Monday, February 14, 2011


Valentines day!

I got chocolate-covered fortune cookies for valentines this year. They're covered with pink heart sprinkles. 8D Apparently, you can learn the phrase "I love you" in like, six or seven different languages.

So, today I revert back to my twelve-year-old self with all the anime nonsense. Well, asian food. Whatever. I got to make muffins in Cooking class and they came out okay. A bit on the undercooked side, even though we put them in for five minutes longer than the recipe called for.

Anyway, I haven't posted here much cuz I've been obsessed with Deviantart. And maybe going into FeralHeart, if I can download it without too much trouble. Cuz honestly, I don't want to get into a game with all these bugs and stuff. But FeralHeart looks like a fangirl game, all full of super-colorful sparkledogs and lions.

Over the weekend, I began to read the TvTropes list of 'tropes for Kingdom Hearts. Holy shizznat, do they love to play up them tropes. Alot of them are BAD tropes. Like the single most important hole in the plot: once upon a time, Sora couldn't fight off baddies with a wooden sword. Then, all of a sudden, he gets a keyblade and can kick ass. BUT WHAIT! If the Keyblade is the only weapon capable of killing off heartless, the what the fuck are Goofy and Donald doing? They fight, and sure enough, after a long enough period of time and some leveling up, they might actually do all the work for you. But then they clear it up in later games, saying that other weapons can defeat the heartless, but only the Keyblade can collect the hearts. So, now we have this problem of Sora's not-being-able-to-harm-heartless stage in the game, where for 30-something seconds all of your attacks were worthless. So, you must now consider one of three options: a) Sora is dreaming all this shit up, and nothing is really real, b) Heartless are immune to wood, or c) The director of the game isn't paying attention to details. Or all three. Your choice.

I think that Director Nomura just made this his game of complete what-the-fuckery. Anything and everything he thought was cool and badass, he just plopped it right on top. Zippers and black cloaks? Shure. Outrageous hairstyles? Of course. Weird-ass semi-empathetic weapons? Why not? Throw in some personal obsessions and you've got a cult-producing video game (and manga).

Carried the post over from Valentines day, cuz I didn't have enough time to fill it.

And, um, I thought this was interesting.

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