Gaming Reverie

All tooth complaints aside, I’m pretty brokenhearted over the horrible, horrible state of the Adventure Genre. I’ve been writing about adventure games for a good while now, and the market is changing from saturated-with-crap to saturated-with-nothing. At this point, it feels like only TellTale Games can save the genre. But of course, with more casual and episodic games being their forte, people will still need that Big Game. Maybe the legendary Ron Gilbert could save us. I don’t know, but I haven’t played anything fantastic since Grim Fandango, which was released something like a decade ago.

And… this is where I get up and clean the filthy, damp blackness that is mold that’s been invading my house. My lungs are feeling greasy. Good thing, though: the mold may not come back. I’m going to (attempt to) suck out all the moisture.

My maintenance guy came today with a dehumidifier, an object large and square and cold. I’m not sure where I’m going to put the huge thing, or if it’s something that can even be put — it’s far too unwieldy. So, for now, it’s just sitting in the middle of my apartment being loud and weird as I type.

Whirrr… burrr… whirrr… burrr….

On a lighter note, I’m quite happy with this trailer for the ridiculously titled Super Street Fighter II Turbo HD: Remix.

Oddly, its music paring has erased all relevancy and special memories of what I once deemed the “Karate Kid Anthem”. In two minutes, it just became, for me, Street Fighter Anthem.

Kinda weird how that happens.

Internet, Let Us Whine About Teeth. (Edit: Removed pretentious usage of Old English. For my own sanity.)

As mentioned before, I have a veritable tooth-sickness, and every day feels like dying and suffering. Clarification: This isn’t depression, this isn’t discontent. My life is grand. It’s pure physical, stressful illness. The pain from various tooth problems is steadily weakening my immune system, thus hampering any liveliness of the soul. Quite frankly, it’s fucking awful. I seriously feel too cold, too often.

This, friends, is the feeling of death in your throat.

I’ve had multiple root canals, and need more. I have neither the money or insurance to cover any. It kind of gets worse. See, I’m a neurotic. Like, big time. And when your tooth needs a root canal, said tooth feels pressure-sensitive. When it’s too late for one, you feel nothing. So here I am, worrisome me, letting cold water run on rotty teeth to make sure they’ll still be there.

Yes, I’m whining. Yes, my hygeine could’ve been better as a child. My soda intake alone was obscene. But truly, I just hope none of you feel like I do right now — sick and weak and cold.

I’ve been extremely anxious about the election, so I’ve decided to take up bathing. For the past three days, I’ve found a weird, new relief in sitting in a tub and reading John Fante. It’s beautiful. And I love him. Not romantically, it’s not like that. It’s an appreciative love. His writing is self-pitying, hilarious, and most importantly, it has nothing to do with the election. I can see where that old dog Bukowski (famous for calling Fante “his God”) learned his tricks.

And let me tell you about the bathing: it’s divine. I’ll lay back reading for an hour or so, I’ll think simple, mindless thoughts. I’ll have very few worries.

But this is a problem. The worries I do have are extremely petty. See, as I’m pining over, say, the water that seeped through a quarter of a page, I should be much more worried about the percolation of my laziness into the normally-productive part of my day.

And now that I think about it (I’ve never thought of it before), I feel displaced about that fact that I take baths. I’m not ready for the role, it’s not me. I’m 27 and now, suddenly, I take baths. I’m not sure if I can handle a Facebook or MySpace profile with “enjoys bathing” sticking out like a beacon. I’m not ready for the bathing community. The bath parties. The bathhouses. The bath snobs. The knitting-circle housewives that shun me for not including Epsom-salts during my Tuesday baths. The expensive shampoo. The oils. Oh! the oils! The herbs.

Hmm. Y’know, those showers aren’t so bad.

{And for all parties interested, I’l be playing LittleBigPlanet and will be playing LittleBigPlanet exclusively for at least a few more decades.}

So, there’s this really odd idea folks have about companies. They think, for example, that many of them are only in it “for the money.” I, sadly, am also saddled with these thoughts when it comes to larger corporations. But apparently in the console world things tend to differ.

I’m talking about Xavix.

I ran into a Xavix “console” at the Loews hotel in Coronado bay, in the “game room.” Now, I have to admit, I let out a little chuckle when I first saw the thing, which slightly resembled an ugly, bulky, first gen green laptop. And then, regrettably, I let out a guffaw when I realized that it was another sad Wii clone, with toy sports equipment and the exact same games found in Wii Sports. Soon after, though, my snarky giggles dissipated as I realized that the money of hard-working, clueless families is being wasted on such crap, and for so much money. Each individual game costs up to eighty bucks, for example. This is rape, I said to myself. Money rape.

But then I realized that these feelings, these heated, varied emotions were all wrong wrong wrong when I saw the company website. Because they CARE. In fact, they’re philosophers as well. Allow me to display a brief snippet from their website:

The XaviX Concept – Advocating Change
Though it may be wishful thinking, if the Human world could avert war and oppression, and abandon foolishness, there would be no borders between people in countries around the world and there would be a single future for everyone. People would always be searching for the truth, enriching their knowledge, and never forget compassion for fellow man. On top of that, they would be able to solve things by means they had never thought possible. If only this could be the world to come.

See! Xavix is here for us. Because they’re smart. They don’t just give us common knowledge. In fact, they know complex things about life, such as that war is bad. Now, if you’ll allow me to continue, please read how Xavix plans to advocate change with it’s revolutionary, life-changing game console (Keep in mind that SSD is simply the parent company of Xavix):

Now, just imagine if SSD COMPANY LIMITED (SSD) could accelerate the arrival of this world.
SSD would unconsciously remove these borders placed around us – borders between people, man, and machines, and dreams and reality. This would bring everyone in the world together, and for the first time our lives and awareness would probably change anew.

In line with this basic philosophy, SSD values “human science.” SSD continually searches for new possibilities to pursue, and challenges new horizons, and continues to propose a new living environment for people.

Our products are a wonderful tool for communications between people, foster and strengthen human bonds, transcend race and borders, and make more and more people smile.

Our wish and ultimate mission is to bring happiness to people.

Wow, guys, wow. I never knew an electronic device could accelerate the arrival of this world.

Xavix — Available at a swanky hotel near you.

I’m not going back this time, kids.

I’ve recently returned from a beautiful wedding (August 16th), and a beautiful late honeymoon (three days ago), although maybe the term “elopement” would be more apt for the wedding part. The whole wedding planning thing was far too stressful for the both of us, pushing the fun parts of the whole event to some steep edge where they were likely to fall off.

Come to think of it, the word ‘honeymoon’ could use some work as well—often inferring temporary bliss, giving the scenery beyond a view similar to hibernation, one that’s static yet dull and draining. (Add to Wikipedia: Unlike other animals, the human species experiences post-marital hibernation, save for anniversaries, birthdays maybe, and the holiday season.)

Being fully in love with, married to, and integrated with Noelle and her life has seemingly transported me into a large infinite ocean, unaware that I was once carried here from a murky rocky stream. It feels great. Have you ever had this feeling? It’s remarkable. It’s freeing. My life has been dramatically changing in a beautiful way this past year, like I’d been lying belly-down on soft shag carpeting for 27 years and finally decided to turn around and look up at the ceiling and what might be above it, beyond it, inside of it. Being with someone I love and trust has helped to tone down my neurotic proclivities, as well. I feel independent and eye-sparkle happy and full of love and my old worrying self can bite me.

But then you ask, patiently, So life is great and yes, yes, but what was the wedding like?
And then I say yeah. I say that’s a pretty good question.

The wedding was one of the least stressful events of my life. And that’s saying a lot. Even going to work (or to the park even) surely involves some level of stress, and this wedding was far less taxing on the mind than even those activities. It was also one of the happiest, gently affirming, quietly beautiful times of my life. It took place in my friend Janne’s garden of a backyard in the bright, bright sun. (As in, I-hope-you-like-sweat-sun, but the heat wasn’t a detractor from bliss.)
Due to the private nature of the thing there were no family or friends (aside from the two witnesses and Janne) to be seen, but Janne gave a wonderful blessing to us, which extended to those people with us, those we know, and outward and outward until everyone was blessed. It felt good.

And the honeymoon? You ask.
Yeah, I’m getting to that.

We went to Loews Hotel in Coronado Bay, for reasons that made sense: Discount at Loews; other hotels of theirs already booked. And let me tell you: it was quite lovely on many fronts. For example, the man at the front desk didn’t have our room ready, or our discount card, so he upgraded us to a suite overlooking the bay:

The whole extended hotel stay was a robust montage of rich life, rich folk. We lounged by pools, drank delicious drinks, and everything was almost perfect. But then, you see, there was one strange occurrence that I can honestly say frightened me. Shocked me to the core.

One night we came into our room and heard loud music. The back patio door, which we’d locked, was wide open.

“All the leaves are brown/and the sky is grey…”
What. The hell.
We looked on the dresser and found a new item: a random cup with a spoon in it.
Who’s here.
And then: A bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a cheese plate.
Oh. Wait. What? Did they get the wrong room?
Then the pieces fell together.
Apparently it was a special gift from Loews to us (“complimentary”, of course, never say “free” in their world). Maybe it’s just me, but seeing the hotel back door wide open, items we didn’t know we’d be getting (without an explanatory note), and worst of all, California Dreamin’ on repeat, makes me think horror, death, murder. The Hotel Serial Killer, waiting for us. The Hotel Patrick Bateman, if you will: slicing up victims over champagne and California Girl.
But I digress. The honeymoon was simply awesome.

WTF?! What about games, you dick? You haven’t written in ages and now you’re not even writing about games and I’m feeling neglected, hurt: like you’ve never really been there for me.

So very true! And I apologize. I didn’t do much gaming this past week, although I found a rather peculiar oddity in the hotel “game room.” I’ll write about it in full tomorrow. Check back soon! It may change the face of gaming forever. “May” being the operative word, of course.

Anyway.

I’ve realized that being with someone awesome can help me be more me, more independent. At least, that’s my case with Noelle. It’s weird, I never would’ve expected it, but being with someone you love and trust gives you more space in the end. And best of all, love is continuously surrounding me, emitting from me, and making me very, very happy.

Yours,

Austin. (<– love fan.)

How could I!

How dare I!

That’s right, folks — I’ve been gone for 10 days. And it gets worse as I’m leaving for a week-long honeymoon on Wednesday.

But then, it’ll get much much better. Please keep your tears at home as I have plans for this website which may very well blow your mind. If all goes well, of course. Meanwhile, play some games and enjoy this thing called life, be it trying, painfully beautiful or saccharine-sweet. While I’m astray, I’ll continue to act as if this game has a large, loyal reader base.

This morning had a slow, bed-tossing start, but truly began with this:

• Mason jar filled with echinacea, Emer-Gen-C, ice, and plenty of water.
• Complete disregard for my computer, and consequently the internet.
• Light breeze from the open door.
• Pixeljunk Eden (the ps3 swing-fest I blogged about earlier), played to the tunes of Jens Lekman.
• Sweet, sweet filtering of the sun through the blinds, through the door.
• The kind of peaceful happiness that I thrive on.

On days like this, I want to give the world a suffocating bear hug. That is, until I step outside and realize what that world has become.

Postscript: I kid, I kid. Mostly. The world is alright in chunks, and with the right people.