Greets, humans! It’s been a bit of a whirlwind this past week or so, so let’s get right to it, shall we?
First thing’s first, good ol’ (and by that I mean REALLY FUCKING OLD) EWE had himself a birthday last week. Yeah, don’t worry – it kinda sucked. It was a horrifically awful work day, and most of the small group of people I’d have most like to have celebrated with actually DIDN’T REMEMBER IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY. On the plus side though, it did manage to reaffirm my long held, but sometimes shaken belief in the human species. Even when I meet folks like Malevolent Moogle or all of you fine blogging folk out there, and begin to think that your species has some potential, water always finds its level, and the balance of humanity always manages to sink well below any bar that might be set for it, no matter how low. But hey – I’m still alive, so there’s always time!
As a present for not being dead yet, the universe decided to present me with the question “how the hell aren’t you dead yet?” You see, hypertension runs in my veins (HA! I slay me) having reared it’s ugly head in a number of my ancestors. Diet, exercise, protection spells, ritual blood sacrifices – nothing seems to help. So after a year on a blood pressure med, my cardiologist called me in for a checkup. After first asking me such inane questions as “any stresses in your personal life?” and having me scowl silently at him for several moments before awkwardly moving on, he determined that my blood pressure…was still too high. So he prescribed a second med to go with the first, and said to call in with my blood pressure numbers after one month. And so I did – I reported that after one month of taking his second med as directed, my blood pressure had managed to actually go up further. I’m awaiting word on what the hell I am supposed to do now. And while I wait, I was sitting at work when I received the following phone call.
“Hi, it’s Mom! Are you busy?”
“No, it’s ok – is everything alright?”
“Now, I don’t want you to panic or anything – ” (Editor’s Note: This is never a good lead.) ” – but I was just at my doctor, and they are saying I recently had a heart attack.”
“They aren’t sure, probably within the last couple of weeks – but don’t worry! I’m fine, I’m even driving to physical therapy!”
“…YOU HAD A HEART ATTACK, AND NOW YOU’RE DRIVING BY YOURSELF, AND THAT’S SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER?!?!”
First off, Evil Mom is fine. She’s home, and she’s being closely watched. But everything about that conversation is a sample of why when the cardiologist asks “any personal stress?” I just stare at him in abject fury.
But all is not doom and gloom! Yes, it is my favorite season of the year – fall! Autumn! 92 fucking degrees and humid! Wait, that’s not right…anyway, in celebration of the season, let me share with you my favorite fall morning fix, and save you a trip to Starbucks every day. Here is EWE’s Fall Coffee!
So here is what you will need: a standard drip coffeemaker, a coffee bean grinder, your favorite cinnamon coffee beans, nutmeg, pumpkin spice, ginger, ground clove, vanilla extract, and Coffee-Mate Pumpkin Spice Creamer. Grind the beans based upon how much coffee you want, place in the filter, then add just a dash of each of the spices above. Be particularly careful with the ginger, clove, and vanilla – just a bit of each is powerful and can quickly overpower the other flavors. Brew the coffee, pour, and add just a touch of the pumpkin spice creamer. Voila – with minimal effort, you have the best fall coffee on the face of the earth.
Now go make some and enjoy what are looking like the last days of my body’s functional lifespan! – EWE
Hello, mortals! Well, are we in for a treat today. You see, my fellow spell-slinger, The Well-Red Mage posted a query to our blogging community, wanting to know the answer to the following:
Me? You want to ask me, the living embodiment of snark and cynicism what I’ve learned since I started communicating with you feeble humans? Oh, now you’re…in for…what’s that sound? Music?
Hello, friends – Editor here. I thought that the Well-Red Mage’s question deserved some thoughtfulness and introspection, and well…I think we all know that those aren’t the first things that EWE goes to when a query is posed to him. So, I decided that I would be a better fit to respond for the both of us. Don’t worry – he’ll be ok. See, he doesn’t know it, but all I have to do is put on something relatively sad and/or sappy (in this case, “After All” by Cher and Peter Cetera) and he goes completely catatonic. It’s like rolling a shark over onto it’s back – and since I’ve compiled an entire Spotify playlist of them, he’ll be locked up for hours. Don’t tell him though – typically he has no memory of it once he snaps out of it, and his denial is rather amusing.
So…what have we learned since our first blog post? My goodness – it’s been a little less than a year, but it almost seems like forever. As those of you who have been following this little literary lark for a while know, this blog began as a coping mechanism. A short time before, our world had come crashing down at the hands of the person we trusted most. The resulting depression was very, VERY deep – and but for the intervention of our eternal bestie, Malevolent Moogle, as well as some unexpected kindness from somefantasticfolksatIGN, it might have been permanent. But they brought us back from the edge of that abyss, and then the question became what to do in order to begin to heal the wounds and be able to connect with people again. Having always enjoyed writing, the decision to try blogging seemed somewhat obvious.
As anyone that looks back at those first few entries can attest to, EWE was firmly in control of our little endeavor – I was only able to prevent him from making any truly horrific mistakes. And that was a direct reflection of the place we were in – hurt, angry, and alone. But then something completely unexpected happened, and it leads into what I’ve learned. As trite as it may sound, I learned that I wasn’t alone. I was welcomed into the blogging community by so many other amazing, talented writers. I developed friendships with fantastic people from all over the world, whom I’ve never seen, but who have been there to listen to me and share in my journey back from the place I was in. And slowly, but surely, they helped to draw the scattered pieces of me back together so that EWE and myself could start to reassemble them.
Along the way, as I found myself again, this blog found its voice as well. In the beginning, I honestly didn’t know what this would be – other than a place for EWE to vent and melt down without resorting to screaming at stuffed animals like a COMPLETE lunatic. But as my friendships with so many talented people in the games and entertainment community grew, I found a niche in offering my thoughts on all sorts of offerings in my hobbies of choice. As someone who has often sought escape from my world into those of others, I’ve always loved books, movies, comics, manga, anime – anything that I could get lost in, with characters I could grow attached to. And then there was my day job as an attorney – one of the few things that I can claim without feeling arrogant to be fairly good at. There are my posts about cooking, which grew from something I only liked doing when I could do it for someone else into something I get to share with all of you. And so, while it may seem like a fairly eclectic hodgepodge of subject matter, it is me. In sharing all of these things with others, I found that I was opening up more to all of you than I had to almost anyone else, ever. And while EWE would likely kill me for telling you all this – I’ve been grateful for the acceptance I’ve found in doing so.
Have there been setbacks? Of course there have. I’ve been called pathetic some whom I hold very dear; I’ve been mocked by some that don’t see why I even bother with this blog as an outlet. But instead of letting those define me, I have instead focused on the support I have continued to have from my friends and loved ones, both in my daily life and in the wider Internet community. It’s a process, and one that I keep working at each and every day. So in a way, what I’ve learned since first starting my blog is something that I’m still continuing to learn each day. As Tolkien put it:
And so, I’ll keep following the road, wherever it leads. And I’ll continue to be grateful for each of you that is beside me along the way.
Now, it would appear that EWE appears to coming out of his daze, which is my queue to quietly step aside. Thanks to you all for indulging in a little introspection with me! And remember – don’t tell EWE about our little trick. First, it’s unlikely to keep working if he were to catch on. And also, there’s a decent chance he’d be so humiliated that he’d burn the entire globe to a cinder. – Editor
Greetings, mor-*HACK*-tals. As you can probably tell, even old EWE is *ACHOO* subject to a sinus infection now and again. It is decidedly unpleasant. Perhaps this is why, after I submitted my initial thoughts on this insipid holiday devoted a human emotion that causes nothing but pain and misery, Edi-*COUGH*-tor convinced me to allow him to speak on the subject, and let me focus on the later game review. (Editor’s Note: Your post was so heartrending and miserable it would have resulted in mass-extinction levels of suicides.) And what’s your point, exactly? Whatever…you people all seem to like Editor’s sad-sack, mushy take on life, so fine – enjoy the next bit because when we get to Tales of Berseria, you’re stuck with me again.
Hello, friends! Now, despite my chastisement of EWE for his…rather dark thoughts on Valentine’s Day, some of what he had to say has merit, I believe. (EWE’s Note: SOME?!?!) So, I don’t really want to talk to the traditional, happily-in-love Valentine’s Day couples out there – because quite frankly, if you need a day or an excuse to celebrate having that kind of love in your life, then you are missing the entire point of it. Every day, every moment that you get to spend with that person is a reason to celebrate. Every chance to show them you care, be it with flowers or candy or just a hug or a hand squeeze is something you should take at every opportunity, not just one day out of the year. So while we wish you the best (EWE’s Note: Uh, who the fuck is “we?”)…while I wish you the best, I think there are some others that are more in need of attention right now. This is for everyone who’s without a valentine, even if they know who it would be.
This day can feel harder than others, but the reality is that it isn’t – it just brings focus to something you think about in one way or another every day. But just remember – it isn’t about you or your value. The problem lies with the other person not recognizing it. Don’t let that hurt you, today or any other day. I know that it’s hard, and I know that it is going to hurt no matter what I say – I know because it hurts me too. But you are stronger, and better, than that. If the person you love is worth being patient for, then don’t let today be anything other than one more day. And if they are not, then let today be the first day of moving on.
And if you are someone out there reading this who may be overlooking or dismissing or discarding someone as “not good enough” or “not worth their time” – ask yourself, really ask yourself, if that person you so easily dismiss weren’t a part of your life, would you truly be better off? Would you be happy? Or maybe, is it easy to say that because you’ve come to take that person for granted? That’s a dangerous thing. Because depending on what you may believe, we all only get one shot at this life. One. And we never really know when our story, or their story, could come to an end. Yes, it’s nice to think about the perfect person just around the corner who is going to be everything we’ve ever dreamed of since we were children – except that we were children, and children have to grow up. Nobody is perfect. And while you are so busy looking past someone who loves you for the next best thing, you never know when you might turn around and that person you took for granted, that person who loved you and supported you and cherished you while you ignored them, will be gone. We only get a finite amount of time with one another. Spending it with someone that truly loves you, even if they aren’t perfect, or what you always dreamed of, is a worthwhile way to live in that time.
Ugh…and with that mindless, sappy drivel now over with, it’s time for something that actually matters – my review of Tales of Berseria. As I stated recently, there had been a horrible audio bug in the Steam version of the game that had made playing it enough to make me want to kill…even more than I normally want to. Thankfully, that bug appears to have been fixed with the most recent patch, and so I can bring you my full thoughts on this recently released entry in the long-running Tales franchise.
As I’ve said before, I am a latecomer to the Tales series, with my introduction being Tales of Vesperia on the Xbox 360. But oh, what an introduction it was! I’d of course heard of the Tales tried-and-true real-time battle system, and its heavily anime-inspired stories and settings, but what truly, truly hooked me about Vesperia was its CHARACTERS. And above all the rest stood the main protagonist, Yuri, and his foil, Flynn.
For the first time in what felt like forever, the world had a pure, noble, lawful-good knight as a hero to the people…and THAT WAS NOT YOU. Nope, that was your old frienemy, Flynn. Yuri, the main playable character, was everything I wanted out of an avatar in a game – a dark, driven anti-hero vigilante. And when I say vigilante, I don’t mean in the Batman, I-am-good-just-scary sense. If you were a bad guy and Yuri found out about it, he was PUTTING YOU IN THE FUCKING GROUND. Not because he was forced to, or because you’d backed him into a corner and there was no other way. Just because you fucking deserved it and he could. Case in point (SPOILERS if you care about them in an Xbox 360 game at this point), at one point Yuri and the crew save a town and it’s people from the machinations of a corrupt government official. The people laud them as heroes and the official is locked in prison to await trial for his crimes. In the dead of night, Yuri breaks him out of prison and sneaks him to the edge of town. The official gleefully believes that Yuri must have been hired as a mercenary by some of his wealthy contacts to help him escape judgment. NOPE. See, Yuri had figured all along that if the official were brought to trial, he’d just find a way to bribe or manipulate himself out of the consequences for his crimes. So Yuri broke him out of jail and got him out of town JUST TO FUCKING MURDER HIM AND TOSS THE BODY OFF A BRIDGE. That, ladies and gentlemen, is my kind of goddamn hero! (Editor’s Note: Yuri does go through some character development, folks.) Shut up – he was fine as he was!
Anyway, this little stroll down memory lane was just to set the stage for this revelation – the cast of Berseria is BETTER than the one I loved in Vesperia, up to and including Velvet Crowe replacing Yuri as my favorite Tales protagonist of all time.
Velvet started out pretty upbeat for a girl who had lost her parents, and then later her sister, to the recurring waves of demonic activity in her world. Left with only her younger brother and her brother-in-law as the centers of her universe, Velvet is understandably upset when those last two remaining pillars of her world are ripped away from her right before her eyes – and when she tries to stop it, she has her left arm lopped off and is chucked into a pit with some kind of Eldritch Abomination. Said horrific monster decides to chuck her back up to the surface with 1. a new, monstrous, demon-devouring arm, and 2. a burning desire for revenge to the exclusion of all other things. Oh, and an outfit that isn’t too shabby either.
Now, this wouldn’t be an RPG or a Tales game if Velvet and her ever-growing motley crew didn’t wind up facing off against a threat much bigger than they initially realized, but it’s Velvet’s constant desire for vengeance that drives the plot forward. Guy you want dead is now the head of a massive theocratic world government? Don’t care. Upsetting the balance of power could potentially endanger the world? DON’T CARE. Usually in this genre, even if a character has some type of ulterior motive or driving goal that they are initially following, it is quickly subsumed by the overriding goal of “saving the world” and largely forgotten. Velvet doesn’t forget a goddamn thing, and neither does the player. You will know every fucking second that Velvet wants to kill the man who took everything from her, and nobody had better get in her way.
It helps sell this point that Velvet’s English voice actor does a tremendous job of conveying this dark, driven, single-minded tone through her work. Overall, the voice acting is above average for a Tales game, and for most JRPGs in general, but it isn’t on the level of a Metal Gear Solid or Last of Us. Some voices, whether by design or not, are incredibly aggravating, and you will quickly come to dread whenever their character portrait appears on screen. But by and large, the voice acting overall is acceptable. The musical score is even better – one of the best I’ve heard in an RPG since Skyrim. The diversity between exploration themes, battle tracks, and menu background music all play well off of one another and had me nodding my head along with the rhythm more than once.
Speaking of menus, one quick note here – the menu artwork in this game is absolutely breathtaking. If the anime art style of the Tales series is your thing, then you’ll just stare at the menus in wonder. I did not include any screens here because quite frankly once the entire party is gathered, to show a menu screen of them would be to spoil a rather important plot point. But sufficed to say it is phenomenal.
On to the bread and butter of any Tales game – the combat. Berseria once again utilizes the classic Tales real-time combat, triggered upon coming into contact with an enemy while exploring. This transports the party to a separate battle arena, in which you can freely roam and move while attacking your enemies. You only control one character directly, but can switch that character freely. Once again, the mainstay of combat is Artes – a huge variety of physical and magical attacks that are learned throughout the course of the game and can be set in various combos to the four face buttons on the controller. Use of Artes are governed by the Soul Gauge – when you run out of Souls, you must defend and wait for them to replenish to continue attacking. Souls can also be stolen back and forth or spent on special attacks – giving combat a tense tug-of-war feel as you balance Soul spending and replenishment to drive your combos higher and unleash greater sustained damage.
The interplay between combat and the story is what is going to drive me to replay this game at least once upon completion. There is so much nuance and depth to the combat that it is possible to get lost in trying to master its intricacies, but at the same time the story is so good that you are driven to continue it. Thus, the temptation to simply button mash your way through the game on the initial run is very strong, and on the normal difficulty levels this is very achievable. Once the initial run through the story is complete, the game begs the player to return at a higher difficulty and become a true artists at its delicious combat system, and I for one will be heeding that siren call.
If anything, some aspects of the game are a bit overly complicated and thrown at the player very quickly in the beginning. After almost every battle for the first several hours, some new element will be addressed in a tutorial screen. It happens with such frequency in that time that it quickly can overwhelm the player and you may very well forget about the last thing you were told as you are bombarded with the next and the next. While it doesn’t necessarily detract from the overall experience, it just feels like they may have tried too hard to cram too many good ideas into one gameplay system.
Visuals are gorgeous, and the art style is the classic Tales anime-inspired fare. It is not exaggeration at all to say that playing this game is like playing through your favorite anime series or film, except that in many cases the level of animation and detail surpass even that. Magic and Artes effects in battle are stunning and did not contribute any slowdown whatsoever during my gameplay with them.
All in all, Tales of Berseria is just a fantastic anime-inspired RPG. If you are a fan of the genre, or of the series, or just of good games in general, you should definitely give it a try on PS4 or PC. The PC version seems to have addressed the nagging audio issue, and I experienced no other issues with it during my play sessions. As a newer Tales fan, I can say this is my favorite game in the series, and I’ve heard many veterans of the Tales franchise saying that this was the shot in the arm that the series needed after languishing a bit in the last few entries. A definite thumbs up here – the developer’s village gets spared for another day.
That’s all for tonight, kiddos. Tell someone special that you love them. If they know what’s good for them, they’ll love you too! – EWE
Hello, friends. You probably only know me from the occasional Editor’s Notes you see here and there when EWE is on a tirade. (EWE’s Note: How DARE you reverse our roles like this?! You release me from these parentheses RIGHT NOW!) Just be patient for a little bit. I’ve kept us out of jail this long, so don’t you owe me that? (EWE’s Note:…point taken. Carry on.)
You see, I thought that the tone of this entry, being rather different from the norm, would perhaps be more impactful coming from a different voice. While anything that is posted on Evil Wizard, Esq. is always open for you to share with your friends (EWE’s Note: Or enemies!) we rarely request that you spread the word. But for this, I would ask only that if you feel this message is one that resonates with you, or that would resonate with someone you know, you spread this message. I truly feel it is something that many people encounter in their lives, from one side or the other, and would benefit from seeing from this perspective, even if only a little. If you find you agree, I would only humbly ask that you share the following with someone that could use it.
Now you may wonder where I found such a long-winded meme online. The answer is…I didn’t. The picture is just a random photo, true enough – but the words are my own. They are drawn from my own experiences. And while sometimes writing acts as a catharsis, a way to take what is trapped inside and remove it and place it elsewhere, when I read over these particular words again, they still resonate with so many feelings. And so I wonder if perhaps they may help someone else, on either side of such a bond, recognize what it is that they have.
I know this is quite different from the normal…colorful streams of consciousness that you’ve come to expect from EWE here (EWE’s Note: Fuck yeah!) and I can promise that next time we will be returning to your regularly scheduled insanity. But while it is often very, very hard for me to share a part of me with others without the shield of cynicism that EWE provides, I thought this may be something worthy of exception.
Hello, humans! Still alive and kicking, huh? Damn…er, uh, I mean, damn, that’s great. Yup – look at you, all not-dead and whatnot. Fan-fucking-tastic. This is what I get for taking evil shopping advice from a goddamn coyote – he never even did catch that bird, useless bastard. ACME better have a good refund policy on partially-used plagues.
Anyway, since you’re still breathing, I suppose I should at least attempt to entertain you. So first, I guess we could delve into my thoughts as I have begun playing Square Enix’s recently released Final Fantasy XV. This isn’t going to be a full review yet – this is a large game with a ton to do, and I simply haven’t had the time to play it thoroughly enough to give my final thoughts on it. But I can tell you how it’s compared with my expectations going in.
Speaking of those expectations, they were…well, let’s be polite (Editor’s Note: for once) (EWE’s Note to Editor: you shut the fuck up right now) and just say that they were “low.” Now, it isn’t as if I’m not a fan of the series – quite the opposite – but this game had raised some alarms for me. First of all, I’m kind of old-school in my taste for RPGs. I mean, for shit’s sake, look at me – I’m an 8-bit wizard. My DNA is pixel-based. Swords and sorcery, some steampunk, turn-based combat…this is the stuff I look for in an RPG.
But starting with FF VII, the main Final Fantasy series has started moving away from traditional settings and gameplay elements. That isn’t to say that this has been entirely a bad thing – taking chances and changing things up is how a long-lived series keeps from getting stale. But like any experiments with a proven formula, some alterations work…and some not so much. FF VII was a smash hit, but FF XIII took some well deserved criticism for essentially featuring a 20-hour corridor at the beginning of the game with no real options to deviate. So when the announced concept of FF XV was revealed to essentially be “Bro’d Trip!” I was…cautious. When SE announced that there would be an entire universe of products revolving around XV, including anime film and series prequels, visions of the ill-fated Compilation of FF VII swam before me. And most alarmingly, when I played through the demos of the game that were made available…I was underwhelmed.
But thus far into the release of the full game, I am happy to report that my concerns have thus far proven to be…well, not “wrong” because that’s impossible, but perhaps “addressed” is a better term. The combat system that had felt so obtuse and unresponsive to be in the demo is in actuality one of the best systems that the franchise has had since the old ATB days. Battles zip along and are action packed without (thus far) becoming overwhelming. And while you can only directly control Noctis throughout, you can trigger his three besties to perform joint attacks with him. And even on their own, the AI for your party members is adequate as far as I’ve gotten into the game.
Story wise, I have not progressed too far yet, as this is the first FF game to feature a mostly-open world with a TON of sidequests and loot scattered all over the map. But I can say that thus far, the dynamic between the four best buds has actually been handled quite well. Sure they’re dressed like something that should be on a catwalk in Milan, but their personalities and banter mesh well together without getting (too) cheesy. There is still a lot of room for character development, but I’m looking forward to seeing the rest of this game based on my first impressions.
Now as a last tidbit for you…you all remember my best friend, THE best friend, Malevolent Moogle, right? Of course you do! Well, MM and I had an exchange the other day that was so enlightening and life-changing, I simply had to share her wisdom with all you meatbags out there. Here is MM offering me her, uh, we’ll call it “advice” for lack of a better term, on my personal life and dating.
MM – “Listen up. I’ve appointed myself your datekeeper. If you haven’t found a nice girl by my birthday, you have to go out with anybody I say. Deal?”
EWE – “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…HAHAHA..HAHA…Ha…oh, fuck, you’re not joking, are you?”
MM – “You didn’t say no, so, that counts as a yes.”
EWE – “Uh, we’re both lawyers, and I’m reasonably sure we both know that clearly IS NOT how ‘no’ works…”
MM – “Under this highly particular set of circumstances, and applicable only to you, it does. Now, we can compromise – you will message any girl who has a cat with her in her profile pic.”
EWE – “Wait…how is that a compromise? There are a lot of girls with cats…”
MM – “Cats cats cats cats cats!”
Now, for those of you who may still at this point be asking yourself “man, what is EWE’s deal? What is wrong with that guy?” I want you to reread that conversation, and then realize that the person I’m talking to is essentially THE SOLE VOICE OF REASON in my existence. That should clear up any questions you may have had.
Until next time, kiddos, may you all have a merry happy whatever-the-fuck-you-celebrate – just please do it quickly, because I just honestly want it all over as soon as possible. Thanks in advance. – EWE
So…I have to admit, I’m not going to apologize for this one. See, last night, I attended a Christmas party for my local bar association. And I was fortunate enough to do so with a lovely and amazingly witty and fun companion – one who asked if we could find the table closest to the corner, drink wine, and people watch while making snarky comments. I literally cannot conceive of a better time or a better person to have it with. Thus, I was unable to meet the deadline for #FrozenFoodFridays. But never fear – thanks to my evil, omnipotent powers, I shall reverse time so that this entry will now take place in the past! It’s kind of like that scene in Superman when he flies backwards around the planet to reverse time – except not fucking stupid.
So with that said, welcome to the latest edition of #FrozenFoodFridays! Now, this week we will once again return to something that involves very little effort – in fact, there is practically no prep for this at all. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t a treat! In fact, it’s one of my absolute favorite desserts – Coconut Cream Pie!
Now, I know what you’re thinking – SOMEBODY has to prepare this! Well, that’s true – and under other circumstances, perhaps I will attempt to make my own version and share it with you. But for the purposes of a quick and easy treat, find your niece or nephew that is having a school fundraiser, or hop in the car and run to your local bakery/restaurant, or even the grocery store to the frozen dessert section. Once you have the pie, place in your refrigerator long enough for it to not be completely frozen anymore. Then, either cut yourself a slice and enjoy – or if you are a pathetic nobody living alone, forgo cutting slices and just take a fork to the entire thing.
Now, one last thing before I go. You see, I may be the personification of evil, but most of you out there are…sigh…good. And so, I ask for your help. You remember the lovely young lady that I mentioned earlier? Well, she is the loving momma to a sweet and adorable black cat by the name of Sylvester – or as I affectionately call him, Beastie.
Beastie, sadly, is feeling very under the weather right now. He is under his momma’s care, but he can use all the positive vibes he can get. So if you have a moment or two to spare, send a kind thought or well wish to little Beastie. He is the only cat I have ever seen in my long, long existence that not only doesn’t bite you for scratching his belly, but actually LIKES it. Bless his heart. And from the bottom of where I should have a heart, I thank you for the positive feelings. If you have a beastie of your own, make sure to let them know that they are special and loved. – EWE
Hello again, cats and kittens! As I stated the other day, a recent catch-up on my reader found that I had neglected to acknowledge and respond to some additional award nominations. Now we’ve already covered that this amount of kindness shown toward a festering ball of cynicism and sarcasm like myself is probably a sure sign of mass mental illness on the part of, well…most of you, really. But there is another point to address as well – as you may well know many of these awards involve the disclosure of a number of facts about the receiving blogger. As I have been showered with your adoration recently, it has become somewhat difficult to come up with a unique list each time without beginning to repeat myself about…myself. Thus, when I saw that both Grimmgirldotcom and Boba and Games had each nominated me for my second and third Versatile Blogger Award, respectively (and with many, many thanks to each of you!) it occurred to me “Goddammit, I don’t even know if I know that many things about myself in total, let alone interesting ones!” And that led to this very special post.
You see, kids, believe it or not – I have a friend. Not just any friend, mind you – the best friend. That wasn’t a typo. She isn’t A best friend, or even just MY best friend – she is THE. BEST. FRIEND. It’s simply an objective fact – after all, if you can stand to call ME your best friend under any circumstances, you must be the best friend in history. She is the one..the only…the Malevolent Moogle.
So, I went to MM and I explained my conundrum and I asked if she would mind making a list of seven things about me that she thought people should know and/or laugh at incessantly. Her initial response was “Fuck you, douchebag!” but as that is her normal response to pretty much anything I say, I wasn’t concerned. And as always, MM came through. Not only did she list seven things, along with eliciting my promise that I would in fact give them all exactly as she had given them to me – with some additional reaction from myself – but she even threw in a bonus eighth thing as well. Well, that or she can’t fucking count – the jury is still out. So, without further ado, the Malevolent Moogle’s list of facts about EWE.
1. “Has a charisma score of 4 (low, very low).” (EWE’s take: MM is a huge D&D fan, and is decidedly upset with me that I have not yet rolled a character for her to torture, maim, and then finally drive to suicide in one of her campaigns.)
2. “Passive trait: semi-clever.” (EWE’s take: Huh…that’s actually a lot more clever than I had figured she found me. Go me!)
3. “Non-combat companion pet that best matches EWE’s essence: whelpling.” (EWE’s take: A tiny, harmless, ineffectual, fragile, barely functional dragon…so you’re saying I’m a dragon?! Sweet!)
4. “If EWE was a song, he would be ‘tubthumping’ by chumbawumba. Because no matter how many times he gets knocked down, he will always get up again. Also, he is old, and annoying as hell.” (EWE’s take: I HAD THIS FUCKING SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR THE REST OF THE GODDAMN DAY! GOD-FUCKING-DAMMIT MM!!)
5. “Is the human equivalent of onesie pajamas. Cute, quirky, comfy, not good for being in public.” (EWE’s take: Ironically, this is what my ex-fiance also thought about me…minus the cute, quirky, and comfy parts. Oh, and MM sees not going out in public as a positive thing – or at least, that’s what she told me when I said “Dude. Harsh.”)
6. “Is the type of person who would always opt to be Luigi, even if given first pick (you fuckin loser).” (EWE’s take: Why the fuck is everyone always hating on Luigi? What the fuck did Luigi ever do to you people?)
7. “Is totally Armin!!”
(EWE’s take: Ok, even on my WORST GODDAMN DAY, I do not whine as much as Armin.)
8. “I’m glad we’re friends!” (EWE’s take:
Yisssss – me too!)
True story – MM and her husband saved my life. Not a metaphor, not figuratively – when my entire world fell apart in one horrible moment, MM was the one that reminded me that not everyone saw me as worthless. I owe her a debt that I can never repay, and all because on the day we met, I said “tl;dr” out loud about something, and then accepted a piece of (really shitty) imported Japanese candy from her.