Hey, guys!
There seems to be a common misconception about me. It appears that most people (even those who know me) believe that I have absolutely no idea what sports are. Now, I'll be the first to tell you that I'm not exactly an avid fan of these so-called competitions and, as such, have very little knowledge outside of the basic rules for each of the sports I watch. And, make no mistake, I do watch sports...occasionally, heh. As it happens, I am a Chicago fan at heart; I love the Cubs, Bulls, and Bears (I leave out the Sox and Hawks because I'm a Cubs fan and I don't care much for hockey) but follow various other teams whenever my hometown doesn't make it past the regular season.
That said, I did watch the Super Bowl last night and, though the Bears were long since past the "well there's always next year" part of the season, I was prepared to enjoy the game, having picked the Colts to win based on a friend's unrelentless loyalty to Manning's team. And, y'know what, I did enjoy it. Though, in hindsight, I may have enjoyed it a little more had I chosen to stand behind the Saints, but, hey, what can you do? Besides, I'm still a little iffy on just how perfectly framed in the camera that final interception was...I mean, it was practically scripted. I'm just sayin'...
Well, aside from the come-out-of-nowhere destruction of the Colts, there wasn't much in the way of the usual entertainment for the evening's proceedings; i.e. Super Bowl commercials. With the exception of one or two (let's just go ahead and not count the E*Trade Baby as it would be unfair to put those gems in any category) the annually-anticipated line-up of humorous ads left a little to be desired. My personal favorite was the Doritos commercial with the little boy laying down the law--his 2 rules--for the guy dating his mother. Other than that, though, I didn't really spend a whole lot of time between plays laughing. Though, to be honest, I was glad to see that CBS had apparently opted out of showing the anti-abortion ad that caught some flak earlier this week when the aforementioned channel had turned down a gay dating service ad--a rather over-the-top skit about two opposing sports fans that culminates with a hilarious moment involving a third friend just off camera till the end.
Alright, well, that's all I have to say on the sports front. I didn't have any vested interest in the game as I'm not a "fan" of either team, so I don't have much to comment on the game itself. It was fun to watch right up until the last few minutes of the final quarter...and, then, well, even the Colts knew it was done.
In other "news," I beat Mass Effect 2 this weekend and simply can not recommend this game enough for anyone who has any sort of interest in a fantastic story set in a universe so deep and rich that one's head may explode were they to try and dissect any part of the creation process. Characters are so well fleshed-out that you actually form connections with them on a level I've never seen before; to the point that, should you make the wrong decisions in the end and any number of them dies during the dark third act, you may find yourself not just cursing the loss of a potentially potent party member but actually mourning the loss of a friend. A friend you've spent the last several days building and strengthening a bond of unbreakable loyalty. I actually felt a pang of guilt with every death, as if their lives were my responsibility; and, indeed, they were.
Of course, I then loaded up the last save and replayed the third act, making the right choices and, well, everyone survived. Ah, if only life were as easy as that, eh?
Now, I promised (several times) that I would do a complete review of the game upon completion. However, now that I've finished, I am of the opinion that to give a review of this game beyond what is said in the above paragraph is to do the game a disservice. It truly is an experience that is meant to be had on a personal level. Your choices mean something (well, sorta) and each playthrough is different--or different enough--for each player that the story you experience isn't necessarily the same one I did. Sure the overall plot is the same, but it's how you get through it that determines what you get out of it. Will you calmly explain to that merc that helping you is in his best interest and, thereby learning some details about the group that waits to blow you into the colorful clouds of the nearest nebula...or will you just say screw it and shove his stubborn ass through the window behind him? The choice is yours and it's one I implore you to make...Paragon or Renegade...so long as you make it.
On other, non-game-related fronts, my Neomyn project saw a huge bit of awesomeness this weekend when my long-time friend and some-time collaborator, Ruthie Collins agreed to take on the coloring duties (for those of you not keeping track, that leaves us with three total creators working on the project: I created story and wrote the script, Greg Woranchak is drawing and now Ruthie is coloring). A while back I'd asked her to do colors based on the flats--solid colors with no shadows or highlights--I'd laid out for her. This would have given the book that extra bit of polish that her trained and honed skill had over my meager self-taught talents. However, in the wake of our computer's recent death, Ruthie agreed to simply do it all from scratch. Ultimately, what this means is that she has agreed to taking a job that--under the previous agreement--would have taken her a few days to complete and willingly made it into one that'll take her about a month or so, depending on her infant daughter's desire to cooperate, heh. I am truly grateful for her help and now believe that Neomyn has the strongest chance it's had since conception to win the competition at Zuda.com!
To round out this week's blog, I wanted to give everyone an update of sorts on Jenn and the pregnancy. Getting her in to see the doctor is still proving to be a complicated process, but she should be in by the end of the month. From what we can tell--not being medically trained--is that she's well within the realms of what to expect in these early months. She almost immediately started to show--an adorable little bulge in her tiny little frame--and continues to develop outwardly as one might expect. She hasn't gotten throw-up-sick yet and we're both hoping she manages to dodge that altogether, though she is plagued with nearly constant indigestion and the standard discomfort and fatigue. We're both still ridin' the high of an expected pregnancy and very much look forward to welcoming the new addition to our newly forged family. Obviously it's too soon to know the sex, but we've recently taken to calling the baby Bean for various reasons--all of which fit.
Logan is excited when you ask him about it but, otherwise, I'm not sure he gets it entirely. He's not around constantly--as I share custody of him with his mother--and has never really be exposed to pregnancy in any real way. I'm sure when Bean starts getting big enough to show through Jenn's belly when she kicks, he'll start really getting it. And, of course, I have no doubts at all that he'll be totally in love with his new sibling (who he has expressed a hope for it being a boy named Matt) and that he'll want to spend as much time as possible with the little newb. Hopefully that is a desire we'll be able to make a reality soon enough.
That's about all I've got today, guys!
Later!
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