Finito
Wow. Finally finished Dragon Quest. All in all, it rounded out at about 91 hours. By far, it was the longest I've spent on any RPG ever. It's a damn sweet game though. It's so classic in its gameplay that it is a throwback to the RPGs of old, while mixing in the visuals of the new era. Level 5 did a great job on the display of this game - they are known for their work on the Dark Cloud series. There's still some End-Game stuff I can do but I think I'll put it on hold for a bit.
I start guitar lessons tomorrow night. But Derek, why do you need guitar lessons when you're already incredibly awesome - and by that I mean, totally sweet!? Well, because I want to get better. And I want to learn the technicalities and methodology behind the music. With a few years experience under my belt, the learning process should go smoothly and hopefully I'll progress nicely. I don't need to know the basics - I just want to learn to shred and now's the perfect time to do that. So that should be cool. Apparently the guy I'm learning under is pretty wicked and is very much into classic rock, jazz and improvisation. Maybe I'll actually learn how to solo! Wowee!
My room is frickin' freezin'. So there's a show at Neutral on Thursday - Hollywood Swank, Springloaded, Johnny Dumptrucks and the Burn it Downs. I'll be going out to that to show my support for Mista Dehaan.
School this semester is going to suck, but oh well. It always does during the winter semester.
I had my first customer complaint against me last Saturday. It kinda freaked me out. I really have to be more patient with custies. I hate to say this, but maybe if the guy wasn't such a fag, then maybe he wouldn't have been so sensitive about me saying to him, "sorry, I'm helping another customer right now," while walking back to where I WAS helping another customer. Then he asked one of my co-workers to speak to our manager without even confronting me about it. Jesus. Yeah, I'm an asshole. But remember the scene in Boondock Saints where Willem Dafoe is lying in bed with his boyfriend, slaps him and says, "you're such a fag?" If I was gay, that'd be me.
Man, I want this:
http://www.ebgames.com/ebx/product/257882.asp
I start guitar lessons tomorrow night. But Derek, why do you need guitar lessons when you're already incredibly awesome - and by that I mean, totally sweet!? Well, because I want to get better. And I want to learn the technicalities and methodology behind the music. With a few years experience under my belt, the learning process should go smoothly and hopefully I'll progress nicely. I don't need to know the basics - I just want to learn to shred and now's the perfect time to do that. So that should be cool. Apparently the guy I'm learning under is pretty wicked and is very much into classic rock, jazz and improvisation. Maybe I'll actually learn how to solo! Wowee!
My room is frickin' freezin'. So there's a show at Neutral on Thursday - Hollywood Swank, Springloaded, Johnny Dumptrucks and the Burn it Downs. I'll be going out to that to show my support for Mista Dehaan.
School this semester is going to suck, but oh well. It always does during the winter semester.
I had my first customer complaint against me last Saturday. It kinda freaked me out. I really have to be more patient with custies. I hate to say this, but maybe if the guy wasn't such a fag, then maybe he wouldn't have been so sensitive about me saying to him, "sorry, I'm helping another customer right now," while walking back to where I WAS helping another customer. Then he asked one of my co-workers to speak to our manager without even confronting me about it. Jesus. Yeah, I'm an asshole. But remember the scene in Boondock Saints where Willem Dafoe is lying in bed with his boyfriend, slaps him and says, "you're such a fag?" If I was gay, that'd be me.
Man, I want this:
http://www.ebgames.com/ebx/product/257882.asp