When I got to my friend Abi’s place a few weeks ago, she was playing a game I had never seen before. As she walked left and right, the game’s time went back and forth. If she killed something and then walked left, it would magically come back to life. I was instantly intrigued. After she figured out the puzzle she was doing, she showed me the concept of the game: you can rewind when you make a mistake to go back. There are elements in each “chapter” that change the game up a little like green items that are not affected by rewinding and in one chapter, a shadow you that will redo actions while you do something else if you rewind. The game looked amazing, so I decided I had to get it. People had been talking about it to me for a while too, that didn’t hurt.
So I bought it. And the first world or two were really fun but then my inability to do things started to frustrate me. It wasn’t that I couldn’t figure out what to do, but I had a hard time enacting the puzzle answers. It pretty much all comes down to how shitty I am at platformers.
But Dan, who is much better than me, plowed through the short game quickly. He helped me beat the last two worlds and then set me free on the last part where time runs backwards! I really enjoyed playing that, and the twist was really great. But there’s an element of meta gaming that is pretty irritating to me.
After you beat it, you don’t get the “true” ending unless you do a few things you couldn’t have known about previously and something that’s a true kick in the pants. Over all, I think I would have enjoyed it a lot more if I was just better at the game, but I think it’s worth the cheap purchase price. Just know you’re going to have to look up some things because there’s literally zero way to know how to get the final end without prior knowledge.
Dan and I order carry out on occasion. Our apartment door is separate from the rest of the building and to get to our place, there are a few steps leading down into a small landing with a drain in it. Snow gathers there and so do fliers and random trash. Recently we found a plastic fork sitting on one of the steps. We had no idea how it got there, but guessed it was from a delivery.
We didn’t want to move it. I don’t know why, but we decided it needed to stay there.
My best friend Chris came into town on Friday and we told him about the fork. Dan worked on Saturday morning and Chris and I decided to go get Taco Bell. Right before we left Chris made a joke about how we should get a spork and put it on the step next to the fork. He made a comment about how he thought the sporks were black and if Dan made a comment about it how we could ask him if he was racist against black sporks.
Dan got home before we did, and I placed the spork on the step before we went in to the apartment. When we left later that night to go out to a bar, he saw it. “They’re multiplying!” He said, looking up at the windows above our place. I think he thought it was coming from our upstairs neighbors. “All we need now is a spoon.”
And then today, we went to Wendy’s. Dan was with us, but I was able to sneak a third spoon into my pocket (two went into the frosty). As he unlocked the door, I quietly stood behind Chris and put the spoon between the spork and the fork.
Dan decided we needed to take the ferrets outside so they could play with the snow, but he missed seeing the spoon a few times because he was so engrossed with Mal snorting around. When he finally saw the spoon, he blamed me and said I put one of the frosty spoons there, but I countered saying he was the one that actually threw the cup away, so there was no way.
I still didn’t admit it was me, but he’ll know now.
I was reading my old livejournal entries for a project for school. It made me remember how I used to literally write down everything I did each day, so I thought I’d do an experiment and do that for today.
This morning, I woke up and played on the internet for a bit. I decided not to take a shower, even though I look a little bit like a hobo right now. My hair is really long and it’s kind of greasy because I was doing a long ass stream (meaning playing video games for the internet) for donations and stuff. I usually, on Sunday, stream for free for like 3 to 4 hours, but this was an elongated one where people paid me to play stuff. I earned a bunch of money, so that was great. I bought a camera to make up for the one that was stolen out of my house a few months ago and right now it’s charging. It’s an HD flip cam thingy, and I’m hoping it’s gonna be as awesome as I think it will be.
I went to class. I’m not really feeling the Gay and Lesbian lit class I’m taking. The people in the class and I don’t seem to get along very well, but I like my teacher so it’s not a huge deal.
Then, in the hour and a half between classes, I went and did some research on my LJ into the past for the nonfiction workshop class I’m taking. I’ve been writing about someone in my past who I don’t talk to anymore and I needed to remember more. It’s been a few years. I wish I had written more stuff in my LJ back then, but I don’t really write much now either.
After my Queer Poetry class (which I hadn’t gone to in two weeks but my teacher was ok with it and really nice and helpful into getting me caught up), I came home and talked to Kris for a bit about the past shit again. Dustin just finished playing Indigo Prophecy which had a really shitty ending, in my opinion. I was going to write, but reading all this history shit makes me wanna not. I’ll probably play some Katamari Forever (addicccccted) and maybe look at my camera a bit and make some videos for youtube. If I feel like it.
Dan’ll be home in an hour or so and then we’ll watch Venture Bros (woo the show is back!) and then I’ll have to go to sleep so I can get up early enough for class tomorrow.
That’s my life. I actually did stuff today, so it was more interesting than “sat on the couch and played video games” which some days end up being. I like having Dustin here, but I also like my privacy. I accept that Dan probably has even less since we’re BOTH always here, but I’m sure he’ll survive.
Today I was completely spazzing out for a few reasons. I was talking to both Dan and Dustin over AIM, and it made me realize what polar opposites they are in attitude. This is not a bad thing; I found it to be really helpful.
Dan’s a really positive person and when I say things about how everything’s fucked and I don’t know what to do, he responds with, “Don’t worry. We will figure things out.” That can be annoying as fuck to me, but he always seems to look on the positive side of things. When I tell Dustin everything is fucked, his response is usually, “Yup.” He’s not a pessimist. He’s just, well, a nihilist and he looks on the plain side of life, doesn’t sugar coat anything. Dan doesn’t sugar coat, but he knows how to point out the good things.
I find I’m neither of those two types: I’m a pessimist, through and through. I expect the worse most of the time and when I get my hopes up, I usually find things don’t work out. That’s just how I see it, and I’m sure Dan and Dustin would see it otherwise. But having both of their opinions is really helpful.
On the continuing story of my shitty health (the most recent two posts being the most relevant), the antifungal pills I’ve been taking for the past three weeks haven’t done shit. The infection has continued to spread.
I cannot get my hands wet. This means I can’t shower, use a mouse, or hold a controller (which causes my hands to sweat). It means I can’t work because of the blisters all over my palms and fingers. Dustin’s been here, so it’s been nice since he can do things to amuse me like play video games and shit. I can still type, but I really don’t have the urge to write anything while this is going on.
Dan and I have started using other methods of trying to kill this obviously hearty fungus. For a few days, I did apple cider vinegar baths on my hands, twice a day. I took pictures before and after, if you’re curious to see. It really seemed to help (it almost completely nullifies the itch) but it hurts almost unbearably and we used up a huge bottle already, so I need to take a break from that. Yesterday, I started using Lotrimin cream on my left hand only to see if it’s going to work. I’m paranoid that it’s gonna make things worse because it’s a cream.
Either way, it’s prevented me from working, which is bad because I’m already extremely low on funds and it doesn’t help when I can’t work and will probably need to go to the doctor again.
It makes me despondent and anxious. I can’t do my normal stress relievers like play video games; I can’t shower, though Dan is awesome and washed my hair for me the other day; and I can’t enjoy Dustin’s time here, which is pretty short. It’s just frustrating all around.
Dan has this habit of wanting to set the alarm for 8:00am. I have a habit of wanting to stay up late. Last night, I decided to stay up til about 2:30am or so, and he fell asleep a bit earlier; however, I was the one the alarm woke up at the ass end of dawn. He changed the alarm over to go off again at 9:00am, which is what I usually ask him. “Dan,” I say, “Eight is really early to wake up since we stay up pretty late.” He always says, “Well, nine is almost like sleeping in, so I’m gonna get up at eight.” So there I was, awake, with Dan sleeping next to me. At 8:00am. So I punched him in the leg until he was awake. Everyone was joyous and now I’m gonna take a nap later.
So I’m back from Dan’s sister Patty’s wedding. Patty and Marco got engaged New Years 2008, and somewhere early in that year, she got pregnant. They decided to wait to have the wedding, which I think was a great choice. It’s obvious how much the two love each other and the baby. The ceremony was really great, and I had a lot of opportunity to take pictures.
For some reason, when I updated wordpress for my photoblog, it won’t let me post from flickr, so I’m having issues with it. Here’s a link to the set from the weekend.
Marco’s family is Mexican and some don’t speak any English at all, so the ceremony was bilingual, which was fun. Also, Dan makes retarded faces.
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About As a poet, I feel like any photography I do will always be a reflection of the words I use. When I think, I think in words, not images, unlike visual artists. This site houses a minimalist dream log, my poetry including poems from You May Waltz To Your Doom In Sanguine Stained Shoes, my photography, and a blog with Let's Play related entries.
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