Writing poetry is something that sorta comes very naturally to me. Every now and then, I get completely swept up in this spontaneos desire to jot down some soothing verses. But usually, it almost always contains one of two topics; Knights and the wind.
No really, I wrote this five minutes ago. Take a look and see that I am obsessed:
Oh, radiant sword. Thy guiding moonlight.
By a battered buckler, defend this soul.
Light thy way through perilous tides.
Beneath the gleaming suns, below the starlit aether.
For glorious fate, she beckons for me.
For tranquil rest, awaiting me patiently.
I’m starting to think that I was an errant in a past life. Or Don Quixote. Either one.
I will admit that I am a busy man. Between trying to get Twitter famous, playing unhealthy amounts of Counter Strike and making stupid chiptune on my decrepit four year old MacBook, I haven’t really had a whole lotta time to be writing the blog posts.
So right now, while I’m in the mood, I’d like to take this chance to just sit down and catch up.
So yeah, 2016. Doesn’t feel like it’s gonna be all that different to 2015 but I’m sure you’ve seen enough of those ‘Everything is still trash’ jokes to last you for the rest of the eventual Nuclear Winter or Robot Insurrection that’ll take place in 2018. Also, nanomachines. Those will be a thing. Relax guys and gals, I know all this for a fact. Metal Gear Rising told me all about it.
But all credible predictions of future events taken from video games aside, I don’t think I will be doing anything too different to last year. At least not for the first half of it. I still gotta search for my second trial of work placement for the third year of my college course. This’ll be the home stretch and after this, I’ll be taking a break from studying for a good few months. This will be an amazing time to get back in tune with what I love doing, like talking over video games while I play them with either friends or filmed in front of a live studio audience … or YouTube. YouTube will also be good. But that brings me to another issue that I face and that issue starts with a capital M.
Money. Money is what I want. Money is what I ain’t got. Money is what I need. Money is what sets me free. I don’t got money but I certainly got love. Love love love, love is what I got.
Money is a big problem. You see, I’m a couple decades old now and apart form my few hundred hours of work experience done through college AND my countless days spent volunteering, I have yet to actually work a paying job. i don’t know what it is about volunteer work. It’s basically the same as work, except I just don’t get paid. And that’s not an issue in the slightest, I love working for no pay. But with upcoming expenditures for things like a replacement mobile phone, new desktop computer and video and audio recording hardware, I’m going to be needing a steady flow of cash. Also, gas money. Thank the ancient astronauts that built my car for putting a four cylinder in it. Although I’m still bitter that it’s not fusion powered … And that it doesn’t fire ionised particle beams from the rear to dissuade tailgaters.
Oh, you might’ve noticed that I’ve written a lot more than usual. Yeah, that’s partially thanks to this scissor switch keyboard that I managed to find. I think I bought this thing back in my early high school years and used it for MSN Messenger on the Xbox 360.
Hey, we only had one computer in the house and I wasn’t allowed on it. Leave me alone.
But all jokes aside, it’s great! There’s something about a nice heavy and clunky keyboard that reminds me of the old mechanical Apple Desktop Bus ones. Those things rocked so hard, even though they didn’t have those ‘clicky’ keys. Oh how I wish ADB could be converted to USB without a bunch of electrical engineering tier tinkering. That way, I could mash those weighty keys with my hand sanitiser cleansed fingers while I type up another storm like this one. Or write haikus. Those things are mad cool. Look, I’ll show you. Here’s one I wrote a few days ago:
I shall take flight now,
Like the brilliant falcon,
I endure the rain.
original poem do not steal
Anyways, I am going to leave you all to it. I hope you all have a wonderful week. I really should bring myself up to speed on what my fellow bloggers have been up to. I haven’t had a chance to trawl through the seemingly bugged Reader on WordPress. The one that keeps showing me the same blog entries over and over again, even after flicking a page over. Someone really should look into that. Or maybe the fault is on my end …
Super Metroid wasn’t the first Metroid game I had played. That goes to the title of Metroid Fusion for the Game Boy Advance. A super cool yet far more linear take on the franchise’s ‘explorative action-platformer’ roots. It wouldn’t be until my SNES fetish of my late childhood years would kick in again, driving me to try and find the games that we had kept as well as buy those that were missing in my collection, Super Metroid being one of them. It was certainly one of the best $50 notes I had ever spent but the actual journey throughout the game’s magnificent world felt absolutely priceless. Taking the expeditionary helm of feared bounty huntress Samus Aran, plunging through the seemingly alive atmospheres of Planet Zebes seemed like traversing through landscapes that were well and truly alive, despite the player sitting on the other side of the action with a controller in their hands.
If you ever get a chance to pick up this game, whether it be an actual physical copy, through the Nintendo Wii/Wii U Virtual Console or through other means (*cough* emulation *cough*) then I strongly recommend you sit down and have yourself a science fiction side scrolling adventure!