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I figure there are some guidelines to this blogging stuff.
Only blog when people would be interested.
That means that you hafta do interesting stuff.
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Summer Bridge
So it turns out that I was reading that last post… and was like… naw I don’t wanna talk about that. That’s why I haven’t been posting for awhile. Well that and all the bridge stuff I’ve been doing recently. Right now, I’m staying at the man Fernando’s pad (with mates Maurice, Ron, Kris Tan and Bill). Damn am I jealous. Well, it pretty much looks like Jason Tjalsma’s house (or any other 70’s looking house), except that there’s 3 rooms in the downstairs hallway, and upstairs there’s a big ass living room. Super comfy and it don’t look too ghetto, even if its only a few blocks away. Congrats.
So anyway the SB o4 process has begun; I am now officially a Academic Transition Counselor. How does it feel? ehhhhh… I’m not too excited about it. Once this saturday rolls round tho and I see my kids I’m sure that’ll all change.
I came back to SD last tuesday, stayed the night at Adry’s and went off to the Julian retreat the next day. As usual, it was intense/long/sleepless/crazy, an overall good experience. Since then, I’ve been staying at Fernie’s and been having some good times there. 1st night was 2 40’s, and the rest is history. We kicked it on saturday with the SoCo, Jager and Cap. Mo. And last night was an Adult Swim Comedy block. NOW THAT I’VE SEEN THAT SHIT ON TV, THAT IS THE SHIZNITE!!! haha, but I got all those fools hooked on Birdman, Brak & Sealab. More followers to the TV cult that is adult swim.
Anyway, I’m bored and the keyboard at M.O.M. sucks so imma head out. Pa-icky.
FRIENDS. How many of us have them?
Boom, Boom, Boom. ready for action…
Before I start, I just wanna say that Jason isn’t as crazy as I thought. Today the Futurama where Leela gets laid by Zapp Brannigan played. It in he says, “So… crawling back to the big Z like a bird on its belly!” Hahaha Jason, the joke was on us. You sly lad you!
So I have a little issue with friendships which stems from waaaay back in the day. As a wee lad, I had a super best friend. You know, one of those people that you totally click with, are totally in sync with, and stay up all night doing nothing, all the while having the time of your life. Good times.
Anyway, one week I got sick for a week and took off from school. When I came back, things changed and for some reason we stopped being such close friends. Looking back, I guess you could call it “growing apart”, but at the time, it just came outta nowhere. One week best friends, next week avoidance. Anyway, this was pretty crazy for me. Took another day or two off to cope.
So I went back to school, and after doing the whole “walk around while eating lunch so you look busy and not like a loner” for awhile, I nudged myself into a group of people who ate lunch by the library. So now I had people to eat lunch with, but I never considered myself to be their friends or anything, mainly cuz all they ever talked about was what happened on RAW or HEAT or whatever wrestling thing came on the night before (yeah I never was into watching the drama of men in tights fake beating each other up). So I still didn’t really have any good friends. That went on for about a trimester or 2.
Year after that tho, I got into the groove of things, and the beginnings of the FHP were born (Subw00fer & Doctor Claw UNITE!). Oh wait, this was acutally the start of Super Smash Brothers J.E.T.T. (Jason, Efrin, Terry Todd & Mark). Although Efrin didn’t play, he was cooler, and JMTT doesn’t have as nice a ring to it. Anyway, my Smash Brothers days is another story altogether.
Thing is, that whole incident only reinforced my previous insecurities that every kid has. I was left a kid who had a “fear of commitment” of sorts, the whole “not wanting to get hurt again” thing. So it became hard for me to make friends (and you people reading this know how “interesting” of a person I am…), resulting in stunted social development throughout highschool.
BUT, luckily I found the FHP and all my problems were solved! I had some cool friends, a Posse even! Yay! Noone was to mess with us. We were unbelievably smart, unbelievably lazy and unbelievably rudies (cept for that whole magnet-skating thing, and although we did tag up stuff, more often than not I did it with apple peels that I would deem “Nick Jr.’s Face”…yeeeeah…)! Anyway, now I could worry about more important things like girls and kisses and dances and all that normal HS stuff.
Street Fighter Alpha 3 for GBA
A couple of weeks ago I picked up this game at Sam’s Club. Only set me back $13.95… hence the impulse buy. Normally, I wouldn’t have touched the thing, because as I have experienced through Street Fighter II Turbo Revival (fucking Capcom… and their names), playing a six button game with 4 buttons is pretty crappy indeed (not to mention the literal game-BREAKING glitches). To my amazement though, SFA3 is a solid cart.
I gotta give props to Crawfish, who are responsible for this GBA port. All of the original Alpha 3 fighters are in here, complete with DJ, Fei Long and the others from the console ports. New to the scene are Yun, Maki & Eagle, taken from CvS2, bringing the total fighters to 36 (and Shin Akuma/Bison). With all of their moves left intact, the gameplay is pretty much identical to the home versions…
On the subject of the newest characters, Yun’s palmstrike and Eagles “batter-up” move don’t negate/reflect projectiles (but Yun’s move is now hella fast, even comboable). His shoulder move and lv.3 super launchers can be flipped out of (mk one can still be jumpcancelled), making them pretty stupid, and x-ism worthless. On the plus side, they all also have hella priority on their moves.
There are a few other differences between this version and the home ports. For one, there’s no world tour mode. Ism+’s are earned through the Final Battle mode instead. There are only like 3 or 4 stages and songs, and a lot of the voices are gone (most missed is the announcer’s voice No more FACE IT STRAIGHT to signify the beginning of a match. Hell there’s not even a round 1 or 2, FIGHT, making it easy to get your ass kicked if you don’t pay attention). Some of the AI has been improved though (fucking Jun/Juli are sooooo fucking cheap since they can block now) Also, though this version professes to be an Upper port, it clearly isn’t (ie. DJ still kicks everyone’s top tier ass).
Like I said before though, this is a pretty amazing port. I highly suggest it if you had any interest in SFA3 at all, or want a solid pocket fighter. It won’t replace your console/arcade version, but it does its does its job of being playable & fun. Though the controls aren’t great, they’re way better than in Revival (you don’t need to press L+A at the EXACT same time) and as a bonus, you won’t render your cart useless if you beat the game like some other capcom gba fighter.
The Mechanics of a Post aka A Tribute to a Mixed, Long Fingered Child
The other day (sometime last week), Bryan Tracy told us (Me, Dan “The Man” Laury & John “Baby D” Tice) the most important thingy he heard from Jason “Why Can We Not Be Sober” Tjalsma. It is as follows: Bryan was having trouble with his girlfriend, and didn’t really know what to do. Jason, in his unfounded and untold and ever-knowing wisdom says this: “All you need to do is take a shit in the middle of her room. Whenever she leaves the room, seize the moment and pull down your pants and take a shit. When she comes back, be like: ‘What? Yeah that’s right. I took a shit in your room. What are you gonna do about it huh?’ Then Jackie will be like, ‘Well I guess you’re right. You DID take a shit in my room.’ Everything will be better from that point on.” (These aren’t exact quotes but you get the picture).
I, on the other hand, think that I have taken a much more important and vital piece of wisdom from the legend aka Doctor Claw. It also serves to describe one of my best friends even better than the above quote: (Said in a sloshy tone while staggering, perhaps knocking things down) “I’ll be drunk for the rest of my life!” (drunken emphasis on life, for the full effect, get me drunk and I’ll try to recreate such a special anecdote for you as well).
Jason, though you may not return my calls, though you may be romping around with some girl in sacramento, and though you may hate the Zephyr song by RHCP (I like it, but it has bad memories for me too), you will remain one of my closest and best friends.
I drink this small amount of liquor in honor of you. If you’re reading this (doubtful), know that I hella respect you, and it would be my honor to get fucked up with you.
And this (2nd) vicodon is for Bryan, cuz he always downed em.
OH SHIT THIS JUST IN FROM VISCANT’S AWAY MSG
It’s really sweaty inside this apartment.
And it’s pretty hot too.
…And considering as how I’m sitting here alone, I’ve just terrified you.
Mission complete, going to sleep.
WOW SIMPLY AMAZING!
And remember, He-hey! I’m batman too huh? AHHHHHHHH!