Oh god, please don’t make me talk about myself.

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Cake day: June 12th, 2023

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  • Nintendo’s infamously protective of its IP, even to its obvious detriment. I know a lot of people who jumped on the nomoretendo bandwagon after AM2R got DMCA’d, because the smart and morally correct thing to do would have been to hire that person and pull his incredible talent into the next Metroid game, because they clearly had a lot of love and respect for the subject matter and the technical expertise to put it into action. It’s hard to overstate just how fucking good and polished that project was, virtually identical to the Fusion/Zero Mission engine, except in the ways it was more improved. It was certainly better than anything Nintendo had done with Metroid in quite a while.

















  • Any regrets I have evaporate every time I visit friends who have a kid. Something else is broken or ruined, the kid is constantly vying for attention in increasingly loud and destructive ways, and there’s always at least one shouting match before the night’s out.

    That’s not even to say that I don’t like kids. I just like money, quiet, and a clean house more. Nor do I want to disparage my friends’ parenting skills, god knows it can’t be easy with both parents working FT+. But their non-working lives revolve around their kids now, and I don’t want that for myself. And on top of all that, I can’t imagine making someone else go through this shit as everything seems to be deep in the process of going straight to hell.



  • You know, every time I see the phrase “No drop of rain feels responsible for the flood” I get upset. You know why? It’s not the raindrops that cause the flood. It’s the clouds. The environment that fosters the rain.

    Like, does anyone actually want to get up at 6 AM every morning and run out the door to drive an hour one-way in a machine that kills children quickly and the environment slowly, just to give up half of their waking life to a soulless entity that turns spirit and creativity into stolen labor value and burnout, all for the pleasure of continuing to do that every day for the next several decades until the stress inevitably kills you? I don’t know one fucking person who wants to be doing this shit, but as the rain is forced out of the cloud by the dropping pressure, so are we coerced into this life by the threat of starvation and exposure to the elements. Would that I could break the chain, but I am as helpless against it as the raindrop is against the pull of gravity. It’s so easy to toss pithy quotes at people while sipping from a bamboo straw, but it doesn’t stop Starbucks from selling a billion lattes a minute to people who are too tired and rushed to give two shits about the planet we’re killing in order to create that convenience we rely on so we can be forced to dedicate every last spare second of our time to the altar of capitalism. How the fuck do you fight that in any meaningful way?