Anime-ish electrically-crackling sight lines? Oh, it just got REAL!

This is a common problem, I’ve found. People with refridgerator’s full of food that they are honestly going to end up throwing away in a month when representatives from the small colonies that have reached civilization within it are wanting to broker trade negotiations. Which really makes every single person in America a murderer when you really start to think about it.

Which brings me to my next point: Spore is awesome and I need to buy it and play it more.I apologize for the lack of comics over the last couple of weeks. I would like to blame it on life, but I really can only pin it on my own laziness. Can’t even blame video games. For the most part.

Like Street Fighter IV, that one I can blame, and fully intend to do so in an upcoming comic. It is the one video game that has come out in the last several years that I can say makes me both incredibly nostalgic and astonishingly infuriated at the same time.

By the way, you may hear other complain about Crimson Viper (Yeah, I spelled out her name. I do that.), but the real pain in the figurative posterior is Zangief (pronounced Zan-gyev, not Zan-geef). The guy can grab and inflict his own special brand of pain any time he wants to. In the air? Grabbed. Crouching? Caught. Super attack? Nabbed. Ultra attack? Plucked and pretzel’d.

In the course of playing through Arcade Mode, I have said… things. Things I am not proud of, that would make a teamster with Tourette’s blush. Words that I imagine do not have been defined, not even by the Urban Dictionary.

My cat was both shocked and apalled, and she never has any idea what I’m saying.

I’ve been reading, again. A lot, really. I’m currently in the midst of three tomes: Beyond Varallan by S.L. Viehl, The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan, and The Soprano Sorceress by L. E. Modesitt, Jr. Of these three, Jordan’s definitely stands out as easily the best. Viehl’s Stardoc novels are interesting until she tries to add human drama to it. Ms. Viehl, a word. Your novels are essentially ER in space, and they couldn’t pull off the personal drama thing either. Triage care is intense enough, the rest is extraneous. Drop it.

As for Modesitt’s book, this is actually the second time through it, the first time back when I was naught but a high school freshman. I remembered it being a lot better back then, but then today’s high school students think Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight series is the pinnacle of contemporary literature. Now, I read the entirety of that series in about a week last year, while on a road trip to Washington, and I discovered that the less I thought about it, the more I enjoyed it. There’s a similar methodology to enjoying Modesitt’s books. Stop thinking about it, and just read it, and a fun time can be had.

Oh, that brings me to another, completely strem-of-consciousness, unscripted thought: Why do we need critics?

Seriously, do we really care what they have to say? If there’s a movie coming out that we want to see, we’re more than likely going to see it no matter what the critical response to it is. The ultimate measure by which we decide if something is good or not is did it entertain you? If it did, great! If not, oh well.

Take Cloverfield, a critically-acclaimed movie. I hated it. Thought it was one of the worst movies, outside of B-movies which are almost supposed to be bad, I had ever seen. Nothing made sense. The character development was non-existant, even on the part of the monster. Every monster in any movie has some sort of motivation for causing mass destruction, except the Cloverfield monster. The “shot by amateur’s with a hand-held camcorder” cinematography only served to add nauseating (literally) frustration to the film.

Ugh.

Where was I before that whole verbal castigation? Oh, yeah, books. Uh… Eye of the World is awesome, in fact, the whole Wheel of Time series is a great read. Someone once said to me it was filled with rampant sexism, but I never really caught on to that.

Okay, that’s about all I’ve got. Thanks for sticking with me and my neglectfulness, especially those who actually read this whole epoch-length rant. Hopefully we’ll get this freight train back on track.

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