Why Jelly?
What have I been doing with my time, you might ask, and indeed you would be posing a question that I often level at myself. What HAVE I been doing with my time?
Well, THIS, of which I am proud.
The shot was taken behind the kit during some kind of slacker-garage pseudo jam. I'm somewhere in there, bathed in golden fuzz.
In an almost yearly tradition I have wrapped myself in a blanket of Metroid Prime, this time working my way through the infuriating clusterfuck that is Echoes. The game is entertaining in that it presents the standard Prime-series control scheme and feel, but somehow manages to ring a much less satisfying chord than the first offering from Retro. Still, i can't make myself stop.
I have been slogging through season after season of Stargate SG-1, which I am sure to have labeled as pop sci-fi trash at some point in my history, but which not unlike Babylon 5 has climbed up out of the mists of scorn to bask in the light of comforting. Something about watching MacGyver play a military planet hopper with a heart of gold...I don't know. Anyway, it's a universe I don't mind revisiting. I am holding out hope for a James Spader cameo.
Anyone out there ever see the Secretary? Christ.
I cowrote a comic. Most of you will already know that and are intimately familiar with the production schedule. The rest of you can look forward to it coming into existence sometime in the year 2058, some 100 years AFTER the in-story events take place. Well, maybe before then, but only if I bribe our artists with Japanese pornography and cheap import videogames. Hold on a second...
uh.
I played a game of DnD two weekends ago, right before I headed to see a boob sequeezing statue at the Osaka Nanko Intec Center:
Okay, there was another event going on, but come on! Boob Squeezing Statue!
I have to say that both the DnD and Nintendo events happening were, in fact, HAPPENING. Seriously. If you haven't cast Shocking Grasp on a shadowy arch-necromancer via your Spectral Hand, well, I know what you are missing. That may not be very appealing to some people, but certainly spending the better part of an 8 hour public event in line waiting for a 5-10 minute session on a videogame system that is already demoing for free in stores across America ought to peak your interest. No? Well screw you, because both are awesome. Seriously.
In standard Winter Fashion, I have prepared the Pajero for the onslaught of snowy chaos, and have filled the iPod with appropriate metal, from classic Iron Maiden anthems to new wave Mnemic violence. I am hoping the audio-gression will help me kick a cold that has lingered for a few weeks now.
Anyway, that's about it for this month. More coming after I get around to my email. Again, most of you know just how that goes.
Well, THIS, of which I am proud.
The shot was taken behind the kit during some kind of slacker-garage pseudo jam. I'm somewhere in there, bathed in golden fuzz.
In an almost yearly tradition I have wrapped myself in a blanket of Metroid Prime, this time working my way through the infuriating clusterfuck that is Echoes. The game is entertaining in that it presents the standard Prime-series control scheme and feel, but somehow manages to ring a much less satisfying chord than the first offering from Retro. Still, i can't make myself stop.
I have been slogging through season after season of Stargate SG-1, which I am sure to have labeled as pop sci-fi trash at some point in my history, but which not unlike Babylon 5 has climbed up out of the mists of scorn to bask in the light of comforting. Something about watching MacGyver play a military planet hopper with a heart of gold...I don't know. Anyway, it's a universe I don't mind revisiting. I am holding out hope for a James Spader cameo.
Anyone out there ever see the Secretary? Christ.
I cowrote a comic. Most of you will already know that and are intimately familiar with the production schedule. The rest of you can look forward to it coming into existence sometime in the year 2058, some 100 years AFTER the in-story events take place. Well, maybe before then, but only if I bribe our artists with Japanese pornography and cheap import videogames. Hold on a second...
uh.
I played a game of DnD two weekends ago, right before I headed to see a boob sequeezing statue at the Osaka Nanko Intec Center:
Okay, there was another event going on, but come on! Boob Squeezing Statue!
I have to say that both the DnD and Nintendo events happening were, in fact, HAPPENING. Seriously. If you haven't cast Shocking Grasp on a shadowy arch-necromancer via your Spectral Hand, well, I know what you are missing. That may not be very appealing to some people, but certainly spending the better part of an 8 hour public event in line waiting for a 5-10 minute session on a videogame system that is already demoing for free in stores across America ought to peak your interest. No? Well screw you, because both are awesome. Seriously.
In standard Winter Fashion, I have prepared the Pajero for the onslaught of snowy chaos, and have filled the iPod with appropriate metal, from classic Iron Maiden anthems to new wave Mnemic violence. I am hoping the audio-gression will help me kick a cold that has lingered for a few weeks now.
Anyway, that's about it for this month. More coming after I get around to my email. Again, most of you know just how that goes.