11/16/2004

Do Not Trust President Nick Nolte

by Matthew Edward Hawkins

- On friday night, MK and I finally watched K. Thor Jensen‘s Evil Video Volume 2. Nothing beats a good old fashioned mix videotape (on DVD) and this one was chock full of backyard wrestling, clips for old anti-drug & masturbation film strips, shitty 80′s ninja fights, and homeless people hurting themselves for some cheap laughs (and booze, or course). Unfortunately, my PS2 wouldn’t play the watch the whole thing (the DVD drivers on the thing is an oversensitive piece of shit) so I guess I’ll have to copy it to different media (Apple own DVD-R discs are bar-none the best, but expensive as hell).

The DVD got me thinking about TV Carnage, which I had heard about from a while ago but never bothered to investigate. But upon further inspection, it just doesn’t seem to hold much promise in the area of wacky Japanese variety show clips and footage of people getting hurt. And they’re way too expensive for seemingly water-downed versions of stuff that folks like Thor, Joe, and myself have been doing for years now.

Plus, watching Thor’s video reminded me that I really need to convert my stuff to DVD. I think people are simply tired of me talking about Iranian Alf and just want to see it. Plus, I need to convert Taste of Bread, the film that Dave and I did a whiles back. Every time I show it (like I did for MK earlier in the week) I’m afraid the tape is going to snap.

So I guess it was appropriate that to end the television viewing portion of the evening, I introduced MK to Concrete TV. Among the reasons why I choose to stay in NYC, Concrete has to be on the very top of the list. There’s nothing more soothing that watching clip after clip after clip of cars exploding and people screwing. Though I still miss Madam Chao’s

- But before that, and also on Manhattan cable access, was a clip of a Moog Cookbook performance in Japan. Actually, I had seen the clips years before, but had no idea who the hell they were. But thanks to MK’s vast knowledge of music, I was able to purchase their CD from Amazon; I have a real thing for their rendition of Black Hole Sun… it’s almost as good as Cibo Matto’s.

- MK also introduced me to Eugene Mirman dot com. His video from the future and the anti-pot one are easily the best.

- The next morning, I got a call from Robin who was game shopping and came across a Genesis CDX (a portable Genesis and Sega CD combo) for just $40. Since he knows how much a gaming fetishist I am, he offered to pick it up for me if I was interested, and indeed I was. But I also asked Robin to make sure it worked as well, and he did, and it didn’t. But I really have to give Robin credit for letting me on a major possible coup like that (hey it takes one diehard gaming nerd to know another I guess), though I really wish it would have worked. The CDX was the Sega Holy Grail back in the day, and to finally get one would be a fulfillment of destiny of sorts. Though its funny how even ten plus years later, there’s only five legitimately good games for the system (Sonic CD, Silpheed, Snatcher, Popful Mail, and Shining Force CD).

- Later that night, MK & I, along Dave & Raina, had dinner with Michele (who’s Dave’s sister) & Rob in their neck of the woods, Jersey City (which I actually used to live at as well). Afterwards we all watched the original Dawn of the Dead, which was the first time for a few in attendance. I saw it years ago of course; when I was a little kid, my parents would rent any horror flick they could get their hands on each and every Friday night, and they had no qualms about me joining them. So while most kids were enjoying classics like Re-Animator among friends in their early teens, much to their folks’ chagrin, I had already seen it when I was six, along with classics like Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Hills Have Eyes, God Made Me Do It, and others. Maybe that makes sense why I saw (and understood) Clockwork Orange when I was eight.

Anyway, it’s a great flick, due in large part to it’s cast of zombies, like the little league zombie, nun zombie, and of course, the hari krishna zombie. But it got me thinking about possible “what if” scenarios with Rob, such as “What if a paraplegic was made into a zombie. Would he be able to walk? After all, zombies have super strength.” or “What if a drug users was made into a zombie. Would he crave human flesh and heroin?” There were loads others (much funnier ones as well) but I sorta forgot them all.

- We got home in time to catch SNL. Of course it sucked, what else is new? But I think they really dropped the ball with this week’s edition, the first new one since the election. You know, there used to be a point where SNL could be relied upon with some good political bite, or at least an attempt at it (clumsy or unfunny as it might be). But instead, all we got was some throw away sketch to open the show and that’s it. Seriously, what a disappointment.

I also love how Weekend Update at this point is like half the show. Though I don’t know why it just occurred to me: if I was a primary reason for the show being so bad (like being the head writer), I guessing I’d probably try to put myself in the show as much as possible while I still had a chance for some face time like Tina Fey seems to be doing.

Much later in the evening was a classic SNL, like NBC always plays 3 in the morning. It was the one where Eddie Murphy guest hosted, who was actually filling in for Nick Nolte since he was too sick to host (at the time, Murphy was still a cast member), but they were both in the same movie (48 Hours) so it still made perfect sense. 22 years later and it still held up as a damn fine, and still very watchable (at least for me) episode. It just goes to show the disparaging difference in the quality of the show in past few decades. And no this isn’t nostalgia talking, the show simply used to have a timeless quality, both in terms of the material and the performers, which was actually present up until a few years ago. Anyone who says they wouldn’t mind watching what we have today in repeat form in ten years time cannot be serious.

- But before that, MK & I got a late, late snake at Tom’s Restaurant, which happens to be that place that you see Jerry & company eat on Seinfeld (at least the exterior). They have without a doubt the greatest milkshake in all of New York; its good enough for me to want it, despite the frigid walk to the place. Plus their menu is pure genius: most diners have just a hamburger, which is just the sandwich plain, and for a few dollars more the hamburger deluxe, which is the sandwich plus lettuce and tomato with some fries. But what if you don’t want the lettuce and tomato? You end up paying for something you don’t want. But at Tom’s Resturant, they have the hamburger special where it’s just fries, no toppings, and is priced accordingly right in the middle. Once again, genius!

Unfortunately they attract dumb, drunken white bread Columbia students, and we got there at the peak time for their obnoxious antics. Every guy had a retarded nickname like “Gootch” or “Sully” or something equally stereotypical. They were also totally acting gay-ed out, giving each other “soulful” hand-slaps and salutations. Meanwhile, right next to the really annoying table (which happened to be behind us, or course) was a trio of blacks who, besides being quiet of course, looked positively mortified by the spectacle of it all. As for the opposite gender, every girl was a “Jen” or a “Tiffany” and seemed totally sloshed, as well as acting loud and loose. You could swear that most had just given their guy friend a blowjob and was set to go another round with his best friend.

The night ended super late with a viewing of Pee Wee’s Big Adventure, which MK had never seen (amazing, huh?) though we only got through the first quarter or so. I swear, that fight between Pee Wee and Francis at the tub and his dad reacting to the trick gum never gets old.

- The next day I tried getting back to work, but I was too distracted by…

… a new video featuring the DS, with much of it dedicated to showing off the oh-so cute Puppy Times (hey Mac users, you’ll need to get MPlayer or VLC to see it, which all of you should have anyway).

… and another DS vid from Japan, which apparently is old (shows how behind I’ve been on things). Actually, it’s mostly stuff from that another video I mentioned a whiles back, but this time there’s just more of it. I like the new look of Pac Pix. Plus, notice how Metroid Prime hunters, the game being pushed the most here, is buried all the way at the back of the clip.

… a commercial featuring a transforming car. Not a big fan of the dancing (leave that to Soundwave, okay folks?) but the animation and the robot’s design is pretty top notch.

… even more commercials, this time for McDonald’s in Japan.

… hey, remember the boyfriend’s arm pillow? Well for the guys out there, here’s a girlfriend’s lap pillow.

… a bunch of hackers who have managed to hack Dead or Alive Ultimate and make all the female characters naked. Granted, it isn’t exactly new… folks have been doing this since Dead or Alive 2 on the PS2 years ago, but this was the first time I actually went to the source and read what these people have to say to each other. And it’s actually more frightening than the pictures themselves.

… boys & girls, the Resident Evil 4 chainsaw controller. I like it better than the Onimusha 3 katana controller.

- Right now, it’s 3 in the morning, very late Monday night/very early Tuesday afternoon. I didn’t go to work cuz I’m not feeling so hot. I should be sleeping, but I can’t due to an annoying cough. Plus I really need a haircut.

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11/12/2004

47 Is The Magic Number?

by Matthew Edward Hawkins

Generally speaking, I’m a pretty busy guy, but this week has been rather insane. And considering the time of year it is, it’s only going to get crazier. It’s been especially difficult trying to keep abreast of the news, so with that in mind, please excuse the lateness…

- First up is a blog by a disgruntled wife of an EA employee.

The life of a game creator has it’s high and lows, but when you work for a large publisher, it’s mostly lows (I can attest to that), and this particular account is pretty hard hitting since it comes from a very personal level. After my experiences at Ubi Soft, I really do know what it feels like to get screwed over by a game making juggernaut.

Interestingly enough, shortly after that was published, then came another one, and without the safety of anonymity. More or less the same thing, and both speak of a problem that’s only going to get worse unless something changes…

And that something might be this. Hopefully it will lead to something that will ultimately make the industry healthier for everyone involved.

- It’s recently been revealed that Capcom has sold the right to the Street Fighter franchise to Capcom of America. Which means that any new Street Fighter games will have to come from the US, which is pretty doubtful (but not out of the questions). All this shows is what a piss poor job Capcom has done handling yet another one of their major IPs. Alongside Mega Man and Resident Evil, once Capcom strikes gold, sooner or later, they’ll make everyone sick of it.

- Also revealed was a special edition of Gran Turismo 4 featuring a tie-in with Nike (and only in Japan, of course). Included with the game are shoes and a t-shirt…

… which if you are filmed by an EyeToy while playing will unlock a special Nike concept car…

Neat idea, but I’m afraid of this becoming a major trend. Also, that shirt is actually pretty weaksauce (I have a thing for game related shirts and a pretty big snob about it, hence my hatred for Hot Topic attire).

- As the release of the DS approaches, new info, such as the contents of the box, is coming to light. One of the more interesting things is actually the included wrist strap because it also doubles as a “thumb strap”. At the end is tiny bit of plastic that sits at the end of your thumb, and is supposed to act as a alternate means to touch the screen if you plan on not using the stylus. It’s another one of things that Nintendo does that’s very smart on one hand, but looks rather awkward and even stupid on the other.

Speaking of the stylus, I guess extras are included since I see that they’re selling them in packs of three. Those fuckers had better not cost more than one dollar.

- I finally got Technic Beat! I ordered it from eBay earlier this week and it actually arrived, despite fears that there would be trouble. I purchased it from a seller who didn’t have a pic, which I never do, but I was so excited to see it listed, I simply rushed into things. Plus the fact that he was the only guy selling it made it seem sorta suspect as well.

Up until know I just couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. On Gamestop’s site they listed the game as being released, and via their store locator, some copies were supposedly available in the area. But when I called all of them, I heard the same damn thing, “We don’t have it”, and when I mentioned that the site says differently, I got “it’s wrong”, end of discussion. Meanwhile on EB’s site, they said the release date was December, even though many people across the country (everywhere but New York of course) are already playing it.

- Over at Insert Credit, Tim has named me the 47th best poster on the forums. Neato.

In other news…

- Here’s a commercial for jeans which, quite honestly, is one of the coolest things ever.

- And here’s what’s guaranteed to be the next big clothing trend amongst hipsters and
the techno-elite
. If this isn’t the final straw that drives the poor and angry against to yank said asshole’s iTunes ear buds out and punch them in the face, I don’t know what is.

- Please enjoy the musical stylings of Zladko, “Zlad” Vladcik.

- Got word that Night Court is finally coming out on DVD! And it’s about fucking time; Night Court is by far one of my most beloved shows from childhood. In fact, it had a huge part in me wanting to come to New York in the first place.

- Last night I met up with Gerry, and when I mentioned how many visits this blog gets (which I still can’t believe is more than four, including myself), he suggested I post some Google ads to generate revenue. So all people would have to do is simply click on the ads and I’d get a nickel. Even if just a few people bothered to do it, I could stand to get a cool hundred bucks. It is tempting…

- And finally, here’s a really funny pic of Raina Telegemeier and I from SPX:

… There’s tons more to tell, but I’m already running late as it is.

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11/09/2004

The Legend of the Big Stupid Box

by Matthew Edward Hawkins

FRIDAY
Spent the afternoon going to various game shops in a search of Technic Beat, which after delays, and even doubts, finally came out. Since I knew some folks who wanted a review, I tried obtaining a copy from Mastiff directly, but was unable to get even a response. I really shouldn’t bitch since I know the folks at Mastiff are probably awfully nice, and it must be work super hard to procure, localize, and distribute high quality but low profile Japanese titles, especially in a market that’s more or less run by Sony and EA. Though one has to wonder how long they’re going to survive if there seems to be very little effort put into helping those who want to evangelize the game and really wants to see it succeed.

Plus, I was not looking forward to running around the city in a mad search for yet another quirky Japanese title that no one had heard of, and especially with Halo 2′s release finally at hand. Katamari Damacy pretty much used up all that energy. So I just hit two stores, didn’t find it, and simply said fuck it. Plus it was the end of a crazy week and I was exhausted.

Later that evening, I went out to Jersey to hang out with MK at her place. The original plan was to catch the Incredibles, but since my stomach was being temperamental, I figured it was best to simply stay at home. Though we had no trouble entertaining ourselves, especially since MK has Father Ted on DVD!

SATURDAY
So we caught the movie the next day, along with Robin and MK’s friend Audrey. I won’t waste time going on and on about how phenomenal the film is on every level imaginable since you’ve either seen it already and know this as fact, or have heard everyone else state the same things. I won’t say it’s my favorite Pixar film, at least not yet, but it’s certainly up there. I just love how certain scenes, like the ones with Mr. Incredible at his day job, looked very real, in a stop motion kind of way. Plus, I totally dug the 007 vibe, especially with the music, and certain key camera movements. It’s extremely subtle, but anyone familiar with 60′s Bond flicks knows what I’m talking about.

And of course, there was an annoying kid sitting behind us all who wouldn’t shut up. If we were in New York, the mother would have been some ghetto trash who would have told her child to “Shut the fuck up! Don’t make me beat the shit out of you!” But in this case it was some pampered and spineless soccer mom who let her child just go on and on, since she was probably afraid that telling the brat to be quiet would fuck him up for life. It’s bad when a kid is talking so loudly when other kids his age find his shit annoying. But the movie was so amazing that I was able to tune it out; it was that good. Also, they didn’t play the Episode 3 trailer beforehand, and I don’t know why, but I’m sorta glad.

Later in the evening we all headed to Delaware for a (week after) Halloween costume party. Despite the odd timing, it turned out to be a total blast; it almost felt like one of those parties you see in teen movies, especially since there was mostly college kids in attendance, all drunk, all in wacky costumes, and all trying to hook up. This time I went as a Mexican wrestler who ran for congress but lost. MK was a sexy John Wilkes Booth, and Morgan, MK’s crazy friend whom I met during my SPX trip, was a sexy Abe Lincoln. Audrey was a fairy; one of the funnier moments was when she “brushed wings” with some girls dressed like a dark angel and I made them do a “flap-off” and they did! But the real star of the show was Robin who came dressed in a plain cardboard box with “Big Stupid Box” scribbled on front. When the crowd some him, they all went totally nuts (one guy even called it “legendary”). The best part was seeing people shove crackers, pizza, and beer into the eye hole, which I guess most people thought was the mouth. When I voiced my concern that Robin was going to get diarrhea, some dude dressed like a Caesar exclaimed “You’re officially my favorite person here!”and high fived me.

Other standouts at the party include some guy dressed like a punk from a Mad Max flick. When I asked him if he was from Road Warrior or Thunderdome, he simply said “I wanted to dress like Bugs Bunny, but I really didn’t pay attention to the cartoons.” Another person was this girl who, besides being a robot programmed to make drinks and do the bunny hop, was the party’s official drunk girl. At one point she started chugging a bottle of jagermeister and immediately threw up in the kitchen sink, with plenty of people eating food all around (much like during Team America, I covered MK’s ears and eyes). And drunk girl immediately asked for more beer. Later on she offered folks a glimpse of her panties, which evolved into her pulling down other people’s pants to stick her finger into their assholes. Plus she tumbled down a flight of stairs really hard. The girl who’s house we were at exclaimed “Why didn’t she just loosen up and slide down the steps?!”

There was a contest to vote who had the best costume and MK and Morgan won 2nd place! Robin should have placed (he was clearly a favorite), but when one of the winners was the aforementioned dark angel, drunk girl was quite vocal with her suspicion of nepotism. But the definite highlight was when some guy went into a diabetic fit and an ambulance was called in. It’s amazing how misinformation can spread, even among a small group; when one person asked what was going on, the first thing you heard was “He’s having a diabetic fit” which changed to “Fuck that, he’s drunk” to “Dude, I bet he’s on heroin.” to “Yeah, he’s totally on angel dust for sure.” Immediately, all the underage kids bolted due to fear of the cops showing up. Meanwhile I caught two girls who really did have hard drugs (cocaine) panic and try to figure a good place to stash the stuff. Everyone else quickly got out of their costumes… guess no one wanted to look stupid in front of the paramedics. After they finished up, the mood was rather somber, so to pick things up, the hostess popped in some porn, but it tuned out to be pretty nasty. But drunk girl’s commentary throughout was pretty funny.

All in all, a great party. In fact, I think I enjoyed myself perhaps more so than any other New York party in years. It’s hard to say why, but I guess it goes down to the fact that many New Yorkers simply do not know how to have fun. They’re either way too concerned with maintaining a certain image to enjoy themselves, or are afraid of mingling with a different social strata.

SUNDAY
I work up on the living room floor of the place to the strangest dream I’ve had in a while. I forget the first 75%, but the latter portion has me discovering Susan Sarandon was my next door neighbor who wanted me to smoke pot with her and her really sketchy friend. We had to travel in the woods and on side roads in the dead of night to reach the bottom of some highway overpass to smoke up. Next thing you know, we get attacked by some large animal, I’m running fast as hell into the darkness and down a steep slope, and end up at the corner of 42th St and 8th Ave, starring right at the Port Authority, which was holding a Tool concert. And among the large crowd were huge figures, the kind you see at parades or festivals, which people carry around via sticks, but they looked like scout troopers from Return of the Jedi, if they were anthropomorphic dogs…

We all got up, helped clean the house a bit, and headed out. Breakfast was the same place as dinner the night prior: Wawa’s, which MK promised we would visit at least once during my trip to Jersey. Once again, I have to bitch about New York: Wawa’s simply reminded me of how shitty and overpriced all the food is here. And after a sleepy drive back to New Jersey, I was dropped off at Hoboken, took the PATH to the city, got home, had a shower, and almost immediately went out again. The Advantage was playing in Willamsburg and Raina Lee recommended that I check them out. Basically, they’re another one of those rock bands that covers video game tunes.

Now anyone who knows me is well aware of my love for game music. Plus I’m totally into the remixing scene. So naturally, I’d be a sucker for the Advantage, right? Wrong. Actually, garage bands playing old NES tunes has been one of the more annoying side effects of the mainstream embracing gaming, especially the past. Seems like any hack can play the Super Mario theme on a bass guitar and look “cool.”

Plus, continuing on my “I hate New York” train of thought, I absolutely loath Willamsburg. I avoid going there like it’s the plague. What’s my beef precisely? The people, of course. They simply try way too hard to be artsy fartys and cool. Plus I love how the main drag has all these stupid clothing boutiques that has stuff that 90% of the neighborhood can’t afford. I know the people there get off on the fact that they’re all “artists”, but in my artist days, I could barely afford my one meal a day of ramen, so how these folks manage to maintain their strict diet of ultra trendy vegan eats, let alone the $3,3000 rent for a studio is beyond me. And being makes me positively ashamed to be wearing black, plastic framed glasses.

But, I trust Raina, plus we rarely get to hang out, so I went anyway. I got to the place early enough to catch some of the opening bands, including the last couple songs from the first act (I forget their name) and they were pretty decent. The second act had a really pretentious name (narcissist-something) so it’s no surprise that the singer seemed like a total dick. He took like twenty minutes between songs to fine-tune his guitar (which dragged their act on forever) and acted (and spoke) like the second coming. Plus he had two mikes for no good reason. But thing is, they were actually pretty fucking good, hence why I really wish I remembered the name. And the drummer was amazing; he was going at it so hard that his drum set broke down like twice.

As for the Advantage themselves, they were okay I guess. I’m beginning to believe there’s an unwritten law for any band that does game tunes that they have to do a song from Castlevania, Ghost & Goblins, and/or Contra. There were a few interesting and obscure covers, but every time I was close to being hooked, they pulled old something totally clich?d (thank God they didn’t do the theme from Zelda, or I would have lost it). And their rendition of the Wily Castle theme from Mega Man 2 was a total cluster fuck. But the obligatory Contra song was actually damn good, they did a tune from Metal Gear (I think) which had an amazing segue into the dungeon tune from Zelda, plus their Super Mario 2 tune was super tight. Overall, I have heard better, though if they fine tuned themselves a considerable amount, and continue pursuing untapped games for inspiration, they just might be able to set themselves away from the rest.

But that last part will never happen, as evidenced by the crowd. After all, they all went nuts for each song, though it was more of a self-congratulatory “Hey, I remember that tune! I must be so hip!” than enthusiasm for the actual songs. Mind you, I’m just annoyed that most of these folks are probably the type to scoff at the idea of hearing the source material with any ounce of seriousness. But the one thing I have to deal with is being able to separate the material from its fans…

MONDAY
I went looking for Technic Beat, but since it was the eve of Halo 2′s release, it was totally pointless and frustrating. Here’s yet another reason why I can’t stand New York City: getting games here is an absolute nightmare. And it been made a 1000% worse with zero mom and pop game stores left around (R.I.P. Game Express). So I ended up snagging a copy on eBay, but not I’m worried; in my mad rush to buy a copy, I didn’t realize that there’s no pic for the game, always a slight tip-off if an auction is bullshit or not. The guy does have a 100% so perhaps I shouldn’t be too worried…

As for Halo 2, to commemorate it’s release, many stores opened its doors on midnight last night. I was asked by one outlet to cover the event at the Time Square Toys R Us, but especially after seeing pictures from the scene, I’m ever so happy I said “Thanks, but no thanks.” As one GAFer put it best, “… and this is why I’m often ashamed to be a gamer.” Again, most people assumed that I would happy to do so, or at least think something like this is cool. Well it’s not. Sorry, but I’d much rather wait in line all night long, and in the bitter cold, with a bunch of Harry Potter, or even Star Wars fans, than a bunch of pissy gamers. Especially Halo 2 fans; I have no problems with Halo, I know it’s an excellent game, but there’s a difference between hanging out with strangers and talking about that awesome feeling you get when you get your Katamari big enough to have a rainbow stick to it, and that time I blew “poopscoooper69″‘s head clean off on Xbox Live.

And lastly, now that Halo 2 is out, I can finally shop at an EB or Gamestop without some douchebag asking if I want to pre-order the fucking thing.

So as for last night, I instead simply had dinner and saw a movie with my friend Marc who was celebrating his birthday. We saw Sideways, which turned out pretty good.

TUESDAY
With all the stuff going on, and social engagements to keep up, it’s been a real struggle to keep up with things, such as the book proposal and following up on assorted projects. Plus I’m totally behind on my web surfing, though I did come across a kick ass cover gallery of Lois Lane comics.

I still haven’t had the chance to watch the Super Milk Chan show which I taped on Sunday. I heard that it wasn’t very good; I did manage to catch the last ten minutes, and it did look pretty retarded. Also, I heard that Squid Billies show was actually some huge prank. Nice one Adult Swim, nothing funnier than stupid in-jokes among three guys at the studio… Plus, I heard the new Simpsons was really bad, even for them these days. Yikes.

And later tonight is another IGDA NY chapter meet. More beer and networking, Whopee!

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