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Someone with a twisted psyche has knitted zombies. I have more to say, but I’m off to crochet some mythical beasts now.
Today I was walking into Herter for Prof. Barton’s class when I heard someone shout “This is not your destiny!”
I recognized his voice but I couldn’t find Marcus for a moment because he was leaning off the fifth floor balcony, a la Professor Marathon. We shouted up and down for a bit, until I was late for class and a passing English major muttered “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?” Which was kind of embarrassing but not as bad as last time!
Unfortunately, class WAS my destiny so I went.
About two years ago (long ago, in pre-Stick history), I was at Eric’s, lying on the couch and studying. With characteristic focus on my homework, I looked over Eric’s shoulder and saw Morrowind.
“Oooo, that looks pretty. And you have lots of stuff in your bag! Can I play?”
“I told you about it when I first got it, and you said it looked like a bloody game and you don’t like violent games and you wouldn’t even let me make you a character,” Eric reminded me.
“Oh yeah,” I said. “Well, you were slashing somebody up then.”
“Oh yeah,” (This conversation explains why Eric and I don’t argue)
I like really open-ended games. If a quest has more than one ending, I’m happy. If almost every quest has different endings, which unlock even more quests… I’m in gamer girl heaven. Morrowind is the most open-ended game I’ve ever played. You can pick a detailed combination of racial traits, birthsign, talents and skills, or if that’s still not enough customization, you can invent your own character class. (And the preset classes include Witchhunter, Nightblade and Spellsword, instead of just Fighter, Mage and Rogue) If you decide, after hours of gameplay and several levels, that you’re not so crazy about your skills and you want to become something else, it’s possible to work on those other skills. Nothing’s forbidden.
The Morrowind world is well-written, too. You find (or in my case, steal) bottles of flin and mazte, instead of Potion of +50 HP. When you find (or steal) books, you can read about the history and myths of Morrowind. If anyone from Bethesda is reading this, and needs someone to write fictional myths for a computer game, I’m your girl!
Celtic and Persian-inspired clothes, NPCs with Roman-style names and an incredible variety of architecture keep Morrowind from becoming pseudo-medieval generic fantasy.
If you ever run out of things to do in the game, say there’s a blizzard and you can’t leave the house for weeks on end, you can download new mods for Morrowind. My personal favorite is the boyfriend mod. (Hey, this was before Stick, ok?) He’s programmed to say sweet things, and you can sleep at his place without the assassin mod coming for you. You can also leave some of your loot at his place.
And I really like games with stuff. Sure, I like leveling too, but I’d much rather have a sexy new set of armor and a better sword. (New cleavage-baring robes for the magic-users don’t hurt, either) Morrowind gives you different styles of clothes, armor, weapons… and modders have built a complete wardrobe, plus weapons and all kinds of trendy Pottery Barn accessories for your house.
The mapping system is not so good… or maybe my sense of direction is not so good. Quite a lot of my Morrowinding time involved me shouting “Eric! I’m lost again!” into the kitchen. I was playing it at Eric and Chris’ place because Morrowind requires a better videocard than I had at the time.
I liked Morrowind so much that finally got my finances into a spot where I could buy a new videocard and Eric and I went to Best Buy to get one. (this was pre-Squeaky, too) I was supposed to go see a movie with a boy I’d just met and kinda liked but I was so excited to play Morrowind that I kind of blew him off.
Unfortunately for me, that boy was Stick.
In the spirit of Why I Hate My Husband, here is a list of things I don’t like about Stick.
1) He cannot pass a Comcast van without him intrrupting himself (or me!) to shout “CaaaAAAAaaable guy!”
2) He sings along with the instrumental part of songs. He likes “wikikiwikikikwikikika waaaaeng!” for guitar solos and “yuhbububububah” for drum solos.
3) He cannot pass a field of cows without mooing at them. Loudly. With the windows rolled down.
3a) Sometimes, Stick mistakes horses for cows.
3b) Or a group of extremely large dogs.
3c) Or once it was ducks.
Have you noticed that these are all things you would notice about Stick if you were in the car with him for an extended period of time? That’s because we drove to New Jersey this weekend to see my awesome little sister and to see Queen! My parents’ house is near a street called Watchung Avenue which leads us to reason number four:
4) If something makes him think of Wang Chung, he does his Top 40 DJ voice and says “This is Wang Chung, singing Wang Chung, off their album Wang Chung,” then he pauses, and says in his regular voice, “The only other song I can think of like that is Bad Company singing Bad Company from their album Bad Company. Can you think of any others?”
Stick really REALLY likes Queen. One time he told me that his greatest regret is never seeing them in concert. Remember the Bentley from Good Omens? It has the mysterious power of turning all CDs into Queen tapes. That would be Stick’s ideal car, although I think his Cougar already has that power. He has about a thousand Queen CDs, he sings their songs all the time, expecially with his own words. I think his favorite is Crazy Little Thing Called Meg, but I don’t know what his favorite song is because each time they played a new song he would lean over and say “This is my favorite!”
I can’t really blame him, because each song was better than the previous one. And I’m not really a Queen fan (If I hadn’t met Stick, I still wouldn’t know the difference between Under Pressure and Ice, Ice, Baby.) We had a really good time, it was an awesome crowd, excited and loud without being obnoxious.
Since Freddie Mercury was unable to attend, it was actually a Queen and Paul Rodgers concert. Paul Rodgers is the founder and lead singer of Bad Company so it was actually a Queen and Bad Company concert.
“I didn’t know I knew that many Bad Company songs,” Stick said as we were leaving to drive back to Massachussetts (right after the show because we only had nine hours to make it to my Latin and his Greek class). “I thought I only knew Bad Company from their album Bad Company,”
“Like Wang Chung,” I said.
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I KNOW it was only 5 reasons! I can’t think of any other things I don’t like!
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6) Three seconds into any song by Foreigner, Stick says “The Pride of Rochester New York!” followed by a dissertation on Four.
Stephie and her new boyfriend are walking around in a perfect haze of love and adoration. I’m afraid to listen too closely in case I hear “I love being stuck in traffic with you!” or “Isn’t this hailstorm just beautiful?” They give each other those googly eyes over Latin homework and all in all, it’s adorable.
Everyone has a different romance threshold. Some people propose on a kissing bridge. One of my friends bought roses and cooked dinner for his girlfriend, who thought the whole thing was a ploy to get him laid, and got pissed. Some people show their affection in other ways. I’ve heard that some boys allow their girlfriends control of the remote, but I think those girlfriends have to promise not to wander off and read a novel with a movie on. Just a thought.
I would like to take this opportunity to address those rumors that I was seen dancing through the video store singing “la la la la we have a joint account”. I categorically deny this foul slander and insist it was an unfortunate case of mistaken identity.
What’s with all the controversy with the “Hot Coffee” Easter egg on Grand Theft Auto?
It’s a game about running people over. You can beat hookers to death. You can go postal at restaurants… they are even old ladies to shoot. But there’s a cheat that allows sex — consentual sex with your girlfriend, no less — and now the game’s off the shelves.
Ok, I completely understand the AO rating. I even understand Wal-Mart and so forth refusing to stock it. And I think Rockstar’s excuse about “leftover content” is up there with “my dog ate it”.
I just don’t understand the lawsuits parents are bringing against Rockstar, because they feel misled by the game’s labeling and packaging. It wasn’t rated Everyone or even Teen, GTA already had an M because of the hookers and, oh yeah, graphic violence. So parents bought their pre-teen sons a game about beating people to death, but didn’t want him to see boobs? What kind of morality is that? It’s ok to run people over and shoot bystanders, as long as no one has sex?
And you do expect that kids will grow up and get laid, rather than grow up and beat people to death (Unless they’re turned violent by those evil videogames and that metal music). Hey, you know there’s this thing on the computer where your son can see naked girls? It’s called the internet. I’d much rather have my teenage son watching pretend porn than shooting up pretend bystanders, but then, I was raised by crazy hippies.
Porn or games or the combination of the two isn’t the problem. Bad parents are the problem.
Stick and I went to see Serenity on Saturday. As we were on our way to meet up with his friends, who’d seen the movie on Friday but wanted to go again on Saturday, Marcus called my cell to say that he and his girfriend had just seen and loved it. That’s to be expected, though, he’s a serious Joss Whedon fan, and can hold long conversations about the peanut-butter episode.
Stick, however, does not enjoy the vampire soap opera genre, but he was kind enough to sit though a Firefly marathon at Jonathan and Allison’s place and catch up on some of the Serenity backstory (I knew he would). Which was really sweet of him, especially since the movie’s meant to be able to stand alone, and maybe it’s even better if the TV show hasn’t set one’s standards impossibly high.
There was a weird continuity error in the very beginning of the . In the show, Simon said that he used his contacts to free River, which makes sense with what he know of Simon’s character and skills. In the movie there’s an explosive sequence in which he rescues her on his own, using a combination of social manipulation and combat skills, neither of which he has in the show. I hate to sound like an inconsistancy-seeking Galaxy Quest conventioner, but this goes agaisnt everything we know about Simon’s character. For heaven’s sake, Simon had trouble pretending he wanted to buy mudbricks. From a mud-brick salesman. On a planet whose only export is mud bricks.
Moving along to the next Simon-related continuity error: The River off-switch. In total fairness, this doesn’t have to be a mistake. Maybe Simon really had the safeword the whole time (gleaned either from his river-smuggling contacts or his kidnapping missions — don’t think too hard about it) but he actually liked when River was a liability to the crew. IT’s part of his whole passive-aggressive thing with Mal.
The crew’s interactions are the best part of the TV show, but the dialogue in the film seems cut down to save time for explosions, fights and chase scenes. Kaylee’s adorable high-school crush on Simon becomes an overwhelming desire to get him naked, which is totally understandable if you have a nerd fetish. Shepherd Book, usually the crew’s witty and unbitter morality check, gets a dramatic deathbed speech, but that’s it. Zoe and Wash, usually adorably in love, are still resemble my roommate and her new boyfriend.
Inara is missing for more of the movies, to the delight of Stick and sorrow of every male Firefly watcher, and when she is present, she doesn’t actualy do anything. Her banter with Mal is all but gone, which is especially frustrating because her lack of banter with Mal is a plotpoint. (Mal gets a wave from Inara, and because she’s so cordial and polite, he knows something is wrong.)
The weakest spot in the Firefly TV series is psychic River Tam. She suffers from Green Lantern syndrome: she can do anything and everything until she can’t, usually for ill-defined reasons. She can outfight Jayne, outthink Simon, and at the end of the film, outfly Wash. Her backstory, the science fiction cliche of government-designed weapon, is well written, but she’s the deus ex machina for the crew one too many times.
At one point, Simon asks her what her enigmatic announcement of “Miranda” means, and then asks “Am I talking to Miranda now?” River shoots him a look that clearly asks if he’s gone round then bend himself. Brilliant sibling byplay, and an example of the crew’s banter Firefly fans wanted in Serenity. Miranda is actually the planet on which the Alliance tested a mind-altering drug an on unwitting group of colonists.
Miranda is also the daughter of Prospero in The Tempest. Her well-meaning but over-protective father tries to separate her from evil influences, especially of the male variety, but she must rebel agains him in order to grow up. This is what we English geeks call a metaphor.
On Miranda, the horrific villians of the universe, the Reavers, are finally explained in a believable way. When the Alliance tested it’s new calming drug, ninety-something percent of the Prozac-practice colony lost their motivation to fight, then work, and finally breathe. The Reavers are a small percentage of normal colonists who were accidentally induced to violence when this drug backfired. They mauled, killed and, um, ate their unmotivated neighbors, added some revolting body modifications, took some ships and took off.
Just mentioning Reavers strikes terror into the crew of Serenity. In the beginning of the movie, Mal shoots a colonist who’s been caught by Reavers to give him an easier death than the disgusting end the Reavers will give him. If there’s a better way to show horror, I can’t think of it. I’m not entirely sure why the Alliance, with greater numbers, better ships and a higher budget doesn’t take them on.
The day-to-day life in the Firefly universe is so completely thought out that it’s a shame to see a gliche. For example, the food on the ship is believably placed between protein cubes and synthesizer-gourmet, kind of what you’d eat on an RV in space. The Alliance is not a generic evil empire, but relates to it’s colonies and citizens as Romans to the provinces. Characters wear awesome Asian-influenced clothes and swear in Chinese. There are no spray-painted aliens and limited cyborg shininess, but huge variation of culture between planets.
All in all, a good time, if not as brilliant as the episodes. But might I suggest bringing a date who doesn’t cheer for the Alliance? I’m just saying.
Thank goodness for Stephie’s new boyfriend, Jesse. Now Stick and I can go on double dates with Actually-Plans-Ahead Boy and Navigates-Successfully Girl.
So I was driving down Route 9 the other day, looking at the Rocky’s Hardware sign and wondering if I should write an anonymous letter on the use of the apostrophe, when the driver behind me honked at me. I looked back, and he was waving me over with frantic arm gestures. I figured it was a fan, looking for my autograph, but actually he just wanted to tell me that my left back tire was going flat.
I drove to Hadley Tire, where the mechanic told me that I had a very well-maintained car for an ’85. He said he could change my deflating-before-my-very-eyes tire but that I actually need two new tires so my back tires can match. I said that’ll ruin the sexy asymmetric look I’ve got going with the wiper blades but he said I can hit Squeaky’s worst spots with some rust-inhibitor paint and get that look back.
The mechanic also told me that I’ll need new front tires before it snows, but I think he’s just worried that my worn-out front tires wil be jealous of my shiny new back tires. (I was really pleased that he didn’t try to sell me a million other things for Squeaky. But I already had high expectations for that garage because both Steph and our teacher Brian both like to keep their ancient cars at Hadley Tire in between rides.)
I really think this whole car-owning thing is hard. And I don’t just mean the usual complaints about rising gas prices, although I’m not crazy about that, either. I’m getting better about remembering to keep feeding Squeaky his petrol, steering fluid, oil, and antifreeze.
Next, I’m going to decorate Squeaky with Rustoleum paint and then, I’m going to go cruising.
My roommate Steph has total new-relationship giddiness with a really hot classicist… No, that wasn’t sarcasm! He’s really hot! AND a classicist! Stop laughing.
They have now gone on two coffee dates and one pizza date and they are smitten in that “Wow, I like oxygen too! We’re soulmates!” kind of way. It is truly adorable in a jealousy-inducing kind of way.