Sure, you got your 3D TVs, but you're stuck with annoying Glasses that enable you to see the 'third demension'
Sure, you go back, there was that short-lived Atari system, i think i played Mario Tenis on that thing once.
So what is so special about this little doo daa that's roughly the same size as the Nintendo DS Lite?
Don't need no glasses.
Sure, I don't have any of the Launch games yet for my 3DS (nor am i planning on them right away), but i must say, the 3D effect is quite impressive, one of those 'seeing is believeing' phrases... there's enough to do with the system to see enough of the 3D.
Is it worth the $250 plus whatever state tax you may or may not pay? well, with the current games if that's your thing, i've heard mixed reactions about them, and right now the 3DS is a replacement for my old Zelda: Phantom Hourglass DS Lite speical that was so well loved the top screen 'whited' out on me, and the Black DS that i borrowed from my brother, about a few months older then mine, had a busted L button and just recently the hindge broke so the top screen is 'loose' until they start releaseing and coming out with new titles, which don't come out for a few more months... maybe the Virtual Console when it's released in May will have something to pass the time.
perhaps the only major downside is the 5-8 hour lifespan, but when you think about 3D, perhaps it's better if it starts dieing about that point, perhaps it'll force one to actually get off the system to avoid migraines :)
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Bridging Fragments Together
I've just woken from the nap after duty, upon which at somepoint in the middle of the shift i had a realization whisper to me.
I give up on stories for two reasons. one is i can write out the chapters and what each chapter's individual plot is... but never have a drive to actually write them, which frustrates me because i think the ideas i have are original plotlines for fanfiction... but its like i just want to plan them, never fully write them.
the other? well, i always have a beginning that varies ever so slightly from time to time, after awhile, i can plan/write/picture the ending. the problem is the small fragments in the middle, not enough to fully build the bridge between beginning and ending, not enough to inspire other fragments to appear.
and i get such good ideas to come to mind, and rare does an end product blossom...
Another thought then comes... i want to give a small sample of my world...
My Tranquility
Blades of grass swayed in a gentle breeze, a tree with leaves of autumn rustle quietly. huts built in the stone cliff house souls with a choice. the main path leads down to a garden of iris and various colored roses. Several side paths lead to clearings where an animal of the visitor's choice will come to play, or just to comfort.
At the top of the path rests the realm's master, a black wing angel garbed in purple robes. here, a basin of water fountains, a rainbow towers over the mouth of the waterfall, it's color different in everyone's eyes.
Occasionally, the angel will put a small wooden sailboat in the basin, which is pulled along by the current. eventually the boat will sail over the waterfall. Never fear, for it simply sends back the pained soul back to the realm of the living.
For all the choices left to chose, a tortured soul will still find Tranquility here.
Yeah... i can paint detials sometimes... but not all the time. this realm of mind has evolved and grown in the seven years since it was created, from a lone tree with countless miles of land before another could be spotted, to a little place where one can find rest before a choice must be made.
this little area might even star in Reviving Life, i don't know yet.
Oh, and as a final note, the Angel is my family's Guardian Angel, my little sister who lived 6 weeks before SIDS took her away. she's a bit of a prankster, stealing my little brother's ipod for four days, hiding a cup she helped Mom and Dad find until i finally got to visit home...
:)
I give up on stories for two reasons. one is i can write out the chapters and what each chapter's individual plot is... but never have a drive to actually write them, which frustrates me because i think the ideas i have are original plotlines for fanfiction... but its like i just want to plan them, never fully write them.
the other? well, i always have a beginning that varies ever so slightly from time to time, after awhile, i can plan/write/picture the ending. the problem is the small fragments in the middle, not enough to fully build the bridge between beginning and ending, not enough to inspire other fragments to appear.
and i get such good ideas to come to mind, and rare does an end product blossom...
Another thought then comes... i want to give a small sample of my world...
My Tranquility
Blades of grass swayed in a gentle breeze, a tree with leaves of autumn rustle quietly. huts built in the stone cliff house souls with a choice. the main path leads down to a garden of iris and various colored roses. Several side paths lead to clearings where an animal of the visitor's choice will come to play, or just to comfort.
At the top of the path rests the realm's master, a black wing angel garbed in purple robes. here, a basin of water fountains, a rainbow towers over the mouth of the waterfall, it's color different in everyone's eyes.
Occasionally, the angel will put a small wooden sailboat in the basin, which is pulled along by the current. eventually the boat will sail over the waterfall. Never fear, for it simply sends back the pained soul back to the realm of the living.
For all the choices left to chose, a tortured soul will still find Tranquility here.
Yeah... i can paint detials sometimes... but not all the time. this realm of mind has evolved and grown in the seven years since it was created, from a lone tree with countless miles of land before another could be spotted, to a little place where one can find rest before a choice must be made.
this little area might even star in Reviving Life, i don't know yet.
Oh, and as a final note, the Angel is my family's Guardian Angel, my little sister who lived 6 weeks before SIDS took her away. she's a bit of a prankster, stealing my little brother's ipod for four days, hiding a cup she helped Mom and Dad find until i finally got to visit home...
:)
Monday, March 21, 2011
Life spun upsidedown :)
This week is gonna be fun.
The Upside to it, i get a day off in the middle and a three day weekend at the end. the Downside? i have to pull two 24 hour shifts, one on Tuesday, one on Thursday. I struggle as it is staying up past 2 am... fun fun...
plus i've a pounding headache... to much soda, not enough water over the weekend probably.
To top it off, I've a drive to write two different stories, one which is Reviving Life where i've hit a snag, so to speak... romances i suck at but will figure out how to bridge together where i am to where i've thought... Truckers playing Paintball anyone?
The second story, for whatever reason, i want to rewrite Transformers Strike, my fanfic, for the third time. While the core of the story will end up being more or less the same, i want to change so many thigns... i've loose ends that need to be rid of or expanded upon, the main character, one of my originals, has evovled so much since his humble beginnings when i first began writing Fanfic back in... i want to say '06 but i'm not sure.
Hmm... Transformers Strike Third Edition, it's almost got a ring to it. but the story, for all the good it is, is so choppy and low grade.. i just want to try and rework it, evovle it, expand it.
so yea, two 24 hour shifts, two stories, one person which is me... to many ideas, to few to pin and write.
The Upside to it, i get a day off in the middle and a three day weekend at the end. the Downside? i have to pull two 24 hour shifts, one on Tuesday, one on Thursday. I struggle as it is staying up past 2 am... fun fun...
plus i've a pounding headache... to much soda, not enough water over the weekend probably.
To top it off, I've a drive to write two different stories, one which is Reviving Life where i've hit a snag, so to speak... romances i suck at but will figure out how to bridge together where i am to where i've thought... Truckers playing Paintball anyone?
The second story, for whatever reason, i want to rewrite Transformers Strike, my fanfic, for the third time. While the core of the story will end up being more or less the same, i want to change so many thigns... i've loose ends that need to be rid of or expanded upon, the main character, one of my originals, has evovled so much since his humble beginnings when i first began writing Fanfic back in... i want to say '06 but i'm not sure.
Hmm... Transformers Strike Third Edition, it's almost got a ring to it. but the story, for all the good it is, is so choppy and low grade.. i just want to try and rework it, evovle it, expand it.
so yea, two 24 hour shifts, two stories, one person which is me... to many ideas, to few to pin and write.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Ideas...
Tentatively called "Reviving Life" is a story I've had 'plans' for some time. while these 'plans' have varied from incarnation to incantation, they are mostly the same, man tries to help woman who has suffered injuries that her body cannot naturally over come, such as the Prosthetic right arm she is going to have. this here is the current Incarnation for the Main Characters
Cynthia Mothwing
Age: 26
Height: 5'3
Eye Color: Left eye blue, right eye Hazel-gold
Hair color: brown with faint highlights of red and blonde
Bio: Retired Army Staff Sergeant and recipent of the Medal of Honor, Cynthia is a broken soul. after going on a mission six weeks before returning home, her life shattered, leaving her without her lower right arm and a nasty scar on the left side of her face. her survival still confuses her, for she had thought she would be dead after the attack, and is numbly surprised when she was nominated and recived the Medal of Honor for her actions in save not only the Battalion commander, but saving the lives of those not caught in explosions with her rapid response to the firefight.
Now out of The Army, Cynthia owns a small repair shop for Semis, often gathering rigs that have been abandoned or left for rust and repairing them, reselling them back to the companies they belong to so they could live again on the road. occasionally a trucker came by looking for repairs and a bed, both which she offered for a fair price with food free of charge. With very little desire to live, she occupies her time as a mechanic.
Jack Murphy
Age: 27
Height: 5'10
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Bio: Jack comes from a line of truckers. When he was old enough to be on his own, his parents were killed. with no home and freedom of the Open Road, Jack continued to truck in honor of their memory. he's a daring man, having trucked in 49 of the 50 states, as he once challenged the Ice Roads of Alaska, and been with several woman in his time.
When his truck was threatening to shut down on him, Jack came across Shadow, a small place he had heard in passing as other Truckers commented on the outstanding service they recived. as he pulled to a stop, the truck puffed as he turned it off, drawing the attention of the owner and mechanic. she wore long sleeves and had a glove on her right arm. she looked over his truck, named a fair price, and told him where the bed and food was. he was intigued by her, and as he watched her work on his truck, he noticed the disconnect to life. he wanted to show her what it meant to live again.
This ought to be interesting how this blossoms... i've no idea what i will do with it, i'm just trying my hand, once again, to write Original, not fanfiction... not that either have promised much anyway.
Flame
Cynthia Mothwing
Age: 26
Height: 5'3
Eye Color: Left eye blue, right eye Hazel-gold
Hair color: brown with faint highlights of red and blonde
Bio: Retired Army Staff Sergeant and recipent of the Medal of Honor, Cynthia is a broken soul. after going on a mission six weeks before returning home, her life shattered, leaving her without her lower right arm and a nasty scar on the left side of her face. her survival still confuses her, for she had thought she would be dead after the attack, and is numbly surprised when she was nominated and recived the Medal of Honor for her actions in save not only the Battalion commander, but saving the lives of those not caught in explosions with her rapid response to the firefight.
Now out of The Army, Cynthia owns a small repair shop for Semis, often gathering rigs that have been abandoned or left for rust and repairing them, reselling them back to the companies they belong to so they could live again on the road. occasionally a trucker came by looking for repairs and a bed, both which she offered for a fair price with food free of charge. With very little desire to live, she occupies her time as a mechanic.
Jack Murphy
Age: 27
Height: 5'10
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Bio: Jack comes from a line of truckers. When he was old enough to be on his own, his parents were killed. with no home and freedom of the Open Road, Jack continued to truck in honor of their memory. he's a daring man, having trucked in 49 of the 50 states, as he once challenged the Ice Roads of Alaska, and been with several woman in his time.
When his truck was threatening to shut down on him, Jack came across Shadow, a small place he had heard in passing as other Truckers commented on the outstanding service they recived. as he pulled to a stop, the truck puffed as he turned it off, drawing the attention of the owner and mechanic. she wore long sleeves and had a glove on her right arm. she looked over his truck, named a fair price, and told him where the bed and food was. he was intigued by her, and as he watched her work on his truck, he noticed the disconnect to life. he wanted to show her what it meant to live again.
This ought to be interesting how this blossoms... i've no idea what i will do with it, i'm just trying my hand, once again, to write Original, not fanfiction... not that either have promised much anyway.
Flame
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Rampet Ideas
I swear this one just came to me today, even if the title of this idea has floated around for a while. even then i have no idea what i'm going to do with this idea, for even after i write it, it'll need hard core adding, bare bones needing meat, as one of my grade school teachers said long ago.
and that's not to include the various other rampent ideas that come and go way to fast, like dreams that inspire but never feed.
My crave for writing some decent Fanfiction in the Transformers universe always comes with fragmented ideas that never carry out. my sucessful story, Strike, was meant to have a pair of prequels dealing with the past lives of Optimus and Megatron, and has not gotten very far. ideas of my Original Character having some sort of dislike for Prime has been around, but never fully expanded upon.
now i've got a story that i've been typing for the past day that is slowly losing it's flare, but something i want to try to work with. working very loosely with stories that are based between the backstories of the Live-action transformers films and that of the new animated series, Prime, i'm trying to created perhaps a sort of mystery about Elita, who had sent Optimus back some Crystal Roses he had given to her in their relationship... while at the same time playing around with a histroy about Optimus lost in his mind... but it's mainly about Elita's actions and being followed by my Original Characters, the Blind Sniper and his mate...
But with all the frame i'm putting together, there is very little meat. just one of those ideas i've started, worked with, and formed, only to lose it the closer i get to what i have established in my mind. unlike some stories, which i had the beginning and end with no bridge between, this one is only a beginning, with only a vague ending thought of but could change in a heartbeat.
And on the Original Works side, i want to explore a romance of a man trying to help a broken female who has become a husk of her former self, living only by working on semis for hours on end... but i do not do well with writing romance, it's just an idea that cannot find any ground to take root in. and poetry i once could create without thought have long since abandoned me, only popping in once in a very long while to inspire something.
so many ideas, so little to work with
and that's not to include the various other rampent ideas that come and go way to fast, like dreams that inspire but never feed.
My crave for writing some decent Fanfiction in the Transformers universe always comes with fragmented ideas that never carry out. my sucessful story, Strike, was meant to have a pair of prequels dealing with the past lives of Optimus and Megatron, and has not gotten very far. ideas of my Original Character having some sort of dislike for Prime has been around, but never fully expanded upon.
now i've got a story that i've been typing for the past day that is slowly losing it's flare, but something i want to try to work with. working very loosely with stories that are based between the backstories of the Live-action transformers films and that of the new animated series, Prime, i'm trying to created perhaps a sort of mystery about Elita, who had sent Optimus back some Crystal Roses he had given to her in their relationship... while at the same time playing around with a histroy about Optimus lost in his mind... but it's mainly about Elita's actions and being followed by my Original Characters, the Blind Sniper and his mate...
But with all the frame i'm putting together, there is very little meat. just one of those ideas i've started, worked with, and formed, only to lose it the closer i get to what i have established in my mind. unlike some stories, which i had the beginning and end with no bridge between, this one is only a beginning, with only a vague ending thought of but could change in a heartbeat.
And on the Original Works side, i want to explore a romance of a man trying to help a broken female who has become a husk of her former self, living only by working on semis for hours on end... but i do not do well with writing romance, it's just an idea that cannot find any ground to take root in. and poetry i once could create without thought have long since abandoned me, only popping in once in a very long while to inspire something.
so many ideas, so little to work with
Testing... Testing
A blog. i never imaged i might do this. for now it might help organize my thoughts, and maybe it'll help me finally pull together some random strays of fanfiction... or even regualar fiction, for i've some there planned... and get them out on paper/computer screen. so much to learn and figure out.
In time, there are things in life that take charge before everything fades into darkness, always know that no matter how hard it is to live life, that as long as you never give up, there is a change to keep liveing
In time, there are things in life that take charge before everything fades into darkness, always know that no matter how hard it is to live life, that as long as you never give up, there is a change to keep liveing
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