Man, I've got a hell of a headache. Every time I run, one nagging issue always pops up. My stomach is aching, my throat is sore, my head is pounding, my foot is throbbing, etc. My solution is to run it out and hope I'll get used to it.
I didn't really ease myself into the run. I went all out from the start. I'm fairly impressed with myself. I went on a lengthy sustained run for the first 20% of the route. I managed to keep my breaks under twenty seconds until I reached the last half.
As I walked the last stretch alongside the Santa Ana River, with the sun hiding behind dark clouds, I thought to myself for the first time: this feels good. Whereas my previous runs left me wrecked and devastated, I actually felt good this time. My time was one hour and four minutes. I managed to shave off 9 minutes from my old time. Not bad, but I feel like I can do better. I listen to a playlist when I go run, so I've been doing better by one song each time.
My flex day ended up being a totally free day. My anticipation of the run ruined any hope of doing anything else productive. I just absorbed more manga.
It's another rainy night. It's really heavy this time. It's too bad the rain only comes out at night. I haven't experienced a day's rain in a while.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Event Log: 2/26/14 - Late
Crap. I totally forgot to write this one. I blame it on my internet going down. I got kicked out during my session of BF4 with my friend. I've been playing the Second Assault expansion, and I gotta say, it feels more like Secondhand Shit.
I'm irritated that Sony still hasn't fixed the recording function. It's more baffling that they haven't acknowledged the problem either. Because of it, my friend will never see the spectacular results of his mortar strike.
I finished the draft for the latest chapter of Mister Cinderella. I decided to go more cerebral this time. Like always, I didn't feel like filling out the last two scenes of the chapter, so I pushed it into the next one. I felt like I ended it on a good note anyways.
I reached Lumiose City in Pokemon Y. It feels weird exploring a 3D town in a Pokemon game.
/eventlog
I'm irritated that Sony still hasn't fixed the recording function. It's more baffling that they haven't acknowledged the problem either. Because of it, my friend will never see the spectacular results of his mortar strike.
I finished the draft for the latest chapter of Mister Cinderella. I decided to go more cerebral this time. Like always, I didn't feel like filling out the last two scenes of the chapter, so I pushed it into the next one. I felt like I ended it on a good note anyways.
I reached Lumiose City in Pokemon Y. It feels weird exploring a 3D town in a Pokemon game.
/eventlog
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Event Log: 2/25/14 - The Run
Thanks to a late night manga binge, I woke up late. That delayed my plans for the day, but I gave myself so much slack, it wasn't a problem. It goes to show how important it is to understand your own habits to accurately predict what's possible in terms of scheduling and motivation. As time wears on, I'll slowly ratchet up the stakes, but as it is, I'm satisfied with my rate of progress.
Funnily enough, the most time consuming task I set out for this week is accumulating 100,000 VC. I'm on pace and I'm meeting my daily goals, but it's more work than I anticipated. After this week, I don't think I'll ever have to worry about VC again.
I was dreading today's run. Tuesdays and Thursdays are my jogging days. I went in the opposite direction this time (on the eastern bank instead of through the middle) and was besieged by winds so cold it burned. I could feel a pinprick on the bottom of my right foot that would increase in sharpness after I stepped on it. My ears pounded so hard, I had to stop and massage them for minutes. Yeah, it's gonna take me weeks to get used to this. I finished off the run through the Anaheim Coves Trail, which is a very scenic route. The entire run took me one hour and thirteen minutes. If I could get this route in under an hour, then I'd be satisfied.
I played Pokemon and got a Bulbasaur for my troubles. I think it's really cool that you can get two starter Pokemon in the game, one from new gen and classic gen. OG for life!
I love that I spread my tasks across multiple days, which noticeably decreases the pressure and stress I feel when I go about an assignment. Another tweak I'll introduce to my system is to color code my tasks. I separate them by category and it'll make it easier to see at a glance what I have to do for the day.
I finished devouring the Red Dragon.
I'm still a little behind in my schedule but I've accounted for it. So far, everything's been working out pretty well. I'm just trying to get into the swing of things.
/eventlog
Funnily enough, the most time consuming task I set out for this week is accumulating 100,000 VC. I'm on pace and I'm meeting my daily goals, but it's more work than I anticipated. After this week, I don't think I'll ever have to worry about VC again.
I was dreading today's run. Tuesdays and Thursdays are my jogging days. I went in the opposite direction this time (on the eastern bank instead of through the middle) and was besieged by winds so cold it burned. I could feel a pinprick on the bottom of my right foot that would increase in sharpness after I stepped on it. My ears pounded so hard, I had to stop and massage them for minutes. Yeah, it's gonna take me weeks to get used to this. I finished off the run through the Anaheim Coves Trail, which is a very scenic route. The entire run took me one hour and thirteen minutes. If I could get this route in under an hour, then I'd be satisfied.
I played Pokemon and got a Bulbasaur for my troubles. I think it's really cool that you can get two starter Pokemon in the game, one from new gen and classic gen. OG for life!
I love that I spread my tasks across multiple days, which noticeably decreases the pressure and stress I feel when I go about an assignment. Another tweak I'll introduce to my system is to color code my tasks. I separate them by category and it'll make it easier to see at a glance what I have to do for the day.
I finished devouring the Red Dragon.
I'm still a little behind in my schedule but I've accounted for it. So far, everything's been working out pretty well. I'm just trying to get into the swing of things.
/eventlog
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Event Log: 2/24/14 - First Step
I'm really glad I allowed myself such leeway. Planning requires a fair amount of self-awareness and knowledge of our limits. If I hadn't allowed myself a flex day, I would be woefully behind. I noticed I have a nasty tendency to run from my tasks. It's like overcompensation in the opposite direction. I try to avoid the job so hard, I drown myself in something pointless. I don't why I do this, but it's overwhelming and something I need to destroy. If I can habituate myself towards the opposite, it would be a big boon for my development. I knew things wouldn't go smoothly, so being able to identify issues like these early on will be crucial in tweaking my schedule.
I'll have to add a new wrinkle to my system. I need a pre-planning phase for my tasks. I noticed that without an outline in place, I get stuck very easily during writing. For projects such as my Let's Play, of which I made plenty of notes through my playthough, I was able to easily write out each part of the journey. It's a lot harder to come up with something from scratch. It's not like I don't think about these things before writing them; I have to learn how to record this conceptual phase. Part of the reason it's so easy to write these Event Logs is because it's based on my day. The material is already there.
My friend called me up for some three-way Borderlands 2 action, which delayed some of my tasks. Actually, I think it pretty much ended my roll that day. It was hard to recover from that blow. I ended up spending the whole night immersing myself in manga.
Psycho Mob 100 is proof that a good story will shine no matter how shitty the art.
/eventlog
I'll have to add a new wrinkle to my system. I need a pre-planning phase for my tasks. I noticed that without an outline in place, I get stuck very easily during writing. For projects such as my Let's Play, of which I made plenty of notes through my playthough, I was able to easily write out each part of the journey. It's a lot harder to come up with something from scratch. It's not like I don't think about these things before writing them; I have to learn how to record this conceptual phase. Part of the reason it's so easy to write these Event Logs is because it's based on my day. The material is already there.
My friend called me up for some three-way Borderlands 2 action, which delayed some of my tasks. Actually, I think it pretty much ended my roll that day. It was hard to recover from that blow. I ended up spending the whole night immersing myself in manga.
Psycho Mob 100 is proof that a good story will shine no matter how shitty the art.
/eventlog
Monday, February 24, 2014
NBA 2K14: MyGM - The Dynasty
It was a surprisingly modest office. For a room that spawned numerous championship teams, I expected something a little more...
Glamorous.
This was the Los Angeles Lakers, a storied and proud franchise. Winning was a matter of course, and there was no reason to flaunt it. Quietly, in plain sight, was a row of championship trophies in the main office, proof of our legacy, and one I hoped to add to.
“If you ask me what our goal is, it’s to surpass the Celtic’s trophy count,” Mitch Kupchak said to me.
Mitch Kupchak, former General Manager of the Los Angeles Lakers, stood tall behind his desk. It was obvious he was a former player from his height. He bore a marked resemblance to John Malkovich, not that I’d ever say it out loud.
He had recently announced his resignation and I was chosen to succeed him. It would be a tough act to follow, considering the Lakers won five championships under his tenure.
He was in the process of clearing out his office. The room was mostly bare, having been emptied out. A plastic bin sat on his desk, filled with knick knacks. It was just me and him.
“Any advice for me?” I asked.
“You have to trust the people around you. That’s the key. It takes a lot of pressure off your shoulders. The best we can do is providee the organization the best opportunity to do one thing: win. This is the Lakers. Money doesn’t matter. Win no matter the cost.”
That was what I was brought here to do, to build championship teams and stake out a dynasty in this league.
“Good luck, Jo, you’re going to need it. Erick wants to see you after this. You should hurry.”
Erick Boenisch, representative for the Buss family, was going to be the person I’d report to for the foreseeable future.
“Thanks,” I said as I left the room. I entered a narrow hallway that led to Erick’s office. A set of double doors waited me.
This was where it begins.
The new Lakers Dynasty.
Glamorous.
This was the Los Angeles Lakers, a storied and proud franchise. Winning was a matter of course, and there was no reason to flaunt it. Quietly, in plain sight, was a row of championship trophies in the main office, proof of our legacy, and one I hoped to add to.
“If you ask me what our goal is, it’s to surpass the Celtic’s trophy count,” Mitch Kupchak said to me.
Mitch Kupchak, former General Manager of the Los Angeles Lakers, stood tall behind his desk. It was obvious he was a former player from his height. He bore a marked resemblance to John Malkovich, not that I’d ever say it out loud.
He had recently announced his resignation and I was chosen to succeed him. It would be a tough act to follow, considering the Lakers won five championships under his tenure.
He was in the process of clearing out his office. The room was mostly bare, having been emptied out. A plastic bin sat on his desk, filled with knick knacks. It was just me and him.
“Any advice for me?” I asked.
“You have to trust the people around you. That’s the key. It takes a lot of pressure off your shoulders. The best we can do is providee the organization the best opportunity to do one thing: win. This is the Lakers. Money doesn’t matter. Win no matter the cost.”
That was what I was brought here to do, to build championship teams and stake out a dynasty in this league.
“Good luck, Jo, you’re going to need it. Erick wants to see you after this. You should hurry.”
Erick Boenisch, representative for the Buss family, was going to be the person I’d report to for the foreseeable future.
“Thanks,” I said as I left the room. I entered a narrow hallway that led to Erick’s office. A set of double doors waited me.
This was where it begins.
The new Lakers Dynasty.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Event Log: 2/23/14 - The Foundations for Success
I'm going to start naming my Event Logs to make it easier to remember what I did on each day from now on. I should of thought of this earlier. Oh well.
Today is a special day since I'm taking the first step in laying down the foundations for my success. I created a Master Document with all my plans for the year. It contains a list of all my projects, hobbies, and goals for each of them, along with deadlines for objectives. It took me two days to put it together, mostly because I had no idea of how to organize it. I just laid it all out and went from there. It's a little messy but it's functional. I'm sure with more time, I'll figure out ways to streamline and make it sexy. For now, I just need something that works.
I limited my timeline to next month. This week is going to be my test run. I hardly expect my schedule to be perfect from the start. I'm in the testing phase, and I already know I'm gonna have to make tweaks in the near future, but that's what foundation work is all about. Hopefully, the more I do this, the better I get at it.
When I was still working, I tried to plan each of my days down to the hour. I found out very quickly that it doesn't work for me. So this time, I'm going with weekly goals. This allows me to tackle objectives in any order and ensures that whatever I'm feeling at the moment is best geared towards a certain task instead of forcing myself.
Sundays are my free days when I can do whatever I want, and Thursdays are my flex days. Basically, if, for any reason, I don't feel like doing something for a day, I can swap it with Thursday. It's also a release valve for unexpected events. Maybe my friends want to go out or whatever. This ensures I have enough time to do everything I want without having to push back deadlines.
I think the most important part of laying down foundations is to give yourself a wide berth. I would underestimate my capabilities and allow myself plenty of time to finish tasks. Better to have more time than not enough. I'd say I've gotten to know myself pretty well by doing nothing over the last year. With this, I want to take a step towards fashioning myself towards the person I know I can be. Better late than never, right? One of the things I realized in life is that it doesn't matter how late you start. What matters is where you finish.
Part of the reason I haven't really looked for work is that I wasn't ready. I want to mold myself into the kind of person that organizations would love to have. If I did have a job, I know I could hack it, but I wouldn't be operating a peak efficiency. In my Master Plan, I allowed plenty of room for options should certain goals not pan out.
As for what I actually did today, it can be summed up with one word: nap.
Today is a special day since I'm taking the first step in laying down the foundations for my success. I created a Master Document with all my plans for the year. It contains a list of all my projects, hobbies, and goals for each of them, along with deadlines for objectives. It took me two days to put it together, mostly because I had no idea of how to organize it. I just laid it all out and went from there. It's a little messy but it's functional. I'm sure with more time, I'll figure out ways to streamline and make it sexy. For now, I just need something that works.
I limited my timeline to next month. This week is going to be my test run. I hardly expect my schedule to be perfect from the start. I'm in the testing phase, and I already know I'm gonna have to make tweaks in the near future, but that's what foundation work is all about. Hopefully, the more I do this, the better I get at it.
When I was still working, I tried to plan each of my days down to the hour. I found out very quickly that it doesn't work for me. So this time, I'm going with weekly goals. This allows me to tackle objectives in any order and ensures that whatever I'm feeling at the moment is best geared towards a certain task instead of forcing myself.
Sundays are my free days when I can do whatever I want, and Thursdays are my flex days. Basically, if, for any reason, I don't feel like doing something for a day, I can swap it with Thursday. It's also a release valve for unexpected events. Maybe my friends want to go out or whatever. This ensures I have enough time to do everything I want without having to push back deadlines.
I think the most important part of laying down foundations is to give yourself a wide berth. I would underestimate my capabilities and allow myself plenty of time to finish tasks. Better to have more time than not enough. I'd say I've gotten to know myself pretty well by doing nothing over the last year. With this, I want to take a step towards fashioning myself towards the person I know I can be. Better late than never, right? One of the things I realized in life is that it doesn't matter how late you start. What matters is where you finish.
Part of the reason I haven't really looked for work is that I wasn't ready. I want to mold myself into the kind of person that organizations would love to have. If I did have a job, I know I could hack it, but I wouldn't be operating a peak efficiency. In my Master Plan, I allowed plenty of room for options should certain goals not pan out.
As for what I actually did today, it can be summed up with one word: nap.
Event Log: 2/22/14
I had to wake up early this morning to help my dad make a delivery. My brother drove, which is good, since I didn't have to do it myself.
It was supposed to be a simple job, but it became a lot longer than it had to be. We arrived on time but the client wasn't home. We had to wait for about thirty minutes before she finally came. She was an old lady with particular and demanding taste, but was very nice and welcoming. Their (she and her husband) home was situated on a cliff that overlooks Corona Del Mar beach. You can see the ocean from there.
As expected, there were a bunch of people strolling about. I noticed a lot of couples. I always forget that there are plenty of people in this world who are in a relationship even though the vast majority of the population is single. People hardly go out alone unless it's for errands or exercise. I don't know if I should be self-conscious on my solo outings. It does feel a bit intimidating to be surrounded by couples. I wonder if more single people went out, their situations would improve?
Probably not.
Maybe I should join more social events. It's just not my style though. Well, whatever. I've got bigger concerns than my relationship status.
After we finished delivery, we went back to the shop. On a street corner was small man with a lazy posture, leaning against a pole, wearing fuzzy antlers on his head and holding a cardboard sign that said, "I need reindeer food." I can't help but think that he was soliciting sex, gay sex, in the middle of broad daylight. I'm sure reindeer food is some kind of euphemism, and one I don't wish to learn.
We got back to the shop and I was paid for my services, $25. My brother and I got Waba Grill on the way home. I decided to farm some extra VC and advanced a little in my small forward career. In the first game, I fouled out and earned a whopping 0 VC because the game was a lost cause. I swear, Hall of Fame ups the stupidity slider for your teammates. They are fucking horrible. In the second game, I went up against the designated rival, Jackson Ellis, and I destroyed him even though we played different positions.
My small forward plays on the Jazz, and on any given day, one of my teammates become a black of absolute garbage. That award usually goes to Derrick Favors, who is completely useless anywhere near the basket, or Trey Burke, who bricks the most open shots in the world. Fuck this team.
I took a small nap because I was tired. I hope I didn't ruin my sleeping rhythm with it. I finished off the Mayo Chiki anime and then watched all the remaining episodes of Tokyo Toy Box, which was apparently one. There are only two episodes of the show subbed and the manga only had three chapters scanlated, which means I'm shit outta luck when it comes finishing the story. Whoever was doing the subbing job quit because the show started airing in October 2013, and considering that was four months ago, I've lost all hope of any group picking up the project. Live and let live. Some things will remained unfinished forever--like Shenmue.
I made zero progress in Pokemon, but I did play the Super Training minigames, which apparently improve the Effort Values of each Pokemon. I was getting all excited seeing these crazy stat boosts. Instead, it's some invisible variable that used to be altered in the old days through crazy time-consuming methods. I'm not sure if it's worth investing time into. I'll probably only do it for my Froakie, since she's the only one that's guaranteed to stay with me until the end.
Seems like the PS4 didn't set Japan on fire, which is a shame. The world could use more Japanese games, but if their domestic market has completely shifted to mobile, then the chances of Japanese gaming exerting any sort of influence over the global market is extinguished. Good luck with cell phones games for the foreseeable future.
Well, whatever. I got a huge backlog to clear. By the time I finish, Persona 5 will probably be out by then.
/eventlog
It was supposed to be a simple job, but it became a lot longer than it had to be. We arrived on time but the client wasn't home. We had to wait for about thirty minutes before she finally came. She was an old lady with particular and demanding taste, but was very nice and welcoming. Their (she and her husband) home was situated on a cliff that overlooks Corona Del Mar beach. You can see the ocean from there.
As expected, there were a bunch of people strolling about. I noticed a lot of couples. I always forget that there are plenty of people in this world who are in a relationship even though the vast majority of the population is single. People hardly go out alone unless it's for errands or exercise. I don't know if I should be self-conscious on my solo outings. It does feel a bit intimidating to be surrounded by couples. I wonder if more single people went out, their situations would improve?
Probably not.
Maybe I should join more social events. It's just not my style though. Well, whatever. I've got bigger concerns than my relationship status.
After we finished delivery, we went back to the shop. On a street corner was small man with a lazy posture, leaning against a pole, wearing fuzzy antlers on his head and holding a cardboard sign that said, "I need reindeer food." I can't help but think that he was soliciting sex, gay sex, in the middle of broad daylight. I'm sure reindeer food is some kind of euphemism, and one I don't wish to learn.
We got back to the shop and I was paid for my services, $25. My brother and I got Waba Grill on the way home. I decided to farm some extra VC and advanced a little in my small forward career. In the first game, I fouled out and earned a whopping 0 VC because the game was a lost cause. I swear, Hall of Fame ups the stupidity slider for your teammates. They are fucking horrible. In the second game, I went up against the designated rival, Jackson Ellis, and I destroyed him even though we played different positions.
My small forward plays on the Jazz, and on any given day, one of my teammates become a black of absolute garbage. That award usually goes to Derrick Favors, who is completely useless anywhere near the basket, or Trey Burke, who bricks the most open shots in the world. Fuck this team.
I took a small nap because I was tired. I hope I didn't ruin my sleeping rhythm with it. I finished off the Mayo Chiki anime and then watched all the remaining episodes of Tokyo Toy Box, which was apparently one. There are only two episodes of the show subbed and the manga only had three chapters scanlated, which means I'm shit outta luck when it comes finishing the story. Whoever was doing the subbing job quit because the show started airing in October 2013, and considering that was four months ago, I've lost all hope of any group picking up the project. Live and let live. Some things will remained unfinished forever--like Shenmue.
I made zero progress in Pokemon, but I did play the Super Training minigames, which apparently improve the Effort Values of each Pokemon. I was getting all excited seeing these crazy stat boosts. Instead, it's some invisible variable that used to be altered in the old days through crazy time-consuming methods. I'm not sure if it's worth investing time into. I'll probably only do it for my Froakie, since she's the only one that's guaranteed to stay with me until the end.
Seems like the PS4 didn't set Japan on fire, which is a shame. The world could use more Japanese games, but if their domestic market has completely shifted to mobile, then the chances of Japanese gaming exerting any sort of influence over the global market is extinguished. Good luck with cell phones games for the foreseeable future.
Well, whatever. I got a huge backlog to clear. By the time I finish, Persona 5 will probably be out by then.
/eventlog
Friday, February 21, 2014
Event Log: 2/21/14
For once, I played 2K14 instead of farming VC. I sank a few hours and it's like the whole day is gone. At least I made progress in two of my careers, one as a center and the other as a small forward. I'd say my time was evenly split between NeoGAF and NBA 2K14. Certainly not a whole lotta production going on.
There's only one week left in this month, so I'm going to set my foot down and establish goals to be completed before the month's end. I discovered this new show, a drama called Tokyo Toy Box about Japanese game development. I'm already inspired since I myself am afflicted by the disease of creativity versus rational project management, as evidence by my numerous uncompleted stories.
The fact that I've been able to keep up with these Event Logs is a miracle. It means what I adopt is sticking. I do find myself more willing to put my mind to the task lately. I just have to keep at it, keep hacking, until it becomes a part of my foundation.
I'd really like to retire my 360, and it'd only take a day to finish it, but something is holding me back. This is the kind of thing I want to get rid of--this lack of motivation.
I once tried to schedule every hour of my day. It didn't work, because you can't schedule for "fun," and my predilection for indulgence throws everything out of whack. It's important to set aside a generous amount of time for slack, but at the same time, maintain a sense of strict adherence. It's definitely a balancing act.
I realize that I shouldn't divvy up too many tasks for a single day. When I do something, I like to go full concentration mode. It's probably best I set aside days for one thing. I also need a flex option, an alternative if I'm not feeling up to the task. Sometimes I set myself up for something, and I totally do not feel like doing it. Some things are just a matter of effort, but others are a matter of timing and inspiration.
I won't lay out my whole life plan here though. I'll create that document separately and reference for personal use.
My body stills feels sore from yesterday's run. My right foot in particular has a knot I can't get rid of. Massaging helps temporarily, and I kinda wanna go out and get a professional foot rub. But then I get flashbacks to my last massage where my body was wrecked to hell, and I think better of it. I should be mostly recovered by next Tuesday when I plan to run again.
Time to finish my day off with Tokyo Toy Box and Pokemon.
There's only one week left in this month, so I'm going to set my foot down and establish goals to be completed before the month's end. I discovered this new show, a drama called Tokyo Toy Box about Japanese game development. I'm already inspired since I myself am afflicted by the disease of creativity versus rational project management, as evidence by my numerous uncompleted stories.
The fact that I've been able to keep up with these Event Logs is a miracle. It means what I adopt is sticking. I do find myself more willing to put my mind to the task lately. I just have to keep at it, keep hacking, until it becomes a part of my foundation.
I'd really like to retire my 360, and it'd only take a day to finish it, but something is holding me back. This is the kind of thing I want to get rid of--this lack of motivation.
I once tried to schedule every hour of my day. It didn't work, because you can't schedule for "fun," and my predilection for indulgence throws everything out of whack. It's important to set aside a generous amount of time for slack, but at the same time, maintain a sense of strict adherence. It's definitely a balancing act.
I realize that I shouldn't divvy up too many tasks for a single day. When I do something, I like to go full concentration mode. It's probably best I set aside days for one thing. I also need a flex option, an alternative if I'm not feeling up to the task. Sometimes I set myself up for something, and I totally do not feel like doing it. Some things are just a matter of effort, but others are a matter of timing and inspiration.
I won't lay out my whole life plan here though. I'll create that document separately and reference for personal use.
My body stills feels sore from yesterday's run. My right foot in particular has a knot I can't get rid of. Massaging helps temporarily, and I kinda wanna go out and get a professional foot rub. But then I get flashbacks to my last massage where my body was wrecked to hell, and I think better of it. I should be mostly recovered by next Tuesday when I plan to run again.
Time to finish my day off with Tokyo Toy Box and Pokemon.
Event Log: 2/20/14
Even though I slept in because of Pokemon, I still got up at a respectable time. When I went downstairs to get breakfast, I saw my brother-in-law's brother in the backyard playing with our dog. I almost didn't recognize him because he got fat, and because of the facial hair. It's a somewhat dramatic transformation. I'm used to stability.
Example: myself. I've been getting fit by inches over the years, but I'm practically the same from when I graduated college. The one thing I do worry about is that I'm getting lighter. I need to eat more meat.
I stretched rigorously as I farmed more VC from 2K14. By the end of today, I was able to get enough to buy every last facility upgrade in MyGM mode. It amounted to approximately 54,000 VC, which is a ridiculous amount to gain through normal means.
I still need more, because that's how they designed this accursed game. I don't even know how many hours I wasted not playing, but I hope this week is the last time I'll ever have to do something like this. I still need 50,000 more just to buy the Lakers, but since that requires going through three whole seasons first, I'm not too concerned about it. I'm more worried about turning my SF into a beast right now.
I probably spent half an hour to an hour stretching. I think it worked, because after all that running--and walking, I don't feel as sore as I expected. I went through a route that cuts through the Santa Ana River. It took me about an hour and half to complete. I don't know how many miles it is, but it's freakin' long.
There's something funny about listening to a song by the band This Will Destroy You while getting destroyed. The sun never felt more hot. Usually, my mind is free to wander when I run, but I was so absorbed in the physical trial, with my ears pounding, my head being squeezed like a balloon about to pop, there was no room for musing. I was consumed by aches and fatigue the likes of which I haven't experienced for far too long. For a brief moment, I wondered if I could return home safely. Fortunately, I'm still here.
My goal for the year is to get this entire route under an hour. It should be doable.
Once I got home, it was business as usual. I should buy overalls and a hat for all the farming I do in 2K14.
I watched another episode of Mayo Chiki and Nisekoi. Can't let the entire day be dedicated to gaming only.
On that topic, I played a couple matches in Metro, Firestorm, and Gulf of Oman. It feels very similar, but also a little different to Battlefield 3. What I wouldn't give for a Grand Bazaar remake. Metro is a clusterfuck as always, but I was getting great production out of the EOD bot. Those choke points are stupid, but since there's plenty of ammo lying around, using an EOD bot is a pretty nifty strategy. Guys don't expect it, and when you get up in their grill, you allow your teammates to storm in while they're distracted.
I did awful during my short stint. I need my boy to back me up in order to play at peak capacity!
/eventlog
Example: myself. I've been getting fit by inches over the years, but I'm practically the same from when I graduated college. The one thing I do worry about is that I'm getting lighter. I need to eat more meat.
I stretched rigorously as I farmed more VC from 2K14. By the end of today, I was able to get enough to buy every last facility upgrade in MyGM mode. It amounted to approximately 54,000 VC, which is a ridiculous amount to gain through normal means.
I still need more, because that's how they designed this accursed game. I don't even know how many hours I wasted not playing, but I hope this week is the last time I'll ever have to do something like this. I still need 50,000 more just to buy the Lakers, but since that requires going through three whole seasons first, I'm not too concerned about it. I'm more worried about turning my SF into a beast right now.
I probably spent half an hour to an hour stretching. I think it worked, because after all that running--and walking, I don't feel as sore as I expected. I went through a route that cuts through the Santa Ana River. It took me about an hour and half to complete. I don't know how many miles it is, but it's freakin' long.
There's something funny about listening to a song by the band This Will Destroy You while getting destroyed. The sun never felt more hot. Usually, my mind is free to wander when I run, but I was so absorbed in the physical trial, with my ears pounding, my head being squeezed like a balloon about to pop, there was no room for musing. I was consumed by aches and fatigue the likes of which I haven't experienced for far too long. For a brief moment, I wondered if I could return home safely. Fortunately, I'm still here.
My goal for the year is to get this entire route under an hour. It should be doable.
Once I got home, it was business as usual. I should buy overalls and a hat for all the farming I do in 2K14.
I watched another episode of Mayo Chiki and Nisekoi. Can't let the entire day be dedicated to gaming only.
On that topic, I played a couple matches in Metro, Firestorm, and Gulf of Oman. It feels very similar, but also a little different to Battlefield 3. What I wouldn't give for a Grand Bazaar remake. Metro is a clusterfuck as always, but I was getting great production out of the EOD bot. Those choke points are stupid, but since there's plenty of ammo lying around, using an EOD bot is a pretty nifty strategy. Guys don't expect it, and when you get up in their grill, you allow your teammates to storm in while they're distracted.
I did awful during my short stint. I need my boy to back me up in order to play at peak capacity!
/eventlog
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Event Log: 2/19/14
I finally got my hands on Pokemon Y and stayed up the whole night playing it. I just checked out EV training right now and there's no way I'm wasting my time on that shit. I'm already wasting enough time as it is farming VC in 2K14, and it's not like I'm ever gonna jump online anyway.
I felt like I really pushed myself during my workout, but it could be the soreness from my attempted jog yesterday.
Things are pretty slow on the VG news front. Guess new game footage can't be released every day of the week.
I can only get roughly 7000VC an hour. The game periodically glitches (I'd say about 50% of the fucking time) and doesn't give me anything, and I end up wasting 6 minutes simulating a season. It really pisses me off, but considering the alternatives, it's the fastest way to build up VC, shitty glitches and all. I'm done with this series. I'll only buy the next one once it lands in the bargain bin.
With Second Assault DLC out for the PS4 (Premium only), it's time to get back into BF4--except, we forgot to download it when my friend and I logged on. Talk about embarrassing. I'm surprised it finished downloading while we were playing. Lot of lag though.
I spent most of my day going through stretching exercises and farming 2K14.
I felt like I really pushed myself during my workout, but it could be the soreness from my attempted jog yesterday.
Things are pretty slow on the VG news front. Guess new game footage can't be released every day of the week.
I can only get roughly 7000VC an hour. The game periodically glitches (I'd say about 50% of the fucking time) and doesn't give me anything, and I end up wasting 6 minutes simulating a season. It really pisses me off, but considering the alternatives, it's the fastest way to build up VC, shitty glitches and all. I'm done with this series. I'll only buy the next one once it lands in the bargain bin.
With Second Assault DLC out for the PS4 (Premium only), it's time to get back into BF4--except, we forgot to download it when my friend and I logged on. Talk about embarrassing. I'm surprised it finished downloading while we were playing. Lot of lag though.
I spent most of my day going through stretching exercises and farming 2K14.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Event Log: 2/18/14
The Nisekoi anime has got some weird impressionist effect going on. Reminds me of Bake/Nisemonogatari with the funky backgrounds, tiled patterns, and floating bubbles and sparkles and all sorts of transparent shit, not to mention, the Ren and Stimpy style sudden close ups. The music is weird too. I don't know what's up with the director, but a straightforward conventional approach would've worked best. I never read the manga with that kind of dreamlike lens, so I'm utterly bewildered by it. Voice acting is weak too. I don't know, I'm just not feeling it. It's probably because I've been watching Mayo Chiki, and while the source material isn't as strong, the adaption is faithful, and more importantly, successful.
I tried running for the first time in two years. I couldn't even get past the first song, then again, the song was about ten minutes long. That's no excuse though. I'm gonna have to gradually ease into my former form. I also started way too late. It was getting real dark outside with heavy clouds, and it was cold as hell. I probably would've gotten sick if I stayed out there any longer. I only went around the block, but I was wrecked by the time I got home. My lungs constricted, and the simple act of breathing became devastatingly laborious and painful.
I'm jumping in the beta for FFXIV on the PS4. It's done downloading, so I should be good when the beta goes live in four days. I hear it's an amazing port of the PC version. Since it's free, I'm gonna jump right in and start living the Fantasy.
After building up 50,000 VC or so, I blew it all on facility upgrades in MyGM mode. To my delight, these upgrades carry across files and follow you no matter which franchise you're running. And here I thought I wasted all of it. What's been brought down must be rebuilt again. I swear I spend more time grinding than actually playing. Whoever thought of this idea has probably gotten a raise, but I wish nothing but misfortune upon him or her.
I woke up late this morning because I got sucked into MyGM mode simulation. I went to bed at seven in the morning, so that was to be expected. I totally felt like shit too. Even though I simulated five years or so, I only won one championship, and it was with the Mavericks after getting fired by the Lakers owner. What's even more ironic? I beat the Lakers to do it.
Fired me at the worst time since I was on the cusp of building a contender. Instead, I wait til the end of the season, sign up with the Mavs, who are projected to get the third pick, and miraculously, end up with number 1 instead. I spent all the Lakers scouts on this one guy, and here's my chance to draft his ass, the shooting guard of the future! He came in rated 84 or something ridiculous like that.
I needed to find a good free agent, so I sign up Kevin Durant. Unfortunately, that year was our only year of destiny. Shitty injuries ruined the next couple years and I got bored. I wasn't getting enough VC. Damned if it wasn't fun though.
I was supposed to go out and borrow my friend's DS but my brother-in-law parked behind me. That sucks. Apparently, Twitch Plays Pokemon has implemented some sort of Anarchy Democracy system. Isn't it ironic to vote for Anarchy? I'm afraid the whole enterprise has lost its luster. The only people who'll take enjoyment from this mess are those who like to watch the world burn.
I tried running for the first time in two years. I couldn't even get past the first song, then again, the song was about ten minutes long. That's no excuse though. I'm gonna have to gradually ease into my former form. I also started way too late. It was getting real dark outside with heavy clouds, and it was cold as hell. I probably would've gotten sick if I stayed out there any longer. I only went around the block, but I was wrecked by the time I got home. My lungs constricted, and the simple act of breathing became devastatingly laborious and painful.
I'm jumping in the beta for FFXIV on the PS4. It's done downloading, so I should be good when the beta goes live in four days. I hear it's an amazing port of the PC version. Since it's free, I'm gonna jump right in and start living the Fantasy.
After building up 50,000 VC or so, I blew it all on facility upgrades in MyGM mode. To my delight, these upgrades carry across files and follow you no matter which franchise you're running. And here I thought I wasted all of it. What's been brought down must be rebuilt again. I swear I spend more time grinding than actually playing. Whoever thought of this idea has probably gotten a raise, but I wish nothing but misfortune upon him or her.
I woke up late this morning because I got sucked into MyGM mode simulation. I went to bed at seven in the morning, so that was to be expected. I totally felt like shit too. Even though I simulated five years or so, I only won one championship, and it was with the Mavericks after getting fired by the Lakers owner. What's even more ironic? I beat the Lakers to do it.
Fired me at the worst time since I was on the cusp of building a contender. Instead, I wait til the end of the season, sign up with the Mavs, who are projected to get the third pick, and miraculously, end up with number 1 instead. I spent all the Lakers scouts on this one guy, and here's my chance to draft his ass, the shooting guard of the future! He came in rated 84 or something ridiculous like that.
I needed to find a good free agent, so I sign up Kevin Durant. Unfortunately, that year was our only year of destiny. Shitty injuries ruined the next couple years and I got bored. I wasn't getting enough VC. Damned if it wasn't fun though.
I was supposed to go out and borrow my friend's DS but my brother-in-law parked behind me. That sucks. Apparently, Twitch Plays Pokemon has implemented some sort of Anarchy Democracy system. Isn't it ironic to vote for Anarchy? I'm afraid the whole enterprise has lost its luster. The only people who'll take enjoyment from this mess are those who like to watch the world burn.
Event Log: 2/17/14
I'm a bit surprised that I haven't run into a wall yet regarding daily topics. It's not like what I do is extraordinarily interesting, but I can put together a string of sentences on a nightly basis. I daresay this is the first day I might run the risk of having nothing to say because I didn't do a damn thing. I would say spending the entire day playing a video game would be more productive than what I did.
The most noteworthy thing I did was farm more VC in NBA 2K14. I don't know if I love or hate this game, but I can't let it go. I maxed out all my signature skill slots for my center.
I watched a couple episodes of Mayo Chiki.
I've been slowly extending my workout routine and I'm mentally preparing myself for a run tomorrow. I'm going to be destroyed.
My dad asked me if it wasn't boring doing nothing all day. For once, I think I agree with him. These Event Logs are one of the few good habits I've been able to cultivate. It's time to bring it over to my other endeavors.
I still haven't held my niece yet. I feel intimidated, and I wouldn't know what to do if she puked all over me or starting bawling.
Sony announced on the PR wire that they've sold 5.3 million PS4s. Next-gen is here. Bring on the new hotness and software announcements.
I've been throwing out ideas for my collaborators to chew on. One of them has been silent, but the other appears to be receptive. I might be able to fulfill my dreams of writing an adventure.
Never mind. One insists adamantly (and probably jokingly) on writing Yaoi. I ain't gonna follow that. Best we operate in silos if that's the case.
The Twitch Plays Pokemon stream has officially entered hell. They will never escape Team Rocket's lair. I suddenly feel like playing Pokemon again. I asked my friend if I could borrow his 3DS. He said "Yes.' Guess it's back to catching 'mon again.
I did a little research on Pokemon rom hacks and I'm surprised there are none with romance in the story line. I suppose it's easier to hack in Pokemon from different generations than trying to craft new scenarios. Maybe I should write something for Pokemon... Nobody will care if I self-insert that!
/eventlog
The most noteworthy thing I did was farm more VC in NBA 2K14. I don't know if I love or hate this game, but I can't let it go. I maxed out all my signature skill slots for my center.
I watched a couple episodes of Mayo Chiki.
I've been slowly extending my workout routine and I'm mentally preparing myself for a run tomorrow. I'm going to be destroyed.
My dad asked me if it wasn't boring doing nothing all day. For once, I think I agree with him. These Event Logs are one of the few good habits I've been able to cultivate. It's time to bring it over to my other endeavors.
I still haven't held my niece yet. I feel intimidated, and I wouldn't know what to do if she puked all over me or starting bawling.
Sony announced on the PR wire that they've sold 5.3 million PS4s. Next-gen is here. Bring on the new hotness and software announcements.
I've been throwing out ideas for my collaborators to chew on. One of them has been silent, but the other appears to be receptive. I might be able to fulfill my dreams of writing an adventure.
Never mind. One insists adamantly (and probably jokingly) on writing Yaoi. I ain't gonna follow that. Best we operate in silos if that's the case.
The Twitch Plays Pokemon stream has officially entered hell. They will never escape Team Rocket's lair. I suddenly feel like playing Pokemon again. I asked my friend if I could borrow his 3DS. He said "Yes.' Guess it's back to catching 'mon again.
I did a little research on Pokemon rom hacks and I'm surprised there are none with romance in the story line. I suppose it's easier to hack in Pokemon from different generations than trying to craft new scenarios. Maybe I should write something for Pokemon... Nobody will care if I self-insert that!
/eventlog
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Event Log: 2/16/14
I'm waiting for a prophet to rise and shepherd these fools on Twitch. The Twitch Plays Pokemon stream is proof that a true democracy would never work. All it takes is a few trolls to ruin everything.
I actually got a decent sleep last night. To stave off the morning haze, I bought myself a Green Tea Frap from Starbucks. I think caffeine is ineffectual against me, because it works for like ten minutes and then I crash. I spent most of my afternoon trying to resist napping.
I finished off the last two slices of pizza from two days ago. They bought way too much pizza. I was starting to get sick of it.
I took a quick rest and closed my eyes and got flashbacks to my old house on Crest Road. That prompted me to get up and take a walk to the park. I was hoping to do some writing for Mister Cinderella, but I got derailed by trying to put together my Post-Rock playlist. The Winamp interface is so unwieldy on Android.
For some reason, there were flies in swarms on the sidewalk even though the weather was cool. I walked on the street to avoid them, and since there was nothing but free space in front of me, I ran the last stretch home. I was reminded of how nice it felt to run. I think it's finally time to start jogging again.
It's gratifying to see Hotel Hearts achieve a perfect 300 reviews. I think that qualifies as a success.
Much of my day was wrapped up in the Helix Prophecies, aka, the Pokemon Twitch stream. It's no small wonder they made it this far. I will wait with bated breath to see if they could arrive at the promised land.
/eventlog
I actually got a decent sleep last night. To stave off the morning haze, I bought myself a Green Tea Frap from Starbucks. I think caffeine is ineffectual against me, because it works for like ten minutes and then I crash. I spent most of my afternoon trying to resist napping.
I finished off the last two slices of pizza from two days ago. They bought way too much pizza. I was starting to get sick of it.
I took a quick rest and closed my eyes and got flashbacks to my old house on Crest Road. That prompted me to get up and take a walk to the park. I was hoping to do some writing for Mister Cinderella, but I got derailed by trying to put together my Post-Rock playlist. The Winamp interface is so unwieldy on Android.
For some reason, there were flies in swarms on the sidewalk even though the weather was cool. I walked on the street to avoid them, and since there was nothing but free space in front of me, I ran the last stretch home. I was reminded of how nice it felt to run. I think it's finally time to start jogging again.
It's gratifying to see Hotel Hearts achieve a perfect 300 reviews. I think that qualifies as a success.
Much of my day was wrapped up in the Helix Prophecies, aka, the Pokemon Twitch stream. It's no small wonder they made it this far. I will wait with bated breath to see if they could arrive at the promised land.
/eventlog
Event Log: 2/15/14
I hate it when the door to my room is open when I'm trying to sleep. All the sounds of the outside world sneak in and wreak havoc on my peace. That's how I woke up this morning. At least I was up earlier than usual.
Unexpectedly, I was plunged into a midday Borderlands 2 session. We completed the Mr. Torgue DLC and we're back on the main quest. Sanctuary just phase-shifted to the pie in the sky. We'll have to level up to thirty before we can start Tiny Tina, which I hear is unanimously the best one.
I watched the anime for Mayo Chiki. I was reading the manga yesterday and I wanted to see the animated version. I have no idea why, but I find the masculine voice by female voice actresses to be very sultry. Maybe I got a thing for husky voices?
Today, the collaboration was published in its entirety, and as expected, the last story gathered the most accolades. I don't think of myself as a master plotter. I think story is my weak point, but my strongest point is storytelling. I'm all about the narrative. The better the story idea, the weaker my narrative, but the weaker the story idea, the stronger my narrative. I've yet to make a perfect combination of the two.
I also realized that I made no attempt to describe appearances, only faces, but not the clothes, which might've helped to bring across the Victorian era feeling. I was so wrapped up in the narration that I didn't notice. I think it does help with the dreamlike feeling. Rarely do we focus on such details in our sleep. Maybe it speaks to my narrative skill that nobody ever noticed.
Either way, it's always good to keep the basics in mind. When describing something, use all five senses. We always forget one or two but we should make it a habit to think of all five. I've been getting pretty lazy in that aspect. Gotta whip myself back into shape again.
We're already beginning preparations for the next collaboration. We got together on Google Hangouts. They were all very surprised by my haircut. We mainly touched base. The real work is gonna happen tomorrow, and some of the ideas we're throwing around will probably blow some readers' minds.
Let's see how it'll pan out.
/eventlog
Unexpectedly, I was plunged into a midday Borderlands 2 session. We completed the Mr. Torgue DLC and we're back on the main quest. Sanctuary just phase-shifted to the pie in the sky. We'll have to level up to thirty before we can start Tiny Tina, which I hear is unanimously the best one.
I watched the anime for Mayo Chiki. I was reading the manga yesterday and I wanted to see the animated version. I have no idea why, but I find the masculine voice by female voice actresses to be very sultry. Maybe I got a thing for husky voices?
Today, the collaboration was published in its entirety, and as expected, the last story gathered the most accolades. I don't think of myself as a master plotter. I think story is my weak point, but my strongest point is storytelling. I'm all about the narrative. The better the story idea, the weaker my narrative, but the weaker the story idea, the stronger my narrative. I've yet to make a perfect combination of the two.
I also realized that I made no attempt to describe appearances, only faces, but not the clothes, which might've helped to bring across the Victorian era feeling. I was so wrapped up in the narration that I didn't notice. I think it does help with the dreamlike feeling. Rarely do we focus on such details in our sleep. Maybe it speaks to my narrative skill that nobody ever noticed.
Either way, it's always good to keep the basics in mind. When describing something, use all five senses. We always forget one or two but we should make it a habit to think of all five. I've been getting pretty lazy in that aspect. Gotta whip myself back into shape again.
We're already beginning preparations for the next collaboration. We got together on Google Hangouts. They were all very surprised by my haircut. We mainly touched base. The real work is gonna happen tomorrow, and some of the ideas we're throwing around will probably blow some readers' minds.
Let's see how it'll pan out.
/eventlog
Friday, February 14, 2014
Event Log: 2/14/14
This morning, I had that experience of slipping in and out of consciousness, when sleep clings to you for dear life and refuses to let you live. Every time I opened my eyes to look at the clock, it advanced by hours.
Earlier, in the middle of the night, I felt a short burst of sleep paralysis. It was like getting sucked through an oven. Flames sprouted around me and I felt extremely hot under my covers. Then my body was flung through a vortex, like a warp tunnel, until I landed in my bed. It was pretty crazy.
When I woke up for reals, I jumped in on Skype. Today was publishing date for another collaboration. Just wanted to check the current status before launch. I didn't expect the publisher to stagger the chapters. So far, these collaborations have ended up with disappointing results. I guess we severely overestimated our star power. Well, always nice to write something different for a change.
I spent most of the day reading what my fellow authors wrote and went through my daily workout routine. I ate pizza for dinner--four slices. Slowly but surely, I'm sculpting a pretty nice body. I mean, I'm no Bruce Lee, but I'm halfway between fit and flabby. The past four years of light workouts has finally started to bear fruit.
Even though it's Valentine's Day, I'd like to remember it as the anniversary of my layoff. I can't believe I went through an entire year without doing a single goddamned thing. I don't know if that's sad or impressive, but as long as I got money in the bank, I'll live.
/eventlog
Event Log: 2/13/14
Sleep has become irresistible lately. It's quite troublesome. How much of my day has gone to waste because of it?
Once again, I woke up to another unexceptional day. I napped on and off while reading manga. I think it'll be a few more days before I get burned out on the task. My next obsession might be video games. Considering how much shit I gotta beat, I'm crossing my fingers.
Hopefully, I can catch up on my shows soon.
The night was capped by a three-way chat. Collaboration is ready for lift off.
The emergence of NPD results was a bit exciting at least.
I got my tax refund. That's one thousand extra in the bank. Know what that means? Vegas, baby.
/eventlog
Once again, I woke up to another unexceptional day. I napped on and off while reading manga. I think it'll be a few more days before I get burned out on the task. My next obsession might be video games. Considering how much shit I gotta beat, I'm crossing my fingers.
Hopefully, I can catch up on my shows soon.
The night was capped by a three-way chat. Collaboration is ready for lift off.
The emergence of NPD results was a bit exciting at least.
I got my tax refund. That's one thousand extra in the bank. Know what that means? Vegas, baby.
/eventlog
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Event Log: 2/12/14
I woke up straight into some Borderlands 2 action this afternoon. Friend texted me and I jumped right in. No breakfast or brushing my teeth. That took a significant chunk of my day. We made progress in the Mr. Torgue DLC.
I did some last minute revisions for my story and sent it off for publishing. It's no longer in my hands, and the publication depends on the reliability of my fellow authors. Godspeed, friends.
I'm about one sentence away from completing the rough draft for Hotel Heart's epilogue.
Today is my sister's birthday. We got served ice cream cake. Not a fan of cake that forces you to eat fast before it melts. It's a good thing I skipped dinner and went straight for dessert. My brother bought me a chicken bowl from Waba Grill on the way home from work. It's compensation for borrowing my car. Tomorrow? Sour cream and onion Lays Stax.
My niece is adorable. Babies are so tiny! It's kind of weird seeing my dad playing with her, saying "Are you sexy? Are you sexy?" Uh, I guess you need a lot of context for that to not sound creepy, but rest assured, it was all in good fun.
In the dead of night, Team Speak imploded on us. My friend sounded like a cyborg in its death throes before we got disconnected. I think somebody forgot to pay their server bills.
/eventlog
I did some last minute revisions for my story and sent it off for publishing. It's no longer in my hands, and the publication depends on the reliability of my fellow authors. Godspeed, friends.
I'm about one sentence away from completing the rough draft for Hotel Heart's epilogue.
Today is my sister's birthday. We got served ice cream cake. Not a fan of cake that forces you to eat fast before it melts. It's a good thing I skipped dinner and went straight for dessert. My brother bought me a chicken bowl from Waba Grill on the way home from work. It's compensation for borrowing my car. Tomorrow? Sour cream and onion Lays Stax.
My niece is adorable. Babies are so tiny! It's kind of weird seeing my dad playing with her, saying "Are you sexy? Are you sexy?" Uh, I guess you need a lot of context for that to not sound creepy, but rest assured, it was all in good fun.
In the dead of night, Team Speak imploded on us. My friend sounded like a cyborg in its death throes before we got disconnected. I think somebody forgot to pay their server bills.
/eventlog
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Event Log: 2/11/14
Maybe I spoke too harshly about my group. We're just late to the party, even when it's our own. We went to celebrate my friend's birthday with an outing to Wing Stop. I got ten wings, five hickory smoked BBQ and five lemon pepper--both boneless, with a side of fries. Not bad.
On the many TV screens mounted there, I watched the Lakers lose against the Jazz. Hell yeah, keep the tank alive. As we ate, we talked mostly about games. Even though we all have PCs, we don't have a game that we can play together in. Some play Borderlands, some play League, some play Hearthstone--it's a mess. We're spread out everywhere.
Before getting home, I got Starbucks. That might be the reason I stayed up so late at night. We played some Borderlands to close out the night. I caught up on my manga and earlier in the day, I did some work on the epilogue for Hotel Hearts. I'm probably one or two pages away from completing the first draft. There are many things that annoy me in it. Good thing I'm keeping it short.
I've been listening to this YouTube playlist for the past week. It's really relaxing and uplifting stuff. I finally found the genre that I'd classify Sigur Ros in: post rock.
My fellow writers have been slacking off in their writing ventures. I suppose one can't foresee the future, but that is precisely why I put my work in early. Deadlines exist for a reason!
/eventlog
On the many TV screens mounted there, I watched the Lakers lose against the Jazz. Hell yeah, keep the tank alive. As we ate, we talked mostly about games. Even though we all have PCs, we don't have a game that we can play together in. Some play Borderlands, some play League, some play Hearthstone--it's a mess. We're spread out everywhere.
Before getting home, I got Starbucks. That might be the reason I stayed up so late at night. We played some Borderlands to close out the night. I caught up on my manga and earlier in the day, I did some work on the epilogue for Hotel Hearts. I'm probably one or two pages away from completing the first draft. There are many things that annoy me in it. Good thing I'm keeping it short.
I've been listening to this YouTube playlist for the past week. It's really relaxing and uplifting stuff. I finally found the genre that I'd classify Sigur Ros in: post rock.
My fellow writers have been slacking off in their writing ventures. I suppose one can't foresee the future, but that is precisely why I put my work in early. Deadlines exist for a reason!
/eventlog
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Event Log: 2/10/14
My brother-in-law would make a pretty bad manager. He's patronizing, talks down to people, and he always has to be right. Worst of all, he doesn't even realize it. I feel sorry for my niece, but she'll probably be the only one to find him funny. Ouch. I said some pretty harsh things. The truth ain't always clean. Like my bathroom.
When I woke up this morning, the first thing he does is ask me to clean the bathtub. I don't mind listening to a request, but he usually frames it in the most demeaning way possible.
"I just fixed the draining, but you'll have to do me favor and clean the bathtub, because it was your fault I have to fix the draining in the first place."
I'll let it slide. He rents out cars at the airport, so he has to deal with bad customers all the time. I'm sure it has destroyed his faith in humanity.
I spent the next couple hours polishing a rail for a sliding door. The calcium deposits are so embedded, I need a goddamn chisel to scrape it off.
I hate it when I have to do this kind of labor on my workout days. It means I get extra tired.
I played some Borderlands 2 with my friends. Unfortunately, it was just a threesome instead of a four-way. Our slackers ways persist even when we stay at home.
I watched several episodes of Yamada and The Seven Witches, which has pretty much cured me of my aversion of seeing two guys kiss. I'll probably won't mind as much if I see two dudes making out in front of me anymore.
/eventlog
When I woke up this morning, the first thing he does is ask me to clean the bathtub. I don't mind listening to a request, but he usually frames it in the most demeaning way possible.
"I just fixed the draining, but you'll have to do me favor and clean the bathtub, because it was your fault I have to fix the draining in the first place."
I'll let it slide. He rents out cars at the airport, so he has to deal with bad customers all the time. I'm sure it has destroyed his faith in humanity.
I spent the next couple hours polishing a rail for a sliding door. The calcium deposits are so embedded, I need a goddamn chisel to scrape it off.
I hate it when I have to do this kind of labor on my workout days. It means I get extra tired.
I played some Borderlands 2 with my friends. Unfortunately, it was just a threesome instead of a four-way. Our slackers ways persist even when we stay at home.
I watched several episodes of Yamada and The Seven Witches, which has pretty much cured me of my aversion of seeing two guys kiss. I'll probably won't mind as much if I see two dudes making out in front of me anymore.
/eventlog
Monday, February 10, 2014
Event Log: 2/9/14
I don't keep up with my manga. I like to let it build up and engorge myself all at once. I caught up on the big three: BON (Bleach, One Peace, and Naruto).
Bleach and Naruto are far past their due date. It's frustrating when someone refuses to die. It's like a final boss with seven different forms. Hasn't anyone thought that this might be excessive? Even in their death throes, they continue to be milked. Have a little respect, senseis, and let your projects die with dignity.
Sundays are my free days. I don't behold myself to any one task, and with the NFL season over, there's nothing interesting on TV. I cut through a significant portion of Red Dragon. I'm on chapter 40. I don't know how many are left, but according to my scroll bar, I'm probably 80% done.
I was struck by an unquenchable thirst for distraction, and loaded up CrunchyRoll for anything interesting. I watched the first four episodes of Recently, My Sister is Unusual. It's bad, but I can't stop watching. Don't you hate it when you come across something like that? You feel like you wasted your time, but you don't regret it for some reason, like an insane gaming session.
/eventlog
Bleach and Naruto are far past their due date. It's frustrating when someone refuses to die. It's like a final boss with seven different forms. Hasn't anyone thought that this might be excessive? Even in their death throes, they continue to be milked. Have a little respect, senseis, and let your projects die with dignity.
Sundays are my free days. I don't behold myself to any one task, and with the NFL season over, there's nothing interesting on TV. I cut through a significant portion of Red Dragon. I'm on chapter 40. I don't know how many are left, but according to my scroll bar, I'm probably 80% done.
I was struck by an unquenchable thirst for distraction, and loaded up CrunchyRoll for anything interesting. I watched the first four episodes of Recently, My Sister is Unusual. It's bad, but I can't stop watching. Don't you hate it when you come across something like that? You feel like you wasted your time, but you don't regret it for some reason, like an insane gaming session.
/eventlog
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Event Log: 2/8/14
It's tough being friends with a motley crew of slackers. Even though it's my friend's birthday, we didn't do anything. Even birthday boy himself slept in, and since he's eating dinner with his parents tonight, it means today is off the table for celebration. Since he doesn't mind, I suppose I shouldn't mind either, but it makes me angry that we fail to adhere to the most basic of social norms. Is it really too hard to get something to eat together?
Since that didn't pan out, I decided to polish up a story that's set to be published soon. Although I considered myself "finished," I went through things again and made fairly significant revisions. Whenever I write, there are always little pockets of narrative that annoy me, but I can't figure out how to fix it. I usually reserve the solution for a later date. Never once have I read over what I wrote without feeling this. I can try to diminish it as much as I can, but I can only achieve satisfaction. My masterpiece has yet to arrive.
Sometimes, the issue at hand is a simple swap of words. It's the difference between using "fast" or "quickly." If I waffle between the two, it means I'm not comfortable with either. In this case, having an editor might really help, because I end up switching the words every time I read through it.
I finally watched Come and See, a 1985 Russian film about the horrors of war. For all the praise it's gotten, I expected something more...gruesome. The film is definitely a lurid living nightmare of sorts, an effect I attribute almost entirely to the soundtrack, which is replete with screams, harsh echoes, discordant anthems, and a bit of classical thrown in for good measure.
It was hyped up to me as a true representation of the horrors of war, just as how 12 Years a Slave depicts its institution in all of its ugliness. I remain devastating unaffected. I'm a product of my times, where trashy gore films are common, not controversial. I once saw a movie about people getting raped to death by a giant fucking dick. Once you see that, old shit don't even compare. In case you're wondering, the movie sucked ass.
But Come and See does have an advantage since the atrocities are based on real life, and it makes my heart bleed for the world. It reminds me of how fortunate I am to not only be living the life I lead, but to even have the opportunity to say this shit.
/eventlog
Since that didn't pan out, I decided to polish up a story that's set to be published soon. Although I considered myself "finished," I went through things again and made fairly significant revisions. Whenever I write, there are always little pockets of narrative that annoy me, but I can't figure out how to fix it. I usually reserve the solution for a later date. Never once have I read over what I wrote without feeling this. I can try to diminish it as much as I can, but I can only achieve satisfaction. My masterpiece has yet to arrive.
Sometimes, the issue at hand is a simple swap of words. It's the difference between using "fast" or "quickly." If I waffle between the two, it means I'm not comfortable with either. In this case, having an editor might really help, because I end up switching the words every time I read through it.
I finally watched Come and See, a 1985 Russian film about the horrors of war. For all the praise it's gotten, I expected something more...gruesome. The film is definitely a lurid living nightmare of sorts, an effect I attribute almost entirely to the soundtrack, which is replete with screams, harsh echoes, discordant anthems, and a bit of classical thrown in for good measure.
It was hyped up to me as a true representation of the horrors of war, just as how 12 Years a Slave depicts its institution in all of its ugliness. I remain devastating unaffected. I'm a product of my times, where trashy gore films are common, not controversial. I once saw a movie about people getting raped to death by a giant fucking dick. Once you see that, old shit don't even compare. In case you're wondering, the movie sucked ass.
But Come and See does have an advantage since the atrocities are based on real life, and it makes my heart bleed for the world. It reminds me of how fortunate I am to not only be living the life I lead, but to even have the opportunity to say this shit.
/eventlog
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Event Log: 2/7/14
I held out on this one because I was feeling tired. Of course, being tired meant playing BF4 until 4 in the morning. One can never accurately predict what will happen next, even in the next few hours.
I got 2 MVPs. Seems like the only mode I can get them is in Domination. Despite great individual performances from myself and my friend, we ended the night on a four game losing streak. At least we had a six game winning streak before that.
Earlier, I got a haircut. Contrary to my usual style, I got it cut short--really short. It feels very...airy. My hair hasn't been this short since elementary school. Since I've been reading Red Dragon, I can't help but feel that this is my new Becoming, a Transformation of sorts. Into what? I don't know, but hopefully a better version of myself.
I've always found it funny how randomly capitalized words can make such an Impression. Is there something important about this word I should know? You bet.
In a strange moment of true multi-tasking, I was reading Red Dragon while listening to both Pandora and my friends chatting over Teamspeak during a League of Legends match, and at the same time, I'm farming VC through MyGM mode in NBA2K14. What surprises me most was how long I managed to sustain it.
It's been a long time since I listened to Pandora, but thanks to it, I stumbled upon this amazing YouTube playlist. Are these YouTube mixes user created or synthesized by a web algorithm? If it's the latter, that is some impressive work, Google. Maybe something good came out of their copyright algorithm after all.
I spent the whole day farming and got 55,000 VC out of it. Should I successfully manage a franchise for 3 in-game years, I can become owner with a one-time investment of 50K VC. Since I want to bulk up my Center, it means I still got more farming to do.
I think I'm in love with Risa Yoshiki. I can't get enough of her.
Then again, Japanese makeup work is one of the greatest deceptions known in modern society.
/eventlog
I got 2 MVPs. Seems like the only mode I can get them is in Domination. Despite great individual performances from myself and my friend, we ended the night on a four game losing streak. At least we had a six game winning streak before that.
Earlier, I got a haircut. Contrary to my usual style, I got it cut short--really short. It feels very...airy. My hair hasn't been this short since elementary school. Since I've been reading Red Dragon, I can't help but feel that this is my new Becoming, a Transformation of sorts. Into what? I don't know, but hopefully a better version of myself.
I've always found it funny how randomly capitalized words can make such an Impression. Is there something important about this word I should know? You bet.
In a strange moment of true multi-tasking, I was reading Red Dragon while listening to both Pandora and my friends chatting over Teamspeak during a League of Legends match, and at the same time, I'm farming VC through MyGM mode in NBA2K14. What surprises me most was how long I managed to sustain it.
It's been a long time since I listened to Pandora, but thanks to it, I stumbled upon this amazing YouTube playlist. Are these YouTube mixes user created or synthesized by a web algorithm? If it's the latter, that is some impressive work, Google. Maybe something good came out of their copyright algorithm after all.
I spent the whole day farming and got 55,000 VC out of it. Should I successfully manage a franchise for 3 in-game years, I can become owner with a one-time investment of 50K VC. Since I want to bulk up my Center, it means I still got more farming to do.
I think I'm in love with Risa Yoshiki. I can't get enough of her.
Then again, Japanese makeup work is one of the greatest deceptions known in modern society.
/eventlog
Friday, February 7, 2014
Event Log: 2/6/14
Happy birthday, Z. We'll have to celebrate in the coming weekend.
When people complain about 2K14, I always felt it was overblown. That was until today. This game is a broken, straight up, piece of shit. The constant server authentication ruins everything. When the network fails, I lose hard-earned VC, and it ends up being waste of time.
I could tolerate the broken gameplay, but when the overlying systems that impede your progress fail to work properly, I don't know if I can jump in for another go around next year. We, as consumers, need to send a strong and clear message to the publishers: we will not tolerate your anti-consumer bullshit.
At least I was able to max out all my GM abilities. I wonder how many more hours it'll take before I can forget about this fake currency altogether.
I loaded up another chapter on my secret identity. I'm partly doing this to troll, but also to test out a supposed formula for success. The tipping point should be around chapter 7 or so. If it turns out to be a bust, I'm waving the white flag and changing my name.
It's been raining outside. With a strangely warm January behind us, it's like the weather realized that it's winter now. Stop trying to make up for lost time, spring is right around the corner. But what am I saying? I love dark weather.
/eventlog
When people complain about 2K14, I always felt it was overblown. That was until today. This game is a broken, straight up, piece of shit. The constant server authentication ruins everything. When the network fails, I lose hard-earned VC, and it ends up being waste of time.
I could tolerate the broken gameplay, but when the overlying systems that impede your progress fail to work properly, I don't know if I can jump in for another go around next year. We, as consumers, need to send a strong and clear message to the publishers: we will not tolerate your anti-consumer bullshit.
At least I was able to max out all my GM abilities. I wonder how many more hours it'll take before I can forget about this fake currency altogether.
I loaded up another chapter on my secret identity. I'm partly doing this to troll, but also to test out a supposed formula for success. The tipping point should be around chapter 7 or so. If it turns out to be a bust, I'm waving the white flag and changing my name.
It's been raining outside. With a strangely warm January behind us, it's like the weather realized that it's winter now. Stop trying to make up for lost time, spring is right around the corner. But what am I saying? I love dark weather.
/eventlog
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Event Log: 2/5/14
The night did not go the way I expected. After wrapping up a session of BF4, I played some NBA 2K14. I wanted to get in a game or two. I stayed up until nine in the morning.
I was trying to get myself traded to the Lakers. I used a method on OperationSports. It requires a lot of patience. I have to slog through the in-game schedule until mid-January. Since the shortest I can set quarters is 6 minutes, that's a lot of game to skip. Near the end, I resorted to fouling out just to advance.
My efforts were not in vain. Finally, I ended up on my favorite team. It's too bad you can't be drafted by certain teams. At the rate things are going in real life, it seems very possible to be drafted by the Lakers next year.
For this season, though, I fit right in as Center. The starting lineup is Steve Nash, Kobe Bryant, Nick Young, Pau Gasol, and myself, Jo Matto. I modeled my player after The Dream, Hakeem Olajuwon--a beast with every offensive move possible in the post.
In my opening game as a Laker, I got 37 points on 15-15 shooting, 7 rebounds, 2 assists, 1 steal, 7 blocks, 7-8 free throws, and... 4 turnovers. The last detail aside, my game couldn't have been any more beastly, and this was on Hall of Fame. I even got the game winning block and rebound, which forced them to foul. I clinched it with free throws. Final score: 102-100.
I didn't get a good sleep.
I woke up at around 3 and ate leftovers from last night for breakfast. I decided to farm VC for NBA 2K14 using this method from OperationSports. The custom roster ensures no nagging calls from other GMs, saving a lot of time.
True to my tumblr post, I went out for once and bought myself a caramel flan frappuccino from Starbucks. I hung out with my friend and we talked about stuff. I tried to sell him on Hannibal but it seems like he's too busy with Sons of Anarchy to care. It seems like there was a hockey game today, which meant the plaza was packed. We just want to get some coffee. Get out the way!
At night, me and three friends played some 4-way coop in Borderlands 2. We played one of the DLC, Scarlett's Pirate Booty, where you can ride a sand skipper. There was a moment when my two friends drove into each other, grinding out the skippers, and it looked like a form of demented vehicular humping. It was the most hilarious thing ever and we couldn't stop laughing over Teamspeak. That's when I thought to myself: this is really fun!
Time to end the night farming more VC. I want to unlock every GM ability.
/eventlog
I was trying to get myself traded to the Lakers. I used a method on OperationSports. It requires a lot of patience. I have to slog through the in-game schedule until mid-January. Since the shortest I can set quarters is 6 minutes, that's a lot of game to skip. Near the end, I resorted to fouling out just to advance.
My efforts were not in vain. Finally, I ended up on my favorite team. It's too bad you can't be drafted by certain teams. At the rate things are going in real life, it seems very possible to be drafted by the Lakers next year.
For this season, though, I fit right in as Center. The starting lineup is Steve Nash, Kobe Bryant, Nick Young, Pau Gasol, and myself, Jo Matto. I modeled my player after The Dream, Hakeem Olajuwon--a beast with every offensive move possible in the post.
In my opening game as a Laker, I got 37 points on 15-15 shooting, 7 rebounds, 2 assists, 1 steal, 7 blocks, 7-8 free throws, and... 4 turnovers. The last detail aside, my game couldn't have been any more beastly, and this was on Hall of Fame. I even got the game winning block and rebound, which forced them to foul. I clinched it with free throws. Final score: 102-100.
I didn't get a good sleep.
I woke up at around 3 and ate leftovers from last night for breakfast. I decided to farm VC for NBA 2K14 using this method from OperationSports. The custom roster ensures no nagging calls from other GMs, saving a lot of time.
True to my tumblr post, I went out for once and bought myself a caramel flan frappuccino from Starbucks. I hung out with my friend and we talked about stuff. I tried to sell him on Hannibal but it seems like he's too busy with Sons of Anarchy to care. It seems like there was a hockey game today, which meant the plaza was packed. We just want to get some coffee. Get out the way!
At night, me and three friends played some 4-way coop in Borderlands 2. We played one of the DLC, Scarlett's Pirate Booty, where you can ride a sand skipper. There was a moment when my two friends drove into each other, grinding out the skippers, and it looked like a form of demented vehicular humping. It was the most hilarious thing ever and we couldn't stop laughing over Teamspeak. That's when I thought to myself: this is really fun!
Time to end the night farming more VC. I want to unlock every GM ability.
/eventlog
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Event Log: 2/4/14
Today has been somewhat productive. I filed my tax return, which means I should be getting back a cool one thousand dollars. That'll last me for three months--unless I go crazy in Vegas. With my unemployment benefits all but dried up, the stakes have been heightened, and I can't afford to slack off on my job hunt any longer.
I posted another chapter on my alter ego's account. I thought I hid myself well, but I was discovered by a fellow author. It's a lot harder than I thought to avoid detection. I suppose my style gives me away. Oh well, it's a dumping ground for my B-tier ideas. It's also a way to challenge myself and see how quick I can update a story that I'm making up on the fly. I'm keeping my word count low on purpose. That way, I can give each scene the attention it deserves.
I got a new blanket to sleep with. My old one hadn't been washed in more than a year. Yes, I like sleeping in my own filth. I'm disgusting like that.
I played some BF4 with my friend tonight. At first, I went 0-2 against the same piece of shit sniper camping on the back hills, but I once abandoned his pursuit, I really tore it up. I came out positive in every match. In terms of wins, I split: 2-2. I was able to shake off the rust quicker than usual.
And for the hell of it, I'm reading a series of short stories published before the turn of the century called The King in Yellow. It's supposed to be a precursor to H.P. Lovecraft's brand of strange tales. So far, it's talked about a play that drives people mad. Definitely my kind of shit.
/eventlog
I posted another chapter on my alter ego's account. I thought I hid myself well, but I was discovered by a fellow author. It's a lot harder than I thought to avoid detection. I suppose my style gives me away. Oh well, it's a dumping ground for my B-tier ideas. It's also a way to challenge myself and see how quick I can update a story that I'm making up on the fly. I'm keeping my word count low on purpose. That way, I can give each scene the attention it deserves.
I got a new blanket to sleep with. My old one hadn't been washed in more than a year. Yes, I like sleeping in my own filth. I'm disgusting like that.
I played some BF4 with my friend tonight. At first, I went 0-2 against the same piece of shit sniper camping on the back hills, but I once abandoned his pursuit, I really tore it up. I came out positive in every match. In terms of wins, I split: 2-2. I was able to shake off the rust quicker than usual.
And for the hell of it, I'm reading a series of short stories published before the turn of the century called The King in Yellow. It's supposed to be a precursor to H.P. Lovecraft's brand of strange tales. So far, it's talked about a play that drives people mad. Definitely my kind of shit.
/eventlog
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Event Log: 2/3/14
I've been slacking off lately, and it shows in my recent Event Logs. That's what happens when you wait until the next morning to write down everything. Memories are like water in your hands. The longer you hold on to them, the more it leaks. Then again, my days aren't particularly eventful to begin with. I spend 90% of it in my room. Maybe if I was going to school or had a job, there would be no end to the things I could say. As it stands, it's all shit I do on my computer.
I woke up earlier than usual this morning, at 11 instead of the afternoon. Of course, this aberration was corrected with a quick nap, and I woke up with the right side of my face covered in drool. Oddly enough, my blanket was dry. I guess my drool is sticker than I thought.
I finished watching Hannibal. It was pretty damn boring. It has none of the tension from Silence of the Lambs. I blame the source material. That shit is mad weak. I'm so glad they changed the ending for the movie, because the novel ending sounds terrible. The one good thing I can say about the movie: Gary Oldman was unrecognizable. Exceptional makeup work.
I advanced a couple pages in Red Dragon and started watching Manhunter, the film adaption by Michael Mann. I don't know why Thomas Harris didn't like it. It's pretty faithful to the novel. But man, that opening with the 80's synth soundtrack is cheesy. Every time I watch a movie from that era, it's always that same sound. Can't escape it.
I spent a couple hours composing a 3000 word critique upon request for a story. The writer accepted my criticism graciously, but some of the stuff I read was the same crap I wrote when I was in high school. Empty, meaningless bullshit meant to sound good rather than make any sort of sense. You know what I mean, like a figure of speech gone terribly awry. Until somebody slaps you in the face and calls you out for it, you might get stuck in a vicious circle of nonsense.
/eventlog
I woke up earlier than usual this morning, at 11 instead of the afternoon. Of course, this aberration was corrected with a quick nap, and I woke up with the right side of my face covered in drool. Oddly enough, my blanket was dry. I guess my drool is sticker than I thought.
I finished watching Hannibal. It was pretty damn boring. It has none of the tension from Silence of the Lambs. I blame the source material. That shit is mad weak. I'm so glad they changed the ending for the movie, because the novel ending sounds terrible. The one good thing I can say about the movie: Gary Oldman was unrecognizable. Exceptional makeup work.
I advanced a couple pages in Red Dragon and started watching Manhunter, the film adaption by Michael Mann. I don't know why Thomas Harris didn't like it. It's pretty faithful to the novel. But man, that opening with the 80's synth soundtrack is cheesy. Every time I watch a movie from that era, it's always that same sound. Can't escape it.
I spent a couple hours composing a 3000 word critique upon request for a story. The writer accepted my criticism graciously, but some of the stuff I read was the same crap I wrote when I was in high school. Empty, meaningless bullshit meant to sound good rather than make any sort of sense. You know what I mean, like a figure of speech gone terribly awry. Until somebody slaps you in the face and calls you out for it, you might get stuck in a vicious circle of nonsense.
/eventlog
Monday, February 3, 2014
Event Log: 2/2/14
That was one of the most boring Superbowls in recent memory, and the morning jumped out to such a promising start too. I had a Subway sandwich for breakfast. My brother bought it on the way home from work. I get it the same way every time: 6-inch chicken breast on wheat, pepperjack cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, green peppers, red onions, and sweet onion sauce. The sauce is what ties everything together. It's also the healthiest (or more accurately, has the least calories) of the sauces. After that lame ass Superbowl, I ate pho for dinner. All things considered, it was a good day for food. I tried watching Hannibal, but it's just not compelling. I saved half of it for tomorrow to finish.
/eventlog
/eventlog
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Event Log: 2/1/14
My, I completely forgot about today. The only thing I can say is that I finished the first season of Hannibal. It's very good and I highly recommend it. I like taking strolls through grotesque but strangely beautiful scenery. That human totem pole is gonna stick with me for awhile, and the deer devil too. I'm just glad it got renewed for a second go around. I'm reading Red Dragon right now because of it. Will Graham in the show and in the book are like two different people. I'm surprised to see some book material get into the show, which should be no surprise, considering it's an adaptation, but it's not a 1:1 translation. They rearranged some of the events and slapped new characters on them. Like Will's Lecter's confrontation being swapped for a FBI trainee. According to the show's course, Red Dragon won't happen until the fourth season. It's funny, because in the book, the Tooth Fairy is Will's third serial killer case. In the show, he's already bagged like, what, five of them? That's prolific work in just a couple months.
/eventlog
/eventlog
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Event Log: 1/31/14
If yesterday marked the discovery of True Detective, then today marks the discovery of Hannibal. For a while, the Hannibal Lecter franchise was stained by recent underwhelming entries in the movie universe, but the series is surprisingly chilling. I can hardly believe this is for prime time TV. Ironically, this was exactly the kind of show I was asking for when I was talking with my friend a couple months ago. I asked for a show about FBI chasing after serial killers. The reason the subject came up was because of the X-Files, one of my favorite shows of the 90's. Nothing since has been able to scratch that itch of both bizarre and gruesome... until now. I wish there was a bit more procedural but it's focused more on the profiling aspect, which is compelling in its own right. With a strong cast of characters, including Mads Mikkelson, quite possibly the most sinister looking face even as a good guy, and amazing cinematography, Hannibal feels more like a premium cable show than a network series. As per my custom, I marathoned about half the series. Hope to complete the first season tomorrow.
For the first time, I got to see my niece! Never realized how tiny babies were. She's beautiful, but then again, aren't all infants? I'm biased since I'm her uncle, but I'm sure she's the most adorable.
/eventlog
For the first time, I got to see my niece! Never realized how tiny babies were. She's beautiful, but then again, aren't all infants? I'm biased since I'm her uncle, but I'm sure she's the most adorable.
/eventlog
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