Weekend and other schna

[moonwise]

Got together this weekend up in New York with jaina and fadingembers for a peek at jaina's new digs and a very belated Christmas. It was my first trip to the gargantuan Palisades Mall, which is like an entire block of surburbian big-box stacked four stories high. That having been said, we had a fun trip to a Japanese restaurant where the dishes travel along a conveyor belt and you are charged based on the number/color of plates you have at the end. Mitsuwa definitely makes better udon, but the overall experience was very entertaining. We also hit Kinokuniya, and I resisted the urge to buy every book on kimono in the store and instead settled for another Cosmode, a book, and a Bleach cell phone charm.

Husband is in Scotland for the week, so I'm on my own to sit in front of the TV and eat Cocoa Puffs out of the box. It's lonely, but I am taking the time to clean some crap out of the attic and decide whether it belongs on eBay, on garagesalejapan, on the giveaway table at work, or in the trash. The giveaway table at work continues to astonish me - I have put some of the strangest shit out there to take, and someone always picks it up.

Chugging right along in FFXII. If I didn't want to do any more hunts or sidequests or find any better weapons, I could probably finish the game in another night or two. The loot is getting better, and I was very pleased with myself to have won a Diakon Halcyon, until I read that all it gets you is one lousy Holy Mote. One thing I want to know, who is it that's carrying around all that Foul/Maggoty/Festering/Forbidden Flesh? You can bet it's not Mr. "I Want A Bath Now, Biatch" Balthier. Maybe it's a very elaborate hazing prank they are playing with Vaan. Also, my mind needs to stop making Suzanne Vega's "The Queen and the Soldier" into an Ashe and Basch song.

Just to see what all the fuss is about with "old-school" FF gamers, I bought "Anthology" and "Chronicles," partly to stave off the acquisitive part of my brain that wants a DS or a PSP or both. I haven't started them yet, so we'll see whether a recent fan can appreciate the old stuff. If they don't pan out, I'm definitely going to run through VS again. :D

Comments

[pantswarrior]

One thing I want to know, who is it that's carrying around all that Foul/Maggoty/Festering/Forbidden Flesh? You can bet it's not Mr. "I Want A Bath Now, Biatch" Balthier.

...I must direct you to this fic. XD In particular part IV, but it's all good. (And if you already know who Balthier's father is, no spoilers.)

And, uhm. But... the second line of that song is "I am not fighting for you anymore"...

[arafel.livejournal.com]

I'll definitely take a look, since we've gotten past Balthier's paternity. It's a good thing he didn't get his father's nose.

And, uhm. But... the second line of that song is "I am not fighting for you anymore"...

I know! I know! That's why my mind needs to stfu!

[keelieinblack.livejournal.com]

Now you've made me picture the FFXII characters going through elaborate sneaky plans in order to hide away pieces of Festering Flesh in each other's clothes/shoes/whatever. That stuff's got to be awful once you get it out into the desert heat.

I am all about the old-school FF, but I admit that a lot of it may be nostalgia, since I spent much of my youth ruining my eyes with 10-12 hour FFIV/FFVI sessions.

[arafel.livejournal.com]

Now you've made me picture the FFXII characters going through elaborate sneaky plans in order to hide away pieces of Festering Flesh in each other's clothes/shoes/whatever

Thank you not at all, because now I am having a giggle at the thought of Vaan getting a swirlie as part of the Sky Pirate Initiation ritual. XD He kinda needs it.