“kayin chats shit he is a theif i know the original creator of i wanna be the guy !! my mate jordan, he asked kayin along with others to help him and give them peices of raw data and kayin was one to help with the detailed animation. kayin ur a fukin theif !! u could never ever make anything tht good go fuk yourself !!”
Well you wanna know WHAT? Thats right I stole it! It’s all true! They trusted me to do IWBTG INNOVATED and HIGHLY DETAILED ANIMATIONS
You know. The ones that weren’t stolen from other games.
ALSO: I slept with Jordan’s mom. Thats right. I don’t even know if he knew that but when I was visiting England to discuss the design for the game, I saw a MILF and I just could not resist. I may have also inappropriately touched his little sister — but hey, me and his mom were drunk. Just comin’ clean here.
The story doesn’t stop there though. I might as well talk about the original intentions of the creator, Jordon. As a former French Native, the original name for the game was “Je Veux Etre L’Homme” and was originally not about 8-bit retro-ism (we were just bad at graphics) but instead the French theater and the misery it induces.
The kid was originally a young frenchman named “Le Garcon”, who had a fancy beret and threw croissants. Ultimately Danny convinced Jordan that this was really stereotypical… and also the croissants looked like turds. So we moved to a gun. On an interesting note, medium modes bow uses Jordan’s same exact code to follow the player as the beret did.
There was also a time when we fooled with having the game in Black and White to make it look more artistic. The ending also seemed to change whenever Jordan watched an M. Night Shyamalan movie. When I visited England and talked to him in detail about this, it was clear he was an art fag who didn’t want to make a real game. So I stole the goods, knowing that some stupid, artsy Frenchy would never finish the game before me! Also his mom had this hot cross between an English and French accent. I -HAD- to do it!
I doubt anyone blames me here. The game benefited immensely from it. Even the mom bagging part. You can all thank me later.
(… I guess you’re just not ‘famous’ until someone tries to take credit for your work)
For the last view monthes I’ve been in the long, drawn out process of moving to a new house. This involved monthes of fixing and cleaning. My family relocated a small 10 miles to a much larger, nicer house and we’re just about settled in. This did wonderful damage to my projected time to complete Brave Earth — which is hardly worked on at all. The game will come out when it’s done, but I am so behind that projecting any vague release date is out of the question. Anyways, eventually I’ll post more about the house and show off my closet of a room (living with ones parents, while cheap and condusive to creating quality games is pretty great, there are some rough but acceptable drawbacks), but for now just take my word that I’m back to work. There might even be a little game in between now and Brave Earth. I’ll keep you posted.
Anyways, two weekends back, I flew up to Boston to hang out with some old gamer friends of mine. This has been an annual ritual for the group for the last 6 years and would be the 4rd time I’ve managed to attend (I missed the last 2). Our destination was a classic for the group. Nahant Island, at the home of one of our players. What makes this place so special?
Well, the home owner, Pat, is the proud owner of a World War II Observation tower, that was used to try and spot submarines in the Boston harbor. The first two years we did this, the tower was rigged up with ethernet cable and we played Call of Duty and Global Operations with two people set up on every floor (and then some folks on ground floor). These days though we choose to hang around, eat and drink and play various other, dorky games and generally just socialize.
I sadly lost most of my pictures, but I got a few from some other guests. We played a lot of Soul Calibur 4 while we’re there. Every time we go up, a Soul Calibur game gets pulled out and even though I am not a fan of the series, I end up playing and totaling everyone. I chalk this up to general fighter experience and my simple Mitsurugi mixup and pressure. That said I am, over all, pretty bad at all 3d fighers, but good enough to whip some 30-something year olds. :P
In that picture you have… (left to right)
Bill: A man who has been a teacher, paramedic, career fighter and has owned multiple homes and properties. He’s one of those guys who is never satisfied with what he’s doing and is constantly challenging himself.
Steve: A PHP programmer from Times Magazine. Very clever and quick witted. Also one of my better Soul Calibur rivals.
Chris: The guy that generally owns us in any FPS we play. He didn’t do so great in Soul Calibur. He’s a generally nice guy who makes great hotwings.
Jason: The shirtless one. Jason does various computer work, some of which I believe is freelance. Generally a very funny, relaxed guy and also one hell of a cook. Usually he’s wearing a shirt and headshooting people with ‘laser eyes’. Also rocks a wicked Voldo (relatively speaking).
Pat: The homeowner. Says he always dreamed to have a tower! Relaxed, quiet guy who loves buying gizmos and gadgets. Does coding work for the military. He’s always reminded me of Jim from Mission Hill. Also he is very shrewd when it comes to politics.
John: I just met John this year. He beats me for the youngest in the group now. He was extremely nice and seemed very big on learning about the past of the group and the people he didn’t meet yet. Great guy.
Ben: My pilot to Boston. Oh wait. I didn’t write about that yet…! Ben is a grumpy flight instructor and definitely one of my closet friends. Ben is unshaven perhaps more than I am.
Dog/Macy: Macy is a great dog that likes to lick people while they sleep.
James: Ex-Lawyer and now computer tech. Hyper philosophical and a lingophile. Great guy to listen to while he’s drunk! Looks like a cleaned up, ex biker.
Brian: Military engineer who has worked on many vehicles used to terminate human life. Also a master and teacher of the kung fu art Hung Gar. Despite this, he is soft spoken, polite and humble.
Reese: Not sure what Reese is doing these days (tax consolutant I believe?), but he’s probably the one still most invested in geek/roleplaying culture. Well, besides me! Another smart guy and great conversationalist.
Dan: Another person I haven’t met yet. He was by far the oldest of this and I believe he was into his 50s. He was very quiet generally but extremely nice. I played a good game of Settlers of Catan with him involved.
Adam: Tall motherfucker, great cook and filthy, depraved individual. We got along excellently. I’ve played online with him before, but never met him. Him and Jason did all the cooking for the weekend, san hotwings.
Anyways the eating situation was excellent. Jason and Adam cooked constantly the whole time, providing a fantastic menu throughout the 3 day weekend.
-Dinner: Beer poached sausage
-Breakfast: Fantastic fucking pancakes
-Lunch: 6 home made pizzas. The yeast was even cultivated from scratch by Jason
-Dinner: Spicy pulled pork and beans.
-Breakfast: omelettes. Loaded with bacon. I got to eat a ton more of these than everyone else, mostly to make up for the fact I drink far less beer than everyone else.
-Lunch: Hotwings made by Chris. It was a basic recipe apparently, but they were the best fucking wings I ever had.
-Dinner: “Chacarareos”. I probably butchered the spelling. A sandwich from Chili. Grilled chicken, tomato, munster cheese, string beans and an avacado spread. Something I usually would hate, but it worked out great.
Monday, we skipped on eating so everyone could get to the airport on time. I can’t stress how good the eats were. Far better than your usual ‘burgers and dogs’ guy hangout food. All and all the weekend was awesome. It’s always good to hang with old friends. But now, the flight.
Ben and I decided this year that Boston was easily in flying distance of a small aircraft. We packed a Tecnam Eaglet to the brim with the little luggage it would fit, crammed our fat asses into it and flew an hour and a half to Beverly Munciple Airfield, just outside Boston. The return trip was mostly the same, only I flew for about 10-20 minutes and we goofed off a bit near the end. Sadly the weight prevented any real serious maneuvers. I did get a lot of great shots, which I’ll post down below, along with some video. Also I got some shots of a Messerschmitt Bf 108. I had some shots of a MIG-15 at Beverly, but that was lost when my camera decided to erase it’s self.
First video is us fooling around a bit between CT and LI. Second is the landing. I’m also reading off the check list, which is why the camera gets pointed at a piece of paper for so long. Sorry, but no audio.
Done for a friend of mine — well, the Neolucky part! More info on DA! This took faaaar to much time to finish as it kept getting held up by moving. Pain in the ass. I am pleased with the results though
:thumb118141481: Our dog Ozzy died to the other day by escaping into a neighbors yard where he was killed by another dog. Ozzy was loved by basically everyone and he loved them in kind. We don’t know the exact details of what happened as we were out for the day and thought he had merely ran away. Our neighbors informed us this morning. They had already taken to burying him. We’re pretty sure he accidental strangled himself while trying to get under a chainlink fence.
I loved our dog and he will be missed. I think I’m okay now and have accepted it, but it’s going to be impossible to ever forget him.
He is in the heavens now with god, Barong, fighting against evil.
Just finished a class project today for Digital Media. Besides a logo for my self, it’s the first thing I’ve done. I find it rather artistically pleasing, though the brush stroke faerie figure could have certainly been better. The project simply involved having to make a poster relating to Absinthe.
I wasted the last hour trying to get Google Reader to stop showing me objects shared by my contacts. Since I started using it, I kept wondering why I was seeing stuff related cameras and photography that I was definitely was not subscribed too. Turns out it’s was the ‘shared by’ feature that allows friends to share crap with me and anyone else on their google contact list.
So turns out all this was coming from one of my Ex Girlfriends who I haven’t spoken to in years. I hardly doubt I was singled out for this treatment, as, when you decide to share, you by default share with your entire contact list, which includes everyone you ever sent an email to with a g-mail account. This might seem like a fun feature, and in some cases I’m sure it is, but lets be real. Unless you assume everyone who uses RSS feeds is getting feeds for the same industry/tech/socialnetwirking/twitscape type bullshit, you’re going to have your RSS feed box spammed by shit you couldn’t care less about. This wouldn’t be a big deal really (a rarely useful feature is rarely worse than not having the feature at all), besides for the fact that there is no way to opt out. With some searching I found the easiest answer. Remove these people from your contacts list.
Wow. Great solution.
Especially since some people care enough about that sort of stuff to find it insulting for some reason. By my own luck I found a way to disable individuals from showing me their content. Well, to hide there content. Now I have to do this for each and every offender who accidently spams on RSS box.
No, Google. I don’t care. Stop trying to drag me into social networking. I don’t give a damn what my friends are reading about. I have my own feeds(Fighting game stuff, a few podcasts) and my own bars (Digg, Slashdot) for my own, personally chosen and tweaked content delivery service. Everyone is worried about Google becoming some crazy monopoly — I’m afraid of it becoming another Facebook and signing me into the service through no will of my own. I hate this almost Apple-esque attitude of “we know what you want more than you do”. I know what content I want and I don’t give a shit what my friends are subscribed to. Maybe, just MAYBE, ONE DAY I will care what ONE of my friends share and would like to subscribe to HIS feed lists, shares and suggestions, but, so far, no one who uses Google Reader on my content list POSTS ANY CONTENT THAT I WOULD EVER CARE ABOUT. They post content THEY CARE ABOUT because it’s THEIR FEEDS.
I would totally ditch Google Reader if I didn’t want something that integrated nicely with iGoogle. I love google and their business model, but the more social networking crap they force on me, the less tolerant I get.
Anyone who talks to me regularly probably knows I play far too much of Derek Yu’s Spelunky. I often joke with friends that it’s the reason I don’t get game design work done (It’s not true, if I’m playing Spelunky it’s because I’m lazy!). That said, I think I just ran out of things to do as I just completed the game after going to the City of Gold. I ended with 350,000 gold in the end I think. I could aim for a better score, but I think it’ll really take new content to get me playing again. I get most of my wins through aggressive play and shopkeeper mangling. I’m pretty much convinced the path of blood is the best path to victory. Also I like playing as the damsel far too much.
The Damsel is the victim of the Spelunky narrative. She’s sold by slavers as a prostitute, can barely fend for her self, and when a jerk comes along and finds her, he uses her as a human shield and projectile. Sometimes he’ll even sacrifice her or feed her to man eating plants! WELL NOT TODAY. Playing as the damsel makes every evil action on my part an act of vengeance.
Perhaps I get into the roleplaying aspect of gaming too much. Ah well, thats enough Spelunky for awhile.