October 13th, 2004

wombat

Mood-appropriate weather

Got up this morning and finished the stuffing of non-furniture things into furniture things, disposing of garbage, and somewhere in there managed to down a cup of coffee, get cleaned up and get to work an hour late, thanks to all my Minnesota neighbors whose brains short out in the drizzle and render them unable to drive faster than 15 mph. Normally I can make it downtown on Old Shakopee and I-35W in about half an hour, even during rush hour, but let there be the slightest tinge of mist or drizzle, and things get balled up from Lake Street to 98th. You'd think it never rained or snowed here, to see the way these people drive.

Anyway, we are apparently done with the last remnants of summer and are now into the early stages of winter. The temperatures have dropped from the 70s into the low 50s, and of course it's all grey and overcast to go along with the barely-there rain. I ache in strange places from all the unaccustomed bending over and box lifting, and being short on sleep doesn't help either. I'm so looking forward to just going home and collapsing.

The Northern Alliance boys are going to be groupblogging the debate tonight down at the Hilton, but if I were going to go out for anything it would be to see the Astros whip on the Cardinals. Speaking of whippings, the damnYankees beat Curt Schilling like a rented mule last night, lighting him up for six runs in less than five innings before Terry Francona came to his senses and pulled him for Aerodynamic Curtis Leskanic. Mussina was on his game last night and the Yanks were leading 6-0 at that point, so I turned the radio to the classical station and tried to think happy thoughts while picking up books and CDs.
wombat

Hardshells and death balls

I feel a little better now that I've had a burrito, a couple of tacos, half a pound of fried 'taters and a quart of Diet Coke to wash all the grease down with. The walk to and from lunch didn't hurt (much) either. Still a little stiff in the shoulders, probably thanks to tension, but that'll go away after I get home, have dinner, and go to bed early.

We passed the apartment inspection. Now all we have to do is keep it that clean while somehow remaining organized enough to find the things we want without digging through boxes for six hours. Shelving, more shelving!

Sent back the student loan paperwork to the college and some meat rebate stuff...if I wasn't so damn tired I'd think about trying to find those MSFT class action documents and filling those out tonight.

Currently reading: Dark Horse by Fletcher Knebel and Hell's Faire by John Ringo.
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World Otakunization takes another big step

Cobb's essay on Halo2 is about more than just the game itself. He notes that Bungie has teamed up with Nile Rodgers to produce the soundtrack for Halo2, which includes a "slammin'" track by Breaking Benjamin, and speculates whether video games might be another way to stardom for musicians.

I think he's thinking too small. Looking back at videogames in Japan, we can see that they've provided the impetus for musicians and voice actors/actresses careers (of course some seiyuu double as singers, most notably Megumi Hayashibara) and have been the source of anime series, comic books, and even movies. Some of this has happened Stateside, but not to the extent that it has in Japan, and not nearly as well. I mean, there have been half a dozen movies done by Hollywood based on video games, and none of them are going to make anyone forget Charlie's Angels, much less Full Metal Jacket.

We're seeing voice actors & actresses treated as minor stars and honored guests at conventions all across America. Some of them are pretty fine looking, and who's to say we won't see Carrie Savage or Monica Rial on the big or small screen someday soon? Is it that unrealistic to think that some producer won't take a shot at Halo: The Series? I think it could happen, and quite possibly in the next five years.