Three Weeks
Monday, July 14th, 2008Yes, it’s been that long.
I’ve been writing, if you can call composing in my head “writing”. I’ve got quite a lot to say, and I’ve got a few drafts of things, particularly on game difficulty. I’m re-reading Emotional Design as part of this, and trying to get to and through the interactive media chapter in order to talk more about it. This has been churning in my brain for more than two weeks, which is why I was so glad to see this month’s Round Table is about game difficulty.
We’ve been doing a lot game-wise. We’re still playing through Keep on the Shadowfell, and we’re finding it moderately difficult to stay alive. Or the players are, but that could be because I’m a big meanie. I want to write about that, because I think it’s partly an expectations thing — comparing it to 3rd edition — and it’s partly an emotional thing. I experienced it on game day, and Girl has experienced it in our gaming sessions. I did buy the Monster Manual, and am perusing it now. The module doesn’t really require any other books, which is good. It should keep us busy until the rest of the Heroic modules are out anyway. I’ll be writing more about this soon.
The other thing we’ve been doing a lot of is Rock Band. I temporarily fixed our Rock Band guitar controller, and then replaced it with a GH3 controller. I could probably re-fix the RB controller, but, ultimately, it’s about the clickiness/mushiness. The GH3 guitars have a clicky feel, while the RB is mushy. And we’re clicky-keyboard type people too.
In other entertainment news, SexyWife and I went to see Sexy Lips Wanted on Thursday. It was an enjoyable popcorn movie. We chose it from a rather long (for us) list of popcorn movies because it was the only one rated R, and the only one with Angelina Jolie naked. I want a picture of the bullet at the end that Jolie uses. I could have sworn it said “Goddess” on it.
Girl and I saw Hancock Saturday morning. I wanted to see the new Brendan Fraser movie, Journey to the Center of the Earth (mainly as a palliative, until The Mummy comes out). It was playing in the IMAX, and thus 1) not cheap seats and 2) vastly disapointing in the past. The only movie I was glad I saw there (as opposed to seeing elsewhere) was Beowulf. Not particularly glad I saw that one overall, but in IMAX it was cool(er?). [Note the Jolie theme here.]
I had heard that Hancock makes sense for the first 2/3 of the movie, and then takes a sharp left turn. A left turn was taken, but I felt it had been largely telegraphed by the actors. It just hadn’t been spelled out in minute detail ahead of time. I appreciate that. Will Smith has become an impressive actor, even though he’ll always be the rapping Fresh Prince to me on some level. Still, there were points in the movie where he completely sucked me into the emotional mess that was his character, and I forgot that he was Will Smith.
I’m not saying that Hancock is the best movie ever. I liked it more than Iron Man and Wanted, the other two popcorn movies I’ve seen this summer. And perhaps that was because they didn’t explain every little detail. It felt like there was this huge mythos behind the movie that was there but never surfaced to the movie. It lent it some richness that other more explanatory movies don’t have. That was part of what I enjoyed about it.
I’ve been kind of out of communication for three weeks to pretty much everyone I don’t physically see. I’m sorry for that, and I’m working on it. One of these days I’ll know why this is so much easier than more personal communication. But I see you there, and I want to talk.

