PaRappa the Rapper really stood out among its fellow PlayStation games. It wasn't a third-person action game for one thing, nor a car driving game, or a platformer. It was a rhythm-action game, in which the player had a press a combination of buttons in time with some music. The genre really peaked in the last generation of videogame consoles with titles like Guitar Hero and Rock Band. PaRappa may have lacked the guitar peripherals, but I actually enjoyed it a lot more.
The game also stood out because of its fairly unique visual aesthetic. It was in 3D, but its characters were all still in two-dimensions, like paper cutout figurines. They looked different as well: Sony hired popular graphic artist to design all of the characters and settings in his graffiti-like style. That move ensured the game had a lot of weird characters, which made it even more appealing. There's something about a rapping dog in a beanie taking instruction from a martial artist dojo master with an onion for a head that attracts one's attention.
The game was ultimately very simple and easy, but the various songs were wonderfully catchy and very replayable. The game was popular enough that it gained a sequel for the PS2 and a spin-off (the technical superior but slightly less catchy Un Jammer Lammy), as well as a brief TV cartoon - and of course the rhythm-action genre kind of got kicked off right here.
The wonderful cult appeal of PaRappa pretty much earns its place here. It's pretty easy to people who've played the game, simply by shouting "I've gotta believe!" and seeing who responds with a grin. It's that kind of a game.
Ah, the thrill of the hunt. The trusty hounds at your side, howling and panting and dragging you toward your quarry: a lumbering beaver not accustomed to moving on land. You close in. You raise your spear. The beaver suddenly stops, looks over its shoulder at you, and lifts a back leg. It bears its teeth, […]
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* Had lunch with someone who has decided to go ahead with me as a followthrough person! YAY!
* Lost my jacket on the bus, hoping they contact me that it's been found - it's not the kind that would fit most people being tailored to short, petite but roundish people. *fingers crossed*
* Literally counting down till I get paid so I can buy the Humble Weekly Bundle: Leading Ladies! It's games that have female protagonists! With the exception of the one scary game, I want to play them all!
* Ajax is coming over tonight! This is always a joy :) (and why I am posting before dinner is ready).
* Dinner is smelling amazing! A collaborative effort between Ral and myself, we're making this version of Bukhara Pilaf!
* Still studying, not as successful today as I wanted.
It seems that the Marathon Bombing suspect’s request for a change of venue has been denied. This doesn’t bother me as much as it probably should in the context of this case, mostly because I think that it’s unlikely that they got the wrong person (evidence I wouldn’t qualify to be a juror, anyway). That said, the precedent being set here really bothers me, because if this case doesn’t merit a change of venue, it’s hard to see what would.
As I understand it, the Eastern District of Massachusetts, where the trial will be held, consists of all of Massachusetts east of Worcester County. With the exception of Cape Cod and the southern shore, this is essentially all metropolitan Boston. All of this area is in the Boston media market, which means that this whole area was subject to the essentially constant media coverage, not just of the bombings themselves, but of the hysteria that the police—possibly intentionally—induced with their absurd lockdown overreaction. Locking down the whole city of Boston and most of its suburbs for a day over one loose fugitive with a gun was fairly rediculous. However, it did a really good job of inducing people to panic and believe that the threat was much worse than it was: after all, the police wouldn’t react this way unless the threat merited it, right?
Other than perhaps in the southernmost parts of the Eastern District of Massachusetts, it’s going to be quite hard to find people who weren’t influenced by this government-induced hysteria, so it seems a bit strange to think that a change of venue is unjustified in this case.
Filed under: Boston, History
not baaaaad, now we're talking! :D not a LOT of things, but *big* things. That's pretty good. Not scattered. Now if i manage to bring myself back to the nuée sequel ... i spent the first two weeks writing nothing else and now we're three scenes away from the end and my brain's like nope. not cool, brain. >:X
-Demon Patrol chapter 24 (11 207 words)
-Crash Standing chapter 16 (4 740 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS
-Crash Standing chapter 17 (3 123 words)
-Crash Standing snippet i might never use and which is spoilery therefore unposted in the meantime (156 words)
-Demon Patrol chapter 25 (2 065 words)
-Girl Genius - OC - Nuée Ardente sequel (12 936 words)
( teasers )
"Ladies and gentlemen: War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other's children." -- Jimmy Carter (b. 1924-10-01; US President 1977-01-20 to 1981-01-20), Nobel Lecture, 2002-12-10
(Also, happy birthday to my nephew Kyle, if my sister lets him read this)
I have seen a couple of links to reports about a couple who are Christian swingers - and of what appears to be a somewhat evangelical end of the spectrum vis a vis belief systems.
One report suggested that what they were doing was setting up a swingers' contact system for people in that exact same situation. The other suggested that they were using swinging as a missionary opportunity.
But what particularly struck me was that they self-identified as seriously fitt gym-goers, and they were all NO FATTIES WANTED.
This struck me as far more problematic than the swinging.
Jo, the firstborn, "The General" to her eleven sisters, is the only thing the Hamilton girls have in place of a mother. She is the one who taught them how to dance, the one who gives the signal each night, as they slip out of the confines of their father's townhouse to await the cabs that will take them to the speakeasy. Together they elude their distant and controlling father, until the day he decides to marry them all off.
The girls, meanwhile, continue to dance, from Salon Renaud to the Swan and, finally, the Kingfisher, the club they come to call home. They dance until one night when they are caught in a raid, separated, and Jo is thrust face-to-face with someone from her past: a bootlegger named Tom whom she hasn't seen in almost ten years. Suddenly Jo must weigh in the balance not only the demands of her father and eleven sisters, but those she must make of herself. (source)
Everyone kept telling me to read this, so hey friends: YOU WIN. You were all 100% correct, and I shouldn't have looked at you dubiously when I heard the words "fairy tale retelling". I apologize for doubting you, especially Ana, since you think I would've learned my lesson after Chime and The 10 PM Question specifically (I will never learn my lesson, probably). ( Read more... )
I've spent a fair bit of time lately wondering: is life ever going to settle down so I can just do a job I don't hate, and pet my cat, and see my friends, and write? Or should I just accept that it is always going to be a roller coaster, and try to do everything I can right now?
(Of course my approach now is a combination of "both" and "give up and lie on the floor")
I HAVE been a little more proactive about answering emails, though.
Um, what else is my life right now...
Emily has learned to snuggle? It's part of a deliberate behavioural program to make her a happier cat. In the two months I've had her I've worked in a lot of ways to achieve this (furniture, playtime, how I pet her, when I feed her...) and she is different. She greets guests in the middle of the floor instead of hiding under furniture; she doesn't dart out and attack feet anymore; she bites to communicate displeasure a lot less, and uses movement and expression instead; her play aggression is a lot less aggro; and now, she snuggles.
There's still a long way to go--to get her to play independently more, to feel secure enough to stay where she is instead of following her chosen human everywhere, to not need to hypervigiliantly monitor territory--but we get to there by going through here.
Title: They Grew Up Young
Fandom: Gotham (TV)
Length: around 5,000 words
Characters: Bruce Wayne and Gordon, a little Alfred, Cat on the periphery
Warnings/additional tags: this is gen, but there are sexual overtones that involve an underaged person. There is nothing explicit, and I assume you could read it and not see any of that, but I put it there purposely, so there you go.
Summary: Snapshots of Jim Gordon and Bruce Wayne as they get older. Bruce fucks up a lot and Gordon wonders what the hell to do about it.
Link: They Grew Up Young