What am I doing at the office at 8 a.m.? No one but marketing even gets here until 10 or 11. It’s sort of eerie being alone here — just me, a museum’s worth of stupid collectibles and game swag, and the vaguely dorm-room-like odor that is the trademark of 1UP headquarters. Yum.
Looking at a magazine over some person’s shoulder on the train this morning (rude, yeah, but it was crowded and I standing and didn’t really have much choice), I discovered that Amy Winehouse is only 24. That’s probably the most shocking thing I’ll learn all week. I figured she was more like 42. But at least now we know what avoiding rehab will do to you.
Also, I finally finished Final Fantasy Tactics Advance last night — by which I mean I stopped playing once I reached the point where three laws are active at once. I toiled through for a few fights until I found myself in a battle against a team of Tonberries while being restricted from attacking, using techniques or hurting animal-class enemies — meaning that even if I had the abilities that would let me fight them, I’d lose for winning the fight anyway. Much as I hate to drone on about clichéd points of criticism: Seriously? This was someone’s idea of good game design? What. Ev. Er. So, I am cleansing my palate with a splash of Metroidvania before going to more ambitious things. Like, I dunno, maybe finally playing Fallout. In the meantime, I’m finally enjoying the fruits of my labor of a few years ago when I completed a 100%-soul run of Castlevania: Aria of Sorrow — now I’m doing a New Game+ hard-mode run where I can just focus on running around using all my powers and not having to worry about the collection element. It’s even better than before! Especially since my weapon of choice is a handgun, which gives the whole thing a slight Mega Man feel.
What do you mean, that’s stupid and nerdy? Of course it is. I’ll take whatever little indulgences I can get these days.