So I spent the vast majority of this weekend playing Okami. And it was fucking awesome. Wait, no, it was bad because we're coming into the last two weeks of school and everyone knows that means all your big shit is due. At the same time. With San Francisco colder than a witch's tit, it's the perfect time to blow off assignments and finals to steep yourself in some good old Japanese history and ass-slapping monkeys. But hey guys, it's cool. This is one of those Based On a True Story things. So now, thanks to Okami I can debate complicated Japanese art and culture with the best of them. In fact, I don't even need to take Asian Art History anymore. This game is so good, you will be able to use it as a prerequisite for all your upper division Japanese-y courses.
Amaterasu is a fucking party animal. Not only does she encourage drunkards to drink more more, she will go on sake runs for them and get all 8 heads of a dragon waaaasted by forcefully using her celestial powers to draw a line of sake from golden sake pool to growly dragon mouth. The mark of a truly great god - since I'm back to where I left off last time, I don't have much else to say.
I have to apologize for not posting a real entry as opposed to YouTube crap in forever for a while. I'm sure you all miss those entries about my irlife of sex and espionage. I did finally
get a tumbler to spam with shit, so you guys should check that out and see just how much worse things could be. Similarly you guys should tell me the names of yours if you have one.