Internet! Be aware that on this day contributor wumpwoast has completed his epic journey into the very soul of Mega Man’s black-and-white (or green-and-grey, if you prefer) adventures with this profile of the woefully underappreciated Mega Man V. Read! And enjoy! Unless you hate tough love for good games. In which case, you must be new. Welcome to GameSpite. You’re probably not gonna want to hang around here for long.
And now, a question.
Can something be said to be a tradition if it happens regularly despite your best efforts to prevent it? I ask because I’ve discovered that I have a “tradition,” of sorts, involving new cell phones. Namely, whenever I acquire a new cell phone, I inevitably drop it on the pavement during my first few days of ownership, severely banging it up. And this only happens once per phone — I drop it when I first get it, and never again. And only my own phones! Never rental phones. It’s happened four times now. I think that makes it a tradition.
Also, I’ve noticed that the nicer the phone, the more quickly (and visibly) the damage happens. Back when the Razr seemed new and unique, the scratch was moderate and happened within a week or so; my Blackjack earned a major nick within two days. And yesterday I finally bit the bullet and bought an iPhone, which as of this morning has severe dents on three of its four corners. That’s less than 24 hours. Awesome. I assume the next phone I buy will fly out of my hands as I open the package, streak across the office and deflect off the walls into the bathroom and down the commode.
Fortunately, that will be a few years yet, I think; I finally have a phone that will last me a good long while. (Assuming I don’t destroy it.) I’d been waiting on committing to an iPhone until the price came down (check) and I could determine how long it would be until a 3G/MMS-compatible version would arrive. Since the same slow-connection phone is slated for European release later this year, it seemed safe to assume the answer was “not for a while yet.” And after using a Japanese rental phone for a week — a rental phone that put my slugtacular, unreliable BlackJack to shame! — I decided to give in, despite the phone’s flaws.
Said flaws are actually much less aggravating in person than the Internet’s complaints would have you to believe. Which makes sense, really; once you adjust for the Internet’s collective, over-developed sense of entitlement, nothing is ever as bad as people make it sound online. And what it does well, it does so well. Don’t worry, I won’t go on about it; I’m way past my techno-fetish phase and can simply appreciate it as a nicely-designed piece of hardware with lots of options, an excellent interface and refreshingly painless synchronization with my computer.
And dents. Lots of dents.