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Shoot the Breeze: Now With Hovercars


In two hours, I have to eat, pack, shower, catch a boat and maybe, just maybe, blitzkrieg a blog.


Before we collectively shudder and shriek at the muse-spiders shooed from the cobwebs of my mind, I do have some apologizing to do. This past week I became a part of THE MINECRAFT. Between that and catching up with some real life folks, I done ignored just about everything on the internettubes, and that includes a fair shake of messages from a handful of you. So for reals, sorry. I'll do my bestest to get back to you just as soon as time permits.

Gung Hay Fat Choy

Did anyone else realize it's 2011? Nutty.

I don't have much to say about the year as a whole. It happened. 2010 was probably the best-sounding year will get until 2020, so it has that going for it. I don't remember much new stuff that I incorporated into my media-flesh. Mass Effect? That was ride. I enjoyed it. Reach? Also good. Super Meat Boy and Minecraft? They did their share of bon diggitying. Desktop Dungeons? Did that come out this year? Hm. Maybe there was more, but the old memory is like a fitful toddler, forever running away, to make no mention of the dreadful mess. I can't even name any albums that'll go down in my personal annals, though someone else might have an idea.

Can I mention that the recent resurgence of not just Stereotoid, but RenegadePanda and Enkido fills me with hope for the coming year? We might do okay.

Uh, what else. Resolutions. They have been made and are dreadfully boring. Go on more runs (a must). Take more time to stretch out (an improbable dream). Write code. Write blogs. Write stories. Write like my fingers are the ever-shining stars. And find more music. And fall head over heels with more sci-fi. And play more indie games. And bury my head away from all things Keisha. Ugh. I resolve to be better at parties.

Man, I hate parties. I need a stable social structure and the integral lack thereof leaves me completely off-kilter. And that kilter is important, dammit. And the inevitable talk about what you drank that time? Why? Why do I need to know this? People, I implore you. This is about as interesting as talking about what you had for breakfast. Alright, you know what? Resolution broken. I will continue to suck at parties. You see what I've been driven to?

I don't know. I got nothing much for you here. It was another year. Things happened. We've got another year ahead of us. Let's make some things happen, 'kay?

Like Three's Company With Nerds

If I can try to provide you with the warning I feel you're due, the following may dance between the mundane and the frivolous and will, in all likelihood, be a trite batch of words, but dammit, it needs to be written.

So, y'all know Knutaf? He's that intelligent kid who has a thing for that game with the V's and traipses Super Meat Boy with the shocking grace of a tightrope walker who is also a Power Ranger. Or something. Woah, see, that's the sort of analogy I try to edit into something workable, but the clock is my co-editor today and insists I leave it in.

Anyway, Knutters (as I'll try not to call him) was up here in Canadia with his special lady to see the majestic sights of the city I call my birthplace. We have a mountain. Just sayin'. While here, he took it into his head to call out to his favourite Vancouver-inhabiting Dtoiders. And then, when he couldn't reach Om Nom, he decided to come and knock on my door.

Holy cow. I know it doesn't sound impressive laid out like that, but my heart swelled opening that door. It was like Optimus Prime, Barney, and Jonathon Holmes had teamed up to fight back the phantoms of my waking life and eat sundaes with me. I was suddenly lifted to heaven where I spent the rest of the afternoon. Or maybe we made small talk and played Halo. Either way, it was pretty neat.

It's in my nature to say nice things about people, but don't let that dilute the praise I have for our fair Knuttie (as I'd dream to call him). He's a warm, intelligent, and charming man who is not only a treat to listen to, but can take the sight of my shirtless brother and his panther-esque chest of hair with nary a batted eye. It was a delight without par to meet him and his equally heart-bolstering wife and, as I believe my inadequate parting line may have been, he truly exceeded my expectations.

I say all this not just to stroke the ego of my errant house guest, but to illustrate with all the power at my disposal that the people in our quaint little community are a fantastic bunch. You know the sweet, tangy burst of the season's first strawberries? That, without end, if the spirit of you fine guys and dolls. I wish I could do more for you. I wish I could properly explain with clarity of the unfettered soul how special you, each of you and all of you, really are. And it pains me that all I'll ever have are these clumsy words. Well, so be it. I love you.

Also, Knut met my parents. That's like skipping two dates in the relationship. Golden.
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About Beyamorone of us since 1:10 PM on 06.24.2009

I知 a gamer. Take a minute and get over that shock. I can say I知 an Xbox man, though I値l support anything that advances gaming (I love you Sackboy). I致e also got a DS Chunky, so I can take this whole nerd thing on the road.

As far as genres, shooters and western RPGs top my list. Halo, Fable, and Morrowind, for instance, rock my socks hard. Of course other things, stuff like Animal Crossing and Kingdom Hearts, do their share of stocking rocking.

In the world outside of buttons and pixels, I知 an engineering student (that nerd thing I mentioned? I do it hardcore) on the west coast of the Great White North. I知 a fan of a harder rock, bands like Breaking Benjamin and Hurt, though I値l kick it (very much figuratively) to stuff ranging from The Fray through Franz Ferdinand to Five Finger Death Punch. Optimus Prime is my hero, but I do love Starscream. Finally, thumbs up to you for reading this. You池e never getting that time back.

Kirbey by the talented and generously endowed (probably) Enkido