Super Metroid Intro Fail

I was just trying out a Super Metroid hacking utility, and apparently the text editing has more restrictions than they let on.If you look closely, the text is at the top, reduced to a ghost by two cutscenes running simultaneously. Samus and the exploding Mother Brain never went away from the first scene, then the intro skipped to the last scene, which stuck as the final line of text went across the top. I only did what the instructions said I could, and look what happened! It appears the lab computers are blowing up. Sometimes I'm surprised this machine doesn't do so itself.

Random thoughts on the health care debate:

I knew the bill was dangerous when all I heard from the proponents was that the current system is messed up. That kind of logic going into the bill is a bright red flag. Changing a bad situation doesn't mean you'll make it better! This is like using Lysol on raw chicken instead of cooking it to eliminate the bacteria. It's the wrong fix, and we'll suffer greatly from it.

Tonight all I heard from the liberals was "We're doing the right thing!" Reeeally? And you're a great sorcerer. And I'm the king of Cashmere. (~Madmartigan, Willow) A statement that bland isn't even an argument. This is a lame attempt to gain support by easing people's consciences through unaccounted moral support -- empty assurance at it's best.

Pelosi's laugh is unprofessional and unnerving. I must photoshop her head onto Dolores Umbridge.

"Americans will come to remember this day!" You bet they will. Only they won't care about your "justice" and whatnot; when the country is in an even worse situation than it is now, they will remember this day and despise you for it.

The old computer is back up.

And now it's running Windows XP, which I don't like as well as 2000, with the exception of a handful of programs running inherently faster. At any rate, I now have access to my ideas and ambitions of old, though they are amidst virtual cobwebs now.

***FLASH***
The computer just hallucinated that the shift key was being held constantly. Then it deleted everything I was typing and tried to navigate away from this web page. After logging out, logging back on was impossible. A reboot was necessary to neutralize the threat.


Sooooooooo. This kind of stuff is why I'm going to buy a Macbook. Plus, by the time I get stuff sorted out from the long period of downtime and the randomly corrupting transition to XP, I might as well have waited to get my own computer and hand-pick the stuff I want to transfer, enabling a fresh and uncluttered start. Such would also make it simpler to deal with the programs, etc. I have that are now a version or two behind.

Anyway, it's now at least possible for me to blog should I have the time and mind to, but I can't promise anything as my personal projects are still going to be on hold for the most part. I also apologize for all the stuff that I would have blogged when I couldn't. Some great (and original) material, from jokes to serious rationalizations, never made it here, but the moments have past and the most practical thing I can do now is just let the missed be missed.

On a personal note, my life in general has been in a rut for some time, but there are signs of it finally getting better. I mention this in part because one's psychological state has almost as much affect on blogging as computer issues do. To be honest, I envy the first months of my blog. I desire the state of life I was in then, with freedom and creativity flowing betwixt the banks of responsibility and well-being. I hope to arrive at that stream once more, but the mist from the mountains of college and adulthood change obscures my vision. A lamp dances through the fog, but I never find myself catching its guiding ray. The most solid object is that of a side-road that would bear me off to the detour of a fifth year in high school; and though I choose to walk it, I cannot now discern what the road is made of. It seems to shift as a gaze upon it, and at times I wonder if the distortion results from heat waves that would burn my feet. I'll take the burns if I must, trusting that a cool pond lies somewhere along the path.

(I am sick of American literature.)

Computers are even less predictable than my life.

So, I haven't been able to do ANYTHING blog-wise because the computer inexplicably ceased to connect to any secure sites. Now, all of a sudden, I can access any https AND the parental controls seem to have ceased restricting my browsing (if altogether I dare not explore, but I can get to some sites that aren't really bad but have been blocked for one reason or another -- like brawlsnapshots.com, for one).

Given that my life is too hectic to do any more than write up this little complaint and disprove rumors of my death, I am actually annoyed that it's now even possible to get on with organizing my list of "to-blogs." It's just another distraction at the moment!

NES Games Are Super-Resilient

I know it's been all video games here lately, but hey, I'm a nerd with a currently disorganized life and VG stuff is easy to share -- provided the audience is receptive. So here's to posting stuff on a blog that only four people and a couple gamers ever read, because I can.

Behold another reason to be an old-school gamer.

Childhood Games

My dad was talking the other day about growing up in his family, and how he sort of gave his older brother a run for his money regarding being the top boy. "However," he said, "when we'd play Batman and Robin, he was always Batman and I was always Robin."

Interesting comparison. When SC and I were kids we'd play spoken text-adventure games, and he was always the narrator and I the player. Forget who knows how to use the Batarang, I had to deal with reverse- deus ex machina.

Dad should have known how nerdy we were back then.

Happy New(?) Year!

Apologies to non-VG-nerds =)