Nobody Will Get This
Sofrito is gone! Sofrito is gone!
My goodness, she was annoying.
… as poop!
Heidi Klum’s little promotional bit on Bravo really sums it up for me recently, as I’ve been increasingly demanding of vapid televisual content to help buffer the studying: “What else is there to watch?”
Heidi, you’re right. Not much.
I can feel the forces of destiny pulling me away from FF III and into Dragon Warrior I, which is a painful and dangerous transition. The games are almost a perfect contrast within the genre (which, after reading Oblivion reviews, is apparently referred to as the “Japanese RPG” as opposed to the “Western RPG”).
DW I uses uninflated numbers, 100 HP is quite a bit, 200 HP is probably more than you need to beat the game. The spell system is what I would call suffix-based, which manages to sound fancier than the reality of “Heal,” “Healmore,” and “Healmost.” The fact that one of the only combat spells is “Hurt” says something about the simplicity (read this generously as elegance) of the game.
FF III seems more operatic at times than hack-’n’-slash, with plot cinema taking up a fairly large share of meaningful gametime. This isn’t really my bag (though I really wouldn’t say I’m all for hacking, either). DW I is about level-gaining. There is no character development. I am a descendant of Erdrick. That is all I need to know.
My project right now is to earn 1000 gold for what I recall as the second-best purchased armor in the game (obviously, you aren’t supposed to do this at level 8). It’s a grunt game, but it’s a nice cathartic when played against a daily schedule that cannot be measured generally with respect to value per time, time per project.
Gold and experience are the names of the game. I do need to finish the very non-numerical FF III, though. My $200,000-something wallet makes the whole thing feel absurd, but now that Cyan is back I think I can make a run for it. We’ll see what happens.
As much as I hate the model name “Lincoln Zephyr,” I really think the “Signed, Sealed, Delivered” song is really catchy.
Mr. Bush has a little non sequitur in his mantra, “lllegals do jobs Americans won’t take.” I would rewrite this to “Illegals accept wages Americans won’t take.”
That Yale economics class must not have been very well-attended.
Look at meat packing plants. You will see native US citizens working alongside illegals and legal immigrants in this industry, for very small wages. This is probably right along the cost/benefit frontier, beyond which the legals drop out of the labor market.
The fact that I could even entertain the thought of putting a pair of these in an SLI configuration shows that I am clearly out of my mind.
Deep Blue Something’s “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” was listed in the single digits on VH1’s “Most Awesomely Bad Songs” countdown. This yields the following information:
1. I should get my studying done before 2:00 AM.
2. VH1 is full of poop.
There is a storm a’brewin’ in the MBA program. Which way will the wind blow?
I’m pretty sure I’m farther into FF III this time than I’ve ever been, which means I’m more than a few steps into the World of Ruin segment; I believe I’m about to pick up Locke.
I am probably even more critical of the game this time around, as I feel like the plot is basically guess-and-check when it comes to knowing what to do next, especially as the game progresses. Lots of “Let’s go!” without a lot of motivation or plot drive.
It seems like the game is trying to be in between an Oblivion-like openendedness and an Enix-style linearity, but it feels confused and jumpy to me. If there’s only one thing to do next, I want my hand held.
I miss my names. Locke=Crynn, Airship Guy=Trylle. I don’t remember my name for Edgar, but he’s always my favorite player. I don’t know if I could say the same thing if he didn’t have that crazy chainsaw. I took the stock names so I could follow the FAQs when I lose my way.
That old guy who comes in with the painting brat…what the heck? Why even bother? Magic warrior, my butt. That guy couldn’t fight his way out of a wet paper sack.