December 14th, 2004

megatokyo, MT, largo, manga, japanese


Well, I finally broke down and downloaded the Duct Tape mod.  ("Under the crazy presumption that a roll of duct tape has to exist somewhere on the Mars facility, the Duct Dape mod sticks flashlights to your machinegun and shotgun.")

In case you've been living in a cave and thus haven't read any reviews, Doom 3 is a dark game.  Very dark.  Shadows everywhere.  Some areas are pitch fucking black.  You have a flashlight, but it's considered a weapon, so you can't have a gun out at the same time--not even your pistol.  While this is wonderfully atmospheric and very scary, it's also rather annoying; after the rand(1_000) * 1_000th time I wasted shotgun shells by shooting at nothing, I decided enough was enough.  The Duct Tape mod projects a narrower beam than the flashlight, so the flashlight still has plenty of utility; it's just that I no longer have to stumble blindly through the game, hoping I don't bump in to anything undead, possessing pointy claws, or able to throw fireballs at me.

Oh, my haul for the last two nights:
  • The Thinkgeek "Killer Coding Ninja Monkeys" shirt, from my sister.
  • The Thinkgeek π shirt (where the symbol for pi is formed out of its first few thousand digits).

  • Tonight: America The Book: A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction (from the Daily Show people).
  • Two more shirts: the Thinkgeek "hacker." shirt and the "SELECT * FROM users WHERE clue > 0" shirt.  ("0 rows returned.")

Oh, and I had my toe sliced up by a doctor again today.  Whee.
  • Current Music
    The Postal Service - Such Great Heights
amused, silly, ha ha only serious

A drabble, from experience.

The blood dripped slowly into the sink.  As it hit, it broke into little spheres, which curled up in a ring, a torus of red clumps surrounded by a hazy brownish cloud.  It was fascinating to watch, which was a good thing, because that’s all there was to do; a manga lay finished behind him, and he couldn’t move to get another.  So he watched a drop hit the water every few seconds, swirl up into its ring and float to the bottom, to leave a red coating on the white porcelain.

He sat, and he waited for the end.
No, I'm not having suicidal thoughts; I'm just describing about an hour of my night.  I haven't a clue why the doctor told me to take the bandages off this early--the wound was still bleeding.

Blood is an interesting substance, actually.  I've occasionally wondered what it would be like to have a significant quantity to experiment with...but that would hurt, and if done carelessly, could kill.  In short, not a great idea.
  • Current Mood
    contemplative contemplative