Day of the Devil It's that mainstream action movie about when Rakshasa almost destroyed the world.
Even typing that sentence fills me with rage at this movie. Even Judy doesn't really get why I'm upset about this--we saw it together in a matinee just a few minutes ago. We actually kinda had a fight about it.
Everyone who didn't live through it is saying it is an "excellent, tasteful depiction of one of the darkest points of human existance." Everyone who did, like me, says that it's a tasteless, shallow monstrosity that doesn't even start to approach the topic with anything like respect. I was five and I remember it vividly.
Brimstone, the sky burning, things walking the streets, tearing open homes and devouring the people inside and hearing them scream and
I can't write this anymore. I just can't.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Just a Few Thoughts
Y'know, I really admire Operation Mayhem in some ways. I know I talk down about them sometimes, but, honestly, they've managed to form the longest lasting, most cohesive super-villain organization since the Renaissance. And two of the founding members are still in it. Well, at least two, anyway, as no one's quite sure if Devias is alive or dead. Sure, I might not agree with everything they do, but Lady Anaconda's certainly done well, better than most have.
In other news, I'm not sure what I should do for Judy and I's six-month anniversary--it's still not til October, but that's not too far away anymore. This is the closest I've ever had to a normal relationship. Does one typically do something for a six month anniversary? I mean, it's just the anniversary of us dating, not a wedding one or anything. I'll have to do research.
Also, more seismic activity down south at the Cataclysm Engine. Maybe I should check that out again. I could scavenge for more while I'm down there.
Oh, and lastly, my brother C.J. is alive. He and a few other super-powered mercenaries did some sort of daring ariel raid and absconded with some new chemical prototype for an unknown client. Though my guess would be Snake Eyes. Good to know he's not dead.
In other news, I'm not sure what I should do for Judy and I's six-month anniversary--it's still not til October, but that's not too far away anymore. This is the closest I've ever had to a normal relationship. Does one typically do something for a six month anniversary? I mean, it's just the anniversary of us dating, not a wedding one or anything. I'll have to do research.
Also, more seismic activity down south at the Cataclysm Engine. Maybe I should check that out again. I could scavenge for more while I'm down there.
Oh, and lastly, my brother C.J. is alive. He and a few other super-powered mercenaries did some sort of daring ariel raid and absconded with some new chemical prototype for an unknown client. Though my guess would be Snake Eyes. Good to know he's not dead.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Screw the Olympics
Yeah. That's why you never got a post about them. Because once I realized the techno-plague wasn't going to turn Beijing into a lifeless, desolate landscape of metal and gears during the games I decided it wasn't worth my time.
Oh god, it looks like I'm going to rant about them after all. Just when you thought you were safe from people on the web ranting about China.
Personally, I think there're two reasons China got the games. The first is a sympathy vote. I mean, of everywhere, the techno-plague is hitting China hardest. Until they can figure out a better way to stop it than completely sterilizing the land of life, Beijing, and pretty much the rest of continental Southeast Asia (and possible the islands, depending on how it moves in water) is screwed. Though it has been slowing lately. I hear that pretty much every Asian and some Aussie and American superheroes are trying to find a way to beat it back.
The second is simple--controversy sells. I'm not sure what the figures were, but I definitely know I have heard more people talking about these Olympics than I have any of them in years.
That techno-plague is pretty cool, though. I mean, it has the biggest chance of destroying the world of any threat I know of, and it isn't even sentient. Man, I need to go see it before it gets cured by Dr. Fate or someone.
Oh god, it looks like I'm going to rant about them after all. Just when you thought you were safe from people on the web ranting about China.
Personally, I think there're two reasons China got the games. The first is a sympathy vote. I mean, of everywhere, the techno-plague is hitting China hardest. Until they can figure out a better way to stop it than completely sterilizing the land of life, Beijing, and pretty much the rest of continental Southeast Asia (and possible the islands, depending on how it moves in water) is screwed. Though it has been slowing lately. I hear that pretty much every Asian and some Aussie and American superheroes are trying to find a way to beat it back.
The second is simple--controversy sells. I'm not sure what the figures were, but I definitely know I have heard more people talking about these Olympics than I have any of them in years.
That techno-plague is pretty cool, though. I mean, it has the biggest chance of destroying the world of any threat I know of, and it isn't even sentient. Man, I need to go see it before it gets cured by Dr. Fate or someone.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
I Might Be On To Something
Today was mostly uneventful. I finally got around to making that sandwich. No finer lunch has been forged by God or Man.
I was just about to head to bed when I though, "Hey, there's nothing on Rake, but there's tons of dirty laundry in his running mate, Brian Shasta's, hamper." So I started looking.
At first, me and my totally sweet computer found little more than the political scandal we all know and love Shasta for. Nothing serious enough to keep him from being continuall re-elected to the House, but bad enough that, under normal circumstances, he'd be shooed away from even looking at the White House.
But then I dug a little deeper. Illegally deep.
Brian Shasta disappeared in '75 for eight days and one hour. At the exact time that Rake disappeared and for the same duration. When asked about the disappearance, Shasta replied he had been on a retreat in the country, but no one saw him leave or return to his house. Not even his wife and young children.
What happened on those days? Again, maybe it's nothing but, hey, maybe I could, at the very least, find out something I could blackmail the both of them with. It'd get me my revenge and financial security.
I was just about to head to bed when I though, "Hey, there's nothing on Rake, but there's tons of dirty laundry in his running mate, Brian Shasta's, hamper." So I started looking.
At first, me and my totally sweet computer found little more than the political scandal we all know and love Shasta for. Nothing serious enough to keep him from being continuall re-elected to the House, but bad enough that, under normal circumstances, he'd be shooed away from even looking at the White House.
But then I dug a little deeper. Illegally deep.
Brian Shasta disappeared in '75 for eight days and one hour. At the exact time that Rake disappeared and for the same duration. When asked about the disappearance, Shasta replied he had been on a retreat in the country, but no one saw him leave or return to his house. Not even his wife and young children.
What happened on those days? Again, maybe it's nothing but, hey, maybe I could, at the very least, find out something I could blackmail the both of them with. It'd get me my revenge and financial security.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Rake Research
Mostly disappointing.
As far as I can tell, Jonathan Rake is a real person, not an alien with an invented past. Unless some sort of reality bending device inserted him whole cloth into our reality, it's fairly safe to say he's from our world. And, also, he seems to be exactly who he says he is. No sign of any scandal or complication or even major tribulation in his past. He's never even broken a bone, and I can count the number of times he's been sick on one hand, without using my thumb. The only time he's ever been in life-threatening danger was when he was stabbed.
And there's still no indication why he'd want to frame anyone, since his place in the polls has always been nearly record-breaking. Though it might not be him. Maybe he has some unknown benefactor. It could even be a hero, or at least an anti-hero, like Agent Spider. Honestly, this sort of thing seems right up his alley.
I did, however, discover one possible, vague clue. I'm not even sure what it signifies.
Back in the early 70's, when he was fresh out of college, Rake toured the globe. And, while he was in Pakistan, for one week, one day, and one hour, there is no record of his activities. The even wierder part is he turned up in Japan at the end of that period. Even wierder is that no one seemed to think this was wierd or question where he was. But there's no record of plane travel, hotel visits, smuggling across the border in a drug plane. Nothing.
Now, this could be nothing. But it's the only lead I have. I'm not even sure why I'm investigating this. Maybe I just want to know why I was framed and who framed me.
As far as I can tell, Jonathan Rake is a real person, not an alien with an invented past. Unless some sort of reality bending device inserted him whole cloth into our reality, it's fairly safe to say he's from our world. And, also, he seems to be exactly who he says he is. No sign of any scandal or complication or even major tribulation in his past. He's never even broken a bone, and I can count the number of times he's been sick on one hand, without using my thumb. The only time he's ever been in life-threatening danger was when he was stabbed.
And there's still no indication why he'd want to frame anyone, since his place in the polls has always been nearly record-breaking. Though it might not be him. Maybe he has some unknown benefactor. It could even be a hero, or at least an anti-hero, like Agent Spider. Honestly, this sort of thing seems right up his alley.
I did, however, discover one possible, vague clue. I'm not even sure what it signifies.
Back in the early 70's, when he was fresh out of college, Rake toured the globe. And, while he was in Pakistan, for one week, one day, and one hour, there is no record of his activities. The even wierder part is he turned up in Japan at the end of that period. Even wierder is that no one seemed to think this was wierd or question where he was. But there's no record of plane travel, hotel visits, smuggling across the border in a drug plane. Nothing.
Now, this could be nothing. But it's the only lead I have. I'm not even sure why I'm investigating this. Maybe I just want to know why I was framed and who framed me.
More Hypno Bubble
So, I did some research and, apparently, Hypno Bubble was, at first, exactly what I theorized it was. A couple years ago, some small-time Japanese hacker teamed up with O.G.R.E. to make a video game that would turn the populace into his willing slaves. The only problem was, as I've said, Hypno Bubble doesn't make people want to follow orders. It just makes them want to play more Hypno Bubble.
I've done some other research, this being on Jonathan Rake, but that'll have to wait for when I'm less busy.
Playing, um, Hypno Bubble.
I've done some other research, this being on Jonathan Rake, but that'll have to wait for when I'm less busy.
Playing, um, Hypno Bubble.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Hypno Bubble
Judy's been playing Hypno Bubble pretty much non-stop over the past few days. Now I've started playing it. Have any of you seen this game? It's brightly colored, cheering bubbles matching up and popping. It's like Bejeweled and Tetris had a kid, but even more addictive than both.
Personally, I think this is some sort of evil plot by some Japanese mad scientist to take over humanity. Though, at the moment, all it seems to be doing is absorbing free time. And work time. And pretty much whenever Judy or I are at or near the computer.
Personally, I think this is some sort of evil plot by some Japanese mad scientist to take over humanity. Though, at the moment, all it seems to be doing is absorbing free time. And work time. And pretty much whenever Judy or I are at or near the computer.
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