Because I’m insane and I don’t like having money when I can have doodads instead, I got this. Old school, baby. Old school all the way.
Busy weekend ahead of me. Tonight we paint the MAME cab (at last!) and we do voice recording for Lo-Fat, Wasabi and Shaido for Fist of Discomfort. I bought a clip-on microphone like you see low rent newsanchors wearing, so hopefully the audio quality will be good.
Tomorrow I hit the Pocket Change arcade in a nearby cityburb(tm), and hopefully it’ll have some games I can actually play and not simply be full of skiing simulators. At the very least it has skeeball, which proves I am an idiot considering I HAVE skeeball at home for free already.
Somewhere in this mess I have to work on Abstraction Eternum. Or Abstraction Aeternum. Whichever I go with as a title. It’s my first group mod project ever, and I’ve had a bad history of group projects in my public school past, but I’ve got good hopes for this.
And.. uh… that’s all the noteworthy and interesting things I have to post. Assuming they were noteworthy and interesting.
Update: Here’s Henry Hill, former gangster, playing video games. He’s the guy they based Goodfellas on. And further proof that there’s an amazing generation gap between young gamers and older what-do-I-do-with-this-thing-in-my-hands folks.
Why is that, anyway? Why is it that if you skip back one generation you seem to lose all ability to use a set the clock on your VCR and play video games? I’m praying, praying indeed that I’m not going to wake up one morning old and unable to enjoy whatever shape video games come in that day.
But when someone said they were listening to ‘Kelly’ and I said ‘Who?’ and they said ‘Last year’s winner’ and I said ‘Winner of what?’ I wonder if maybe I’m already becoming an old bastard at a ripe age of 27… I didn’t even know who this half-dollar guy was until I heard he was some sort of rapper.