit. I'm not that goddamn good. Maybe I'm not cut out for college. I probably am not cut out for college. Oh, how I miss High School, where only two classes (and they were not AP) were difficult and I could spend hours doing fuck-all (stayed up 48 hours straight mostly reading comics and manga, aside from the daily habits of humanity... sans sleep, of course). I miss that typical scheduled life, where it was "up at 6:00, home at ~3:00, homework some time around 7:00 and done a few hours after, if that. It's so much more erratic, I suppose, at the adult level. It's actually quite scary being a legal adult, and I was right to never want this. I loved being a kid, it was the greatest thing this world has to offer. I can say that now, only being 18, with confidence that I'll never need to take that back. Childhood was amazing. It was fun. It was stable. Most of all, it was free. Life was full of mystery and fun, even at 17 there was still the concept of "when I become an adult." You spend your whole life preparing for this, and to be honest, it's as boring as it sounded... only you can only realize how boring it truly is when it allows you to.

I don't have a job. Sure. I don't know the physical labor some of my friends do. I understand that. But this is truly intimidating. Living constantly trying to balance funds, grades, stability, health, and still try to have some fun on the side, well, it's easy to state that "it's not easy" but in reality, it's pretty much impossible. You can't really balance them, and they all take a hit somewhere. When I'm eating, I'm thinking about what to do in my off time or just about an assignment. When I'm relaxing, i.e., reading, gaming, or drawing, I'm also checking the time to see if I should start working. When working, I keep thinking about the time until the next class or finals. When all that's not going on, I wonder if I'm gaining weight again, and if all the caffeine and (lack of) sleep I'm getting will finally get the best of me. It's not normal to fall asleep for sixteen hours, circumstances be damned. My shoes are tattered and need to be replaced, laundry is piling up but maybe I can handle that tomorrow... er... today. Then there's my left... arm. I think it's because it's always at the laptop and pressed on the edge of the desk that I'm pinching a nerve, and as such there's always a slightly numbing sensation in my left pinky and a lesser one in the left ring finger, as well as the outer-end of my left palm. I don't like this, and I'm rambling. Why, since nobody reads this? I guess to have it said. I talk to myself more and more, and I think I understand why. Ever see when a character mentions that "it had to be said?" Well, that seems to be it. There are things I've wanted to say, or realize I want to say, and nobody is around to hear them... but I feel that I need to say them, regardless. So yes, I speak to myself and occasionally I find that I speak back. Not normal, but then again nobody is.

My eyes sting, and I don't know where to begin on this paper. I've said what I've needed to say, dammit! What more can I say? I've already warped so much of the source as I can, I've met the document requirement and I've only accomplished THREE pages. I need SIX-to-EIGHT. I just don't know. It's not an English essay, where you can just offer analysis and delightful layers of bullshit. No, history papers are "fact;details on fact;commentary, then move on." I'm exhausted and I'm giving it my all... It's just not enough. There really does seem to be a limit to how far average people can go with just hard work... I'm not giving up, mind you... I'm just realizing that I'm going to be lucky to get out of here.

I look behind myself to my bed, in all its disarray. Wrinkled comfortable-yet-uncomfortable sheets, a nice fluffy pillow, and that thick, warm blanket. So inviting, yet so mocking. I can't sleep. I have work to do... I can't sleep. Well... I get a three hour break at 11:00 AM to 2:10 PM tomorrow that I was going to use to form a thesis for another paper... maybe I can try to squeeze some sleep in there... I know I should end this and work on the paper, but I'll ramble a bit more since I'm pretty sure that after I type them, my words will be forgotten like so much data. When I sleep, now more than ever, I need to distract my mind from thinking of myself. I've come up with some great ideas and stories which I'll never be able to use, but they are really fun to pick up on every night while I try to fall asleep without dealing with my shortcomings. I've got one of those brains that won't shut the fuck up, you see. It's always thinking, and unless I give it food for thought, it's doing what it and I seem to do best: hating. What? Well, the easiest thing to hate: one's self. I say I live my life with no regrets, and that's mostly true. I am who I am, but there are still times when even I'm vulnerable (I'm human. Sucks, but eh) and who would know better at where to hit than yourself? I imagine that, though he acted childishly about it, Chris must have been doing this to himself when he was dumped by Alisa, or something (yes, it happened. Your sister actually pulled me aside at your house and told me not to mention it. She cared about you enough to pull the meanest bastard and tell him to shut the fuck up. She happened Chris, acknowledge it, you can't achieve a destination without making several steps. Just because some were through the mud and sucked doesn't mean they didn't happen, but they are in the past. Maybe you slipped, but if you want to get where you're going, you get up and move on. Or you can stay stuck in the mud, blaming fate and "lack of talent/intelligence/some other trait" for being afraid to move. Get up, and stop projecting this idea on yourself that you're weak). Though it sucks, I never really seem to be at peace... I really wish I knew what it was like to completely be thought-free... like those typical scenes where someone is watching the clouds on a good day, carefree. I never have that sort of serene silence in my head. I'm always interrupted by "low money! Essay tomorrow! Hey, here's a cool idea to draw! Wouldn't it be funny if [character] did [action] in a strip with the punchling being [gag]? When was the last time you drew a picture? Stop drawing in class and take notes, this is why you do poorly in math! You call that a drawing?! More cowbell!" Yeah, sometimes my brain likes to quote Christopher Walken. It's not always some sort of personal attack, but it is always busy.

I really wish this head would shut the fuck up for once, or someone could come and shut it up. Look how much I've typed already? Hand's still numb. I know I have no coherent thought-pattern here, I'm basically hoping my train of thought carries through as what it is: idle ramblings used to distract myself from the daunting task at hand... well I can't do that much longer, so I guess I'll take a crack at it... eyelids feel mighty heavy though.

Wish I could go out on a joke but... I've nothing more to give. The well feels pretty dry right now, but I'm sure it will find a way to replenish itself just as I find some quiet. Always does. Oh yeah, I still need to compile the list of characters to draw, handle some money and class issues, play some games, read some books, study for finals, write this essay... Oh right, the essay. Need to get on that. Christ, numbness is cold. It's an essay on American women in the 18th and 19th centuries. I knew women would one day be the end of me. Funny how this works out... Millions of thoughts racing through my head right now, and I don't have the time to express them. Gotta get back to that essay... yeah, this time for real.

My bike is somewhat FUBAR at the moment, and I made my knee pretty fucking sore proving it. Hurray.

Also, woke up late today. Yeah, things are looking well.

Daisy is a confirmed alternate costume for Peach. Awesome, but it's just a color swap.

Still, I expected as much.



Come on, Bomberman!

It's all just so fucking difficult.

Also, I finally got my copy of Super Mario Galaxy. I'd love to comment on it, but you see, I've been to fucking busy to play. Thanks for taking so long Amazon. Two-day shipping doesn't mean four.

Basically finished, gonna run through it a few times. I'm so fucking tempted to just call this "Women, Fight for your Right."

Heh, I should write an essay about a feminist political party and title it "Women, fight for your rights-- form a party!"

Anyway, that's basically it. Working title is "fight for your rights" until something better comes to mind.

Date:	2007-11-14 00:37
Subject:
Security:	Public
Mood:	cranky
Music:	Men Without Hats - Safety Dance

Writing history essays is fucking horrible, no matter how many times you've done it. It's like writing to a child of age three.

"So to discuss the state of their rights, female activists met at Seneca Falls in what would be the first national convention of women's rights--"

"Why?"

"Because [spiel about how women got fucked in history]."

"Says who?"

"Source."

"Hmm... I don't know--"

"TRUST ME. MOVE ON."


Why did all of my classes have something impacting my grade in each due on Wednesday? Seriously, they all saw a big weekend and thought "oh, nobody ELSE will want to take advantage of this" and assigned work? EVERY one of them did... save for COM3 which was the usual work load (Brian, you rule for being the exception to this professor trend) but it's added to a staggering mountain of work... by the looks of it, I'll be free to fall into a coma and then enjoy Super Mario Galaxy on... Saturday. Maybe. Perhaps then I can have some free time to work on what is basically a love-letter to the Mario series that I'm drawing.

Only time will tell... but I wish they'd hand out some lube for what they just put me through, I'm going broke having to front for it myself.

I hate to bitch and sound like I'm the only one suffering, I'm not that self-centered, but there really is not much else to talk about. Wake up and relax a bit, then class/work until sleep with some small breaks I take to relieve stress here and there (~10 min every few hours to sketch a bit or something. ANYTHING to break up the monotony). Anyway, back to work. With any luck I can finish by three and get a couple hours of sleep for the big exam tomo--today at 3 PM. Calculus. Fuuuuuun.

Assuming every character in Smash Bros Brawl has not been revealed already or that there are some secret ones remaining, I want to see the following:

Luigi. If King Dedede is in it, Luigi's damn-well popular enough.
Bomberman. I love the character and it would feel more like a true Nintendo jam with him, as I have some fond memories of that game. Seriously, please add the git.
Daisy. I'll settle for an alternate costume on Peach, but I hope it's an actual Daisy costume as opposed to a color swap. She's a second-tier Mario character, so she's not much in the entire Nintendoverse (dubbed such because I read too many comics), but hell an assist trophy would be good for me.
Captain Falcon. Everything's better with FALCON PUNCH!
Animal Crossing guy/girl...? Not so much as a want as opposed to an assumption. There's a stage and theme song for said stage released. There's an Assist Trophy from the game too. It's not likely (though that would finally let me use the ax as I've wanted to) but still interesting. The K.K. Slider sample is awesome, by the way. GO K.K. RIDER!!
Phoenix Wright. OBJECTION!!!! Actually, this one's a joke. I don't really care if he's in .
RAYMAN.Yeah, now that'd be interesting, huh!? Attack, Bunny legion!
Harvest Moon Guy (Jack). Am I serious? Nah. I'd rather he just had a cameo. It would be highly unlikely and even get me to "WTF" if he was on the active roster. I mean Peach had the turnip attack, I wouldn't be surprised if Jack came with one, used his sickle, etc. Final Smash would be a heard of animals or something. In all, I just want to get on the horse and ride around swinging the sickle.

Of all these, the only ones I really want to see are Luigi, Cpt. Falcon, and Bomberman. Daisy too, but I understand how she's just too similar to Peach for this particular game to get her own move list. It is doable, but again, I'll settle for an alternate costume or assist trophy.



And if ANYONE wants to say Peach is just so much daintier than Daisy, you're right. Daisy would take a hit most likely, not to one to shy away from everything. Peach? She pulls out a Toad and puts him between her and pain. Super Smash Bros. Melee proved that Peach isn't exactly a saint.


I miss some characters, like Roy, but Ike looks more than good enough. Pit looks interesting, I'll dabble with Sonic (I fear that by trying to increase his speed, his controls will be slippery), Snake, etc. I won't be limited to Link 99% of the time anymore. This game has my mouth watering and is giving me fanboy wet dreams. Well, not literally, but the concept is there.

Alright, in my free time I'm going to try and start drawing/gaming again. Get back to some roots. As such, I'm going to try and see where I've REALLY gotten with art. I've been drawing the same characters for about two years now, and either I'm getting better at art or just at them. So, I guess what I'm saying is I want to test my change in abilities on other fields.

Fan art, if you will. Any ideas? Post them here or contact me otherwise with an idea and we'll go from there. I'll consider it.

Reviews start next week as I was bumrushed with work this week. Other than that, I wrote a nasty email which disgusted and alienated me from someone I've known. Eh, it happens. There are only a few people which losing would actually have a substantial effect on my life, so nothing shattering.

You ever hear your stomach bubbling a few hours after a meal and think "don't like the sound of that..."

Yeah, not good times ahead.


I can only imagine what would happen if Superman had a situation like this, and I damn-well hope that Batman's decked out his home with some sort of super toilet. I don't think even the Spectre could commit such horrors as Superman with the runs... even on criminals.

Yeah, not pleasant thoughts. Any of them. I'll write reviews tomorrow if I can, but the comic stack was light this week.