Current mood:	indifferent
Current music:	Radiohead

Shiny Plastic Things
I wish Garage Games would talk to me. I've emailed them a couple of times now and gotten absolutely no replies one way or the other, and I've heard no word from Cam about them contacting him first, either. Jeff Tunnel has some pretty interesting bits and pieces going on in his blog that I'd like to follow on from, and by and large the company's role is more suited to the indie feature that I'm trying to write than a more immediate developer's would be. I'll probably have to just wait out until the end of the week, and then move on to contacting the Chronic Logic guys if I still haven't heard back. Gish is pretty cool, incidentally, and anyone who is reading this who hasn't played it should go download the demo. Then you should buy the full version, realizing that I have told you that the demo isn't the best representation of the games overall quality, and by comparison is actually fairly ordinary.

Went to get my eyes checked today. Routine thing that I hadn't done in over two years, and I was in and out in ten minutes. No problems there, although when I got home I found a 'first in best dressed' offer to preview Lego Star Wars 2 in my email inbox, and I'm now kicking myself because I was far too late to stand half a chance at getting the code. Bugger. I really could have used that distraction, although it may well be better in the hands of somebody who has actually played the previous game. Perhaps I should just sit by the letterbox and wait for some DS review code to arrive, although I must admit that I'd be more excited about it if I weren't told that it'd 'probably be pretty crappy'. Other than that I've been going mad trying to get a Craptastic piece right, which is proving strangely difficult, but I'm determined to get some passable sulfurous bashing of Road Avenger out before my hair turns gray.

So, Yum Cha happened over the weekend. It was cool, and tasty, and Jacky found some poo in his cup. No, really. It scared me shitless (don't mind the pun) as I already had some tea in mine. He really should have tried to haggle a discount for that. Whatever, maybe he did, I don't understand a word of Cantonese and so didn't really understand a single thing that was said a lot of the time. We all then proceeded to play Tetris at the table, and some more Tetris outside some clothing stores. It should be pointed out that these were very Goth and Emo-like clothing stores, and that entering them was an experience unto itself. People who call me weird have never been in here. I don't spend over $100 on pairs of pants with more pockets than any man would ever need, and in general am a fan of clothing that is in my price range, and that doesn't involve tacky plastic spikes. I also got given some DVD's to watch, containing some Japanese TV and anime, as well as what appears to be a Hentai game. From Jacky? There's a side to that boy that I obviously don't know very well. I hope that he enjoys the far more innocent copy of Pikmin I loaned him in return.
The main show in question on these DVD's is Densha no Otoko which is, as best I can tell, a Japanese sitcom with overtones so soapy that sometimes it makes the screen lather. So far I've been introduced to a very well performed and exaggerated otaku geek, a pretty girl on a train, and the members of an online chat room that support him on his quest to garner her full adoring attention. At least he got a haircut in the second episode if nothing else, as it was honestly painful to look at him. They've really done a great job of casting the lead if nothing else. There's been one major and amusing little plot slip up so far though. This pretty girl, see, well, out otaku lead meats her on a train when she's reading a copy of Angels and Demons (in English, at that). Then an angry drunk harasses her and he steps in and clumsily saves her from a little grief. Later on we learn that she couldn't see him properly because she didn't have her contacts in - THIS WOMAN THEREFORE SITS LOOKING AT A BLURY MESH ON THE PAGE OF A BOOK JUST SO SHE CAN LOOK INTELECTUAL. Honestly, if you're going to go to such boring extremes to garner an image, you should at least choose a book that isn't a simple piece of pulp fiction.

Am I happy with my plot nitpickings? Yeah, I think I'm happy with my plot nitpickings. Good night one and all.