Friday night, MK and I went to went to Barcade, which was the location of Robin’s 25th birthday celebration. Among Robin’s peeps that were on-hand was Matt Singer, an old chum of MK’s and Robin’s whom I had seen since the lesbian wedding a few months back. Some of you may have read one of his film or comic reviews in the Village Voice, or seen him on television as an on-air personality for IFC. Really nice guy, despite the fact that he won’t admit that Popeye is indeed a spectacular film. At least he does a killer Hulk Hogan (again, both him and Robin quoted lines from a Hulkamania DVD which I have to get my hands on).
Singer and I both played Rampage together for a bit, as well as Gauntlet, 1942, and Rolling Thunder. I gave Ms. Pac Man a spin, and did pretty well, around 121,000 points, but it was no where near the 500,000+ that some guy earlier in the evening. Though I think I would have done better if not for the two annoying drunk chicks right next to me who wouldn’t stop screaming at Galaga. Plus I sorta gave up on Star Wars when some other drunk chick kept on elbowing me from behind. The place is in Willamsburg, plus it was a Friday night, so needless to say, the place was packed with hipster elite. It was funny how every single guy in that place (with scraggly beards, as the females in our party noted) was all dead-set focused on his game, with some trophy girlfriend standing to the side, looking on totally bored, and sporting “please stop playing your video game and please pay attention to me” body language. Fuck, I’m just pissed that I never got a single chance to play Super Mario Bros arcade (made worse by the fact that every-time I passed, the person who was playing just kept running into pits, but kept plunking in quarter after quarter).
Though the big excitement of the night was when Jenny Gonzales accidentally cut the tip of her finger when she reached into her bag and came into contact with a blade. She was bleeding fairly heavily, so I made multiple trips to the bar for extra napkins and towels, and eventually the first aid kit. Funny how the female bartenders didn’t seem to give a shit, while the guy were genuinely concerned. At one point, I went into the bathroom with Jenny to help clean and dress the wound; the first women who came in on us seemed definitely non-plussed by the sight of a guy in a women’s restroom, but the second one was totally cool and tried to see if she could so anything. At this point it was hard to tell if it was just a nasty cut or if stitches was needed, but luckily the girl’s boyfriend was a doctor, who looked at it and determined that it was a-okay. But it was pretty scary for a minute there…. enough to make me thankful that I have health insurance.
Once the place got too packed, Singer, Jenny, Robin, MK, and myself all went out for food. We walked around 20 minutes for some burrito joint, which we found, and the food was damn good (and hella cheap… $3 for a burrito!). And it helped me out with my stomachache which I had been nursing throughout the night (due to a nasty combo of greasy fries, beer, and a slice of cookie-puss). Afterwards, Singer when to the train station and MK & I dropped off Jenny and Robin at their places, which quickly became the “Jesus Christ, the roads in Brooklyn sure are FUCKED!” portion of the night. I swear to God, who the hell designed such shit? Where else in America is there a road which intersects five other one way streets, with only the sixth intersecting road going to the other way, which is the direction you need, and which immediately turns into a dead end?! I also love how there’s hardly any signs, and when there are, its at the last possible moment, and because of this, MK & I ended up going the wrong direction on the BQE, which meant we ended up in Queens at a certain point. And you’d think the way to go the other way would be available just as you got off, right? Of course not!
Saturday was the punk rock comic show, so beforehand MK & I stopped off at Joe’s. He was recently in Kentucky with Jeral Tidwell working on a new religious-themed comic book, and one of Jeral’s friends decided to film the process and ask questions, so we watched the making of DVD that was created as a result. As for the show itself, it was… interesting. Initially, I wondered how they were going to pack all the comic folks, along with tables for books, plus the bands together, and the answer was practically right next to each other. Comic cons can be hard to navigate as is, but when everyone’s just standing there to watch music, it makes things even more difficult. And the thing is, I had planned on ducking out once I realized that it conflicted with my roommate’s party, but felt bad for constantly no-showing Blackout Shopper’s gigs, so I finally said fuck it. But at the last minute they had to cancel due to Joey Methadone (the drummer) getting injured. Though at least I got the chance to hang and chat a bit with Mike Moosehead, plus Dave, John, Marion, Jenny, Abby, plus Steve Flack was around.
Afterwards, MK & I got home just as Stephy’s party was kicking off, which I hadn’t really told too many people about since I knew they were going to be at the show, and knew the last thing they would want to do after a comics thing is to lug their stuff all the way to Park Slope, and that was before it started to snow. Besides, after a long and stressful week at work, I really didn’t feel like partying it up anyway, so we just hung out in my room; I did work while MK played Pikmin 2. I also showed off Phoenix Wright (or “that lawyer game” as I describe it to most people) and she was instantly sold, much like Singer the night before. Then we watched the Trailer Park Boys DVD, which of course was awesome.
The next day, we just stayed indoors for the most part. I did some more work till about the early evening, and we finally made our way out for some dinner. There’s this BBQ joint near where I live that’s fantastic (I recall MK seeing it being mentioned as one of the main selling points for any apartment in the area that’s listed in Craigslist). I especially love how whenever anyone orders the ultra hot wings, the chef actually comes from the back to tell the person “Seriously, this isn’t a sales pitch, but when we say its hot, its really hot, so please think about it.” I did want to play around in the snow, but I had lost my gloves the night prior, but thankfully MK found them in her car (which she had to dig from underneath a huge pile of white to get).
I ended up spending most of the evening trying to figure out what is wrong my eMac. Its been a slow, flakey piece of crap since turning over to Tiger, and no amount of trouble-shooting seems to do any good; I’m great at doing the things one should do to maintain a healthy Mac, but when that fails, it can become a Herculean task when trying to simply diagnose the cause of a problems My biggest issue is that its slow as fuck when surfing the web. I’m talking practically dial-up speed sometimes. Part of it could be the fact that its seems as if there’s literally hundreds of folks trying to leech off my signal. I’ve taken steps to fight them off, but it doesn’t seem to work. And the fact that Stephy is less than computer savy, and how any change I make to the network affects her, requiring additional adjustments and resulting in additional problems sometimes, makes it all even more complicated that it already is (and maybe I’m a retard, but for me dealing with internet settings is a bitch). Though I have a feeling its my machine, in which everything is fucking slow as well (stuff is constantly chugging or freezing, even when I don’t do jack). I know its not exactly impressive these days, but a 1 Ghz processor and 1 gig of ram isn’t complete garbage either. I’ve tried running disc repair utilities like TechTool and DiscWarrior, and I can’t even get my system to boot off of them, though I was able to do so with the Apple Hardware Test disk that came with my system, and a diagnostic run-though which should have only taken 15 minutes took almost three times as long. I’m afraid I might actually have to lug my system to the city and have to some asshole at the Apple Store take a look, just to have him say I don’t know but tell me how at least it’s not a “PeeCee” or some other trite pro-Apple mantra.
I also played a few games, including Castlevania: Curse of Darkness and Destroy All Humans. First off, regarding Castlevania (quite a few folks have been asking how it is), I don’t know what I was thinking; the previous 3D Castlevania title, Lament of Innocence, to be boring and confusing, but since a new play mechanic was promised, I too the bait. And it is a bit different… but about 20 minutes in, I some lame ass demonic fairy following me which I have to tend to. Great. At the very least, I was hoping for a great looking game… the first one looked decent, and I was super impressed by screenshots for the new one. But it turns out, or at least this is the case for the PS2 version, the game looks like ass, with bland, muddy textures, and really bad drawn-in. And as MK comment, why does every character in the series have to be so damn gay?
As for Destroy All Humans, I know its a generally liked title (hell, Mike Rovin is its #1 fan, and he’s super hard to impress) but it, like all sandbox games, just doesn’t click with me. I guess I should don’t like running around aimlessly, with only a vague sense of what’s going on, and hoping to “run into” where I’m suppose to be or do something correct. Also, one of my pet peeves in most games is their sense of humor, or their lack there of. You’d think the low budget 50′s sci-fi motif would be enough be enough without drawn out comedic interludes. I used to roll my eyes at my non-gaming friends, but now I’m totally in their boat; sometimes I just want to skip the talk and get to the action.
Anyway, its Monday, and the winter wonderland of yesterday has given way to a slushy hell. I spent my entire lunch hour at an Indian restaurant watching some truck trying to get out of a snowdrift. Otherwise, there’s not too much going on… Fucking Konami Week has officially launched at insert credit, so I think I’ll celebrate by giving Gradius Gaiden a spin, plus finally boot up Castlevania Dawn of Sorrow later tonight. I should also probably play some Spartan Total Warrior, since I promised to pass along my two cents to some folks at Sega. Also, someone posted this transforming robot video, which is pretty keen. Plus the GoogleVideo/YourTube thread has really grown since I last checked, and I know there’s a shitload of awesomeness in there.
By the way, now everyone can get a taste of John’ s latest game! The demo for Nearly Departed just came out, and I highly recommend everyone give it a try, especially if you’re a fan of old Lucasarts point-and-click adventures like Monkey Island and Sam & Max.
And finally, here’s a pic of Joel’s astromech collection, via his birthday party this past weekend. I’m so jealous. Plus I really have to get Guitar Hero one of these days…