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Feb. 27th, 2012

Let's Mulligan Soul Calibur II Part One: Damn You, Muscle Memory

Since this Let's Mulligan is more for practice (I'll report how I did on Saturday) and unlocking purposes, I made sure that Arcade mode was set to one fight wins on easy. It was rather embarassing that I almost died as my main (Cassandra). Okay, it was completely embarassing. I place the blame on forgetting how to fight.

Even though I clocked many, many hours into this game, it's been a long time since I've played it. I've also played the other games of the series since then, where some moves and timing is a little different. Currently, I'm mainly playing as Moe Blob Pyrrha in Soulcalibur 5. She does not play like Cassandra. So, I have to relearn what I unlearned for the other games. Awesome. It's... back there somewhere, but at least this way I have new ways to look at a match.

Anyway, Arcade mode won't help me unlock a lot of the things, so it was time to head to the mission mode.

Mission mode in Soul Caibur II is called Weapon Master, and wraps a little story around your character wandering around looking for clues and generally trying to be the best, like no one ever was. As you battle, you gain experience points and money. The money is the important bit here, since you use it to buy weapons, artwork, movies, and costumes. The weapons have different benefits (longer reach, more prone to break guard, stronger attack, stronger defence, healing) which makes these misson battles easier. They can even be equipped for arcade and versus modes, with their benefits turned on or off.

The story is divided into chapters, with various missions within each chapter. The further you progress, the harder things get, of course.

I'll be (mostly) playing as Cassandra, with Raphael coming out for a few fights.

A Let's Play with Actual Playing?! )

Part Two: Weapon Master Mode Chapters 3 and 4, coming soon.

Feb. 21st, 2012

Let's Mulligan Soul Calibur II: Introduction

Transcending history and the world:
a tale of souls and swords,
eternally retold.

...everyone who does a Soul Series retrospective is contractually obligated to put the above in somewhere.

To be (very) brief, Soul Calibur 2 is the third game of a weapon fighting game series by Namco. The prior entries are Soul Blade and Soul Calibur. The series takes place in an increasingly alternate history version of Eurasia during the late parts of the 16th century into the early parts of the 17th. Of course, a world where two sentient weapons (Soul Edge and Soul Calibur) and their weilders are battling for the fate of the world might not exactly have the same past as our own. (And it doesn't.)

Soul Series @ Wikipedia, Soul Series @ TVTropes,

Gameplay Terminology )

Fannish Recommendations )

Why the Hell I'm Doing This )

Part One coming soon.

Feb. 20th, 2012

Coming Attractions

So, in a bid to post more often and not be so much of a chickenshit, I've decided to chronicle my PS2 do-overs.

Allow me to explain:

A while back, my main PS2 memory card split open. I don't know how. The saves inside are rather... shaky. Some things load, others don't. I have another card waiting to be filled. And so, I will chronicle my joy, suffering, and nostalgia while I fill this new card with my PS2 games.

Yeah, it's basically my version of a Let's Play/Let's Replay.

First up: Soul Calibur II. Mainly because I need to get back into something approaching fighting form before going to [info]senkami's this weekend.

Introductory post should be up later today/tomorrow.

Jan. 11th, 2012

2011: The Year in Review

Yeah, I'm late with this. Deal.

So, 2011. The year in which:

  1. I got a full time job (in one place, where I wasn't a sub) for the first time evar.

  2. I got a new car that I'm paying for myself, meaning that I've got another leg into my big-girl panties.

  3. My grandfather passed away.

  4. Started stepping out of my comfort zone with fic. Holy shit, I write for more than Final Fantasy?!

  5. I decided that [info]jukeboxhound is too damn far away most of the time and things need to be done to remedy this situation.
Anyway, here's a list of what I was up to, fic-wise, in 2011. )

I've also got: I'll probably be sticking around ElJay, EyeJay, and DeeDoubleYu (chofi at all of them) mostly. I've got an idea for some tumblr shenanigans, but that will likely stay on my own. When I decide to update it. One day.

Jan. 3rd, 2012

Faffing About the Motherland: The Grand Finale

Okay, so I've been back in the States for nearly a week, and I've been lax in posting. However, there... wasn't much to post, really. For the sake of being complete, have a run-through of the rest of my trip.

Day 4
This was the day that I started TMI Time and was stuck in bed most of the day. It turns out that it wasn't all TMI Time. I got food poisoning. Again. Marta blamed the causa de atun I ate cold. I blame the mayo in the causa de atun I ate cold. Regardless, I couldn't eat anything with grease or fat in it. On Christmas Eve. Awesome.

I wrapped presents with Marta and introduced her to the awesome that is A Christmas Story. We didn't get to finish the movie because of said present wrapping, along with my feeling like total crap and needing to rest. My aunt Gladys was awesome and got me juice and made me tea, and I managed to pick myself up enough to get dressed and do a video conference with my family in the States like I'd wanted.

I survived the party long enough to say hello to most of my family, watch some fireworks, medicate Marta's cat to calm him down because of the fireworks, and help troll my younger cousins about when they'd be able to open their presents. The chicken soup managed to make my illness flare up again (WTF), so I called it early.

Day 5
I did just about nothing. I stayed in bed, went on AIM, watched A Christmas Story, and my aunt Gladys continued her hella awesome by providing me edible and potable things.

Day 6
The crud had just about wended its way out of my system, so that meant I had to get things ready for my family. That meant going to Minka, this huge market in Callao. (I'd provide a link to the site, but Web of Trust is kind of squeemish over it.) Marta, my eternal traveling companion, and I set off, and hunted down nearly everything on the list. The last item needed a special trip, which would turn out to happen tomorrow. My dumb ass managed to forget that kilograms weigh more than pounds, so my tendon started to be all LOLNO once we returned home. Fortunately, [info]artimusdin was able to prescribe a treatment over AIM.

Day 7
This was the "get everything that my parents told me to do done day: part two". The last item on the list, a bracelet to match a necklace my mom bought on one of her trips, required another journey to Miraflores. Before that, I went on a good-bye outing with my Aunt Christina, her two kids (the ones I helped troll), and my grandmother. Guys, there really need to be more gelaterias/ice cream shops in the States. The stuff I had was epic.

My Aunt Christina and her husband, my Uncle Julio, took me over to the cemetary, where the whole damn reason for this trip was waiting. I had flowers, set them down on the grave, and then started bawling. My aunt and uncle weren't phased at all, handed me some tissues, and then led me through some prayers.

The trip to Miraflores was made possible by one of my uncles, who was a saint to do it. Marta and I managed to pass out in the back seat on the way there, and picked out the bracelet in record time. I wanted some necklaces and such for myself, but had no luck. Poo.

After getting back, it was a matter of getting everything in the bags, saying good bye, and getting to the airport, where the whole metric is more than imperial came to bite me in the ass again. Stupid overweight fees.

A 2011 Year in Review post coming soon.

Dec. 24th, 2011

Faffing About the Motherland: Days 0 - 3

Thanks to Mother Nature, I'm going to be staying in bed for most of the day. Thanks, TMI Time! Just what I always wanted for Christmas!

So, I'll take the opportunity to talk about the trip thus far.

Day 0
There's a Day 0 because I knew there'd be a long-ass layover involved when I booked the trip. I left LaGuardia at around 9 PM, arrived in Atlanta near midnight, and then pretty much booked the first hotel I saw that had free WiFi. It was only after I booked that I checked Trip Advisor. Priorities, I have them. Well, the hotel turned out to be comfortable, regardless. Stayed up way past my bedtime, but that was cool because check out was at noon.

Day 1
This morning, I discovered that I left the flash drive with most of what I'd planned to read back at home. Then I finished reading Fearless Fourteen in the tub. Having something to read is very high on the list of things for me to have, you know.

Got to the airport with lots of time to spare, and wandered around. Got The Swerve, whose praises were sung on NPR, so I thought that merited a look. Managed to spill most of my soda when I knocked over my cup, but managed to avoid soaking my carry on and the person sitting next to me. I managed to consume the rest of my lunch without incident.

The flight was delayed due to rain, and I had to hear one half of some other family's drama while they started complaining. I also got to hear some jackass imply to a flight attendant that it wasn't fair that people were going to Peru to visit their families, he and his wife wanted to visit and had been waiting for open spaces for days. I really want to have misinterpreted what he wanted to say. The alternative would make me rage. The airline made sure we were fed and watered, so things weren't too bad. I slept when I could. There were a few crying babies on the flight, but it wasn't too bad.

And then came touchdown.

Because of various things, about four planes landed at around the same time. So, the lines for immigration and customs were obscene. I kept calm through immigration because of the adorable dog that the couple in front of me had brought. I wasn't selected for random inspection for customs, so I went through quickly enough. I met my uncle and cousin, and we left for my grandmother's house.

Day 2
Today involved running some errands with my cousin Marta, and pretty much relaxing the rest of the day. We took my cousin's cat to the vet, picked up her dad's mom (We're related through her mother and my father being siblings.), and then did some of my last-minute shopping. I finished with everyone, so I'm good. I also got the book of supernatural creatures I mentioned last year. There was a discount from last time, but with the rate of exchange going down, I think I paid just about the same amount. Lolsob. The only thing left is to get the things that my family want from here. (Food, mainly)

Day 3
This was another day of errand-running with Marta, only now we also had some more of my family over for "lunch" (It was a pretty late lunch). This is the portion with the bratty cousins I mentioned in the last entry. They're picky eaters, so I had to make a reference to A Christmas Story. (I'd started watching it with Marta before they arrived.)

After lunch came the errand running. The first stop was Centro Commercial Arenales, which is pretty much an otaku mall. There are a few other businesses, like a salon, some clothing stores, a church, and a supermarket, but most of the place is given over to gift shops and LAN centers. For those of you who've been there, think of the basement of Elizabeth Center in New York's Chinatown. Multiply this by 4. That gives you the general feeling of Arenales.

My cousin gave me the choice of going to another mall, closer to home, or going to Miraflores to check out a Christmas store. Miraflores won, so we took a bus over. And then she forgot where it was. We wandered around Miraflores looking for the damn thing, and I was amazed that my cousin could do it in kitten heel sandals. (I was in Croc sandals, so my feet were fine.) We managed to find the store right after it closed. Damn. But the windows were very nice-looking, and suited to my mother's tastes. (Gold, sparkly, baroque.)

Took two more buses to get back home, and did so in once piece.

Dec. 22nd, 2011

Faffing about the Motherland 2: Electric Boogaloo

I'm back in Peru for Christmas.

It was sort of a personal-obligation-filial piety thing. Latent Catholicism meets Confucianism, I suppose. I felt that I had to get down here ASAP because of my grandfather passing in July to... I don't know, reconnect with the family. There's also some stuff going on with the maternal side of the family and my grandmother there, but that didn't manifest until after I booked the tickets. Sigh.

I'm hunkered down with presents, yet still managed to forget some stuff. I'm sure my cousins will understand. (Probably not. They're still in kind of a bratty phase.)

According to my cousin Marta, my Aunt Gladys has already planned my itenerary for the trip. Well, so long as it means museums, history, and an obligatory trip to Parque de las Leyendas, I'm down.

Nov. 27th, 2011

NaBloPoMo 25+2: Grande Dame

Okay, I didn't update for two days, and I'm sorry. Friday I did a big pile of absolutely nothing, and on Saturday I went to Manhattan with [info]yohtan and [info]spiralsea. Lulz were had after I became slightly loopy thanks to taking pain killers and we decided to wander around as usual. There were books. Lots of books. I think I have a problem. Also, I was haunted by Janet Evanovich, and I think I need to blame [info]artimusdin for this somehow.

I've spent a lot of time away from fandom in general and FF7 in particular, and I am fucking lost, everyone. It's not like I really ever left the fandom as it is that I don't really interact with it anymore. Anyone who reads this, whose writing in FF7 should I give two shits (or two fucks, interchangably) about? I want to focus on more recent writers, since I was around for most of the pre-Advent Children shenanigans.

Okay, so this was kind of inspired by this rant post and I was clicking around and it's a Rip Van Winkle moment.

Speaking of Final Fantasy VII, I think I need to get back into it. Maybe do another play-through. (Probably a speed run, since I already did a "Get everyone to Level 99, Master All Materia, Beat the Weapons, No Items, Fox Only, Final Destination" run before... er... Crisis Core came out.)

I realize that I should really write more, too, but... I don't know. My motivation's kind of crap, and I know there's a queue. I'm expecting the drabble post to get me out of this funk, and I will do something. Baby steps, everyone.

Nov. 24th, 2011

NaBloPoMo 24: Turkey Bacchanal

Thanksgiving was somewhat underwhelming this year. Yeah, the usual suspects were there, but it seemed more subdued. The food was pretty good, and most of the Greatest Hits of the family were present. The dishes my sister and I usually make didn't happen this year, but there was more than enough.

Not going to do much of anything tomorrow, though I'm sure that my parents will want me to do some sort of household stuff. Hell, they gave me the day off, so I might as well take advantage of it.

Nov. 23rd, 2011

NaBloPoMo 23: It begins.

I had to run errands (and get some needle and thread to repair my coat), and found that The Shopping is already in full swing. I was sort of chased down at Lane Bryant (I was there for some stockings for tomorrow night) which was... odd. I'm used to one or two people working the mid day shift, but I guess as it's a half day for some places, they expect people to, like me, come in for some last minute Thanksgiving things? Eh, whatever.

Mr. Gobble is in the sink, and the pantry looks ready for my croquettes.

I'm going to stay up late, be on AIM, and watch some Nijichou. Fuck yeah, Thanksgiving.

Nov. 22nd, 2011

NaBloPoMo 22: Life and Nothing Else But*

I think this keeping a daily blog thing has triggered my Slice of Life needs. I'm reading The Makioka Sisters again (I have yet to break into the BluRay of the movie that I got myself for my birthday...) and I've decided to start on Nijichou. I saw parts of the latter at [info]senkami's, but I think I'm at the right point to enjoy it. I tend to not like Puni Plush-ish things, but I liked what [info]senkami showed me. Let's see how it goes.

*e.g. talking cats, robots, and hypochondria

Nov. 21st, 2011

NaBloPoMo 21: Nothing Tastes as Good...

You know the rest. I kind of... had a moment where I was chanting that for a while this morning.

More First World Problems )

Nov. 20th, 2011

NaBloPoMo 20: I've been working on the trophies


Dynasty Warriors 7, I wish I knew how to quit you. At least now the only things left are the things that involve running around and beating things up.

And no, I did not play AssCreed yet.

Also, I'm sure that this observation has been made before: but whenever I go into the embroidery floss section of a craft store, I get the theme to the Devil May Cry Anime in my head. Just needs to be said.

Nov. 19th, 2011

NaBloPoMo Unofficial 19: Keeps on Slipping is Right...

I almost forgot to update today.

Phase Two of the room is complete. Phase Three, CLEAN ALL THE THINGS, will probably wait until Tuesday morning, if not Thursday morning. Already started with Christmas present construction. By the way...

Thanksgiving supplies will wait until tomorrow after work.

My voice is almost back. Hell to the yeah.

Nov. 18th, 2011

NaBloPoMo 18: Oh, for the Fuck of Shit

Not cool, responders. Yes, let's ignore the humiliation of these two women and instead hone in on their need for a translator.

Guys, it's story time.

My parents had high school level English when they came to the U.S. Now, how on earth could they have this ability, this wet dream of immigrant bashers? Because they lived in Lima, they had a good income, and they were university educated. That meant they had their pick of English schools, money for classes, and experience in study. And why was my mom even able meet my father in Lima in the first place, when her family is from the Ayacucho area? Because her mother came from family with enough money to fund my grandmother's move to Lima.

Basically, one of the reasons I'm even typing this sentence is because my ancestry has a hella lot of privilege.

Now, let's compare this experience to someone who has a third or fourth grade education, has been working all of their life and has finally made it into the U.S. The first thing you do is get a job. Maslow's, everyone. Physiological comforts come first. Then we can move onto where you're comfortable enough to do stuff (and have enough disposable income and time) like go to an English school. (An uncle and aunt who came to the U.S. around the time spent their first ten years or so building a business, and then started to go to an English school. I think I made another bootstrap-type come.)

I've been speaking Spanish all of my life. It's my first language. However, I am far more fluent in English because I fucking use it more often. I can barely write a sentence in Spanish, and reading more than a paragraph can make my head swim. So, would I use an interpretor to give a statement? Fucking yes. I can express myself in English more readily and I know/hope that my interpreter can translate most of the nuances into Spanish. I don't trust myself to do the same.

Nov. 17th, 2011

NaBloPoMo 17: Keeps on Slipping

So, Phase One of Moving Stuff in my Bedroom is complete. The place looks a lot roomier than before. This is a very good thing. Phase Two will involve me exchanging desktop desks with my sister on Saturday. Hooray, more room. Which will be taken up by the books I've bought... I really should think about shelves on my wall...

Still haven't started AssCreed the First yet. Still haven't finished Final Fantasy VI yet. Still haven't done... a lot. Meh, going to end this here and now so that I don't get caught up in the negativity. I've still got time to finish shit.

Nov. 16th, 2011

NaBloPoMo 16:

I'm kind of over Christmas, and it isn't even Thanksgiving yet. I mean, I'll still be GIFT EXCHANGE, FAMILY PARTIES, I MAKE THE CROQUETTES, but I'm just prepared to do the minimum for Christmas. I think it's because I'll be travelling, so my energies are devoted to the trip.

(Speaking of, Winter Holiday Drabbles. Please?)

Oh, hey~ there's orange and vanilla ice cream in the fridge. It might have to wait until my voice returns a bit more, though.

Nov. 15th, 2011

NaBloPoMo Unofficial 15: Avox

Started reading The Hunger Games again, like I said I would. I remembered that the thing was food porn, but not so much. (Those breakfasts. Seriously.) Well, thanks to fandom being awesome, I will now share some of the foods of The Hunger Games

The title's a reference to The Hunger Games, too. That thing I've been fighting off migrated to my throat. I sound like I'm doing an impersonation of Fluttershy. My voice's doing better than Monday, though. I've been chugging tea and sucking on cough drops. This is the part where I remind people that I'm a language teacher. Yeah. This has been an interesting week.

My midnight raid for Revelations was fail (the stores closed hella early), so I just picked it up before going to work. I'll probably start doing some sort of commentary about Stupid Sexy Altaïr Assassin's Creed the First soon-ish.

Nov. 14th, 2011

NaBloPoMo 14: Nod at the Bird, People Die.

The Hunger Games has a trailer.

I am conflicted. Firstly, there are the comments from the director that talk about some of the issues of Jennifer Lawrence's casting. Hell, I'll just quote the most WTF-inducing part:
In the books, Katniss is described as being olive-skinned, dark-haired, possibly biracial. Did you discuss with Suzanne the implications of casting a blonde, caucasian girl?
Suzanne and I talked about that as well. There are certain things that are very clear in the book. Rue is African-American. Thresh is African-American. Suzanne had no issues with Jen playing the role. And she thought there was a tremendous amount of flexibility. It wasn’t doctrine to her. Jen will have dark hair in the role, but that’s something movies can easily achieve. [Laughs] I promise all the avid fans of The Hunger Games that we can easily deal with Jennifer’s hair color.

[emphasis added]

Yep, because asking for positive representation of biracial people and persons of color for a pretty major YA to film property is totally all about wank over hair.

Also still kind of bitter that Caesar Flickerman is not played by Don Francisco. Come on! Dude's been on TV forever!

However, the Reaping scenes were pretty good. The rest was kind of "meh," though. I think I'll give the series a reread, though.

In other killing-things news, will probably wander around for a midnight purchase of Assassin's Creed. Fuck yeah for refraining from getting AssCreed the First and getting a bonus game out of it. ILU, PS3.

Nov. 13th, 2011

NaBloPoMo Unofficial 13: Ugh

Spent the day doing somethings, but not totally in Responsible Adult Mode. Watched a bit more of That Pony Show, including "Over a Barrel". I am kind of :| that people did not figure out that this shit is not on.

In other fandoms, good gravy, I want to make this happen.

In IRL news, my dad's given me a carpet for my bedroom, and I kind of want to move things about. I hope to get it done this week.

Also, I'd like some advice: I've had some awful luck with bags for my books and laptop. Namely, the straps are breaking from the strain. Any recommendations for messanger-type bags that will carry a 15.6" laptop and some books? Thanks in advance.

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