On waking.
About an hour ago, I awoke from a dream in which River City Ransom had become a virtual reality game, a massive city populated by living, breathing artificial people. I recall wandering the streets, marvelling at how realistically the city was depicted, how much it really felt like an actual urban environment. I could see the skyline for miles in any direction, and there were high schoolers playing ball in the park and people strolling along the sidewalks. It was something of a cross between RCR, Grand Theft Auto, Shenmue, and the Holodeck.
Of course, the main appeal was in trying to make my way to River City High and beat up as many thugs as I could in the process. But I remember thinking: "This is great-- a genuine adventure, good exercise, and once I finish it, it even has multiplayer!"
Then I woke up. I didn't even make it to Merv's for a burger.
This dream may have been provoked by my wanton purchase of the PAL version of Kung Fu Hustle during my last trip to the grocery store. It was just sitting there, eight quid, and I thought "would I rather wait two weeks to get it via Amazon or pay for it now and be unable to view it on anything but my laptop?" Classic American instant-gratification desires won out. Now I can watch Stephen Chow beat up gangsters any day of the week.
I fell in love with Miyazaki all over again at the viewing of Howl's Moving Castle last night, even though I still think the movie's conflicts resolve themselves in a somewhat arbitrary (and maybe even unsatisfying) manner. I would gladly give years off my life if I could live it in one of the worlds that Miyazaki has created-- in particular the city in Kiki's Delivery Service.
I worked on "The Silence" a little bit last night, which is something that I intend to do today as well. I know that if I can just continue working on it for four or five days straight, even if it's only an hour a day, I'll get the ball rolling and make some real progress. I'm beginning to get frustrated at myself for falling into my usual pattern of outlining an exciting story and then failing to produce it. If I'm ever going to get anywhere in this world I'm going to need to finish what I start.
On that note, I think I'm going to get to work.
Of course, the main appeal was in trying to make my way to River City High and beat up as many thugs as I could in the process. But I remember thinking: "This is great-- a genuine adventure, good exercise, and once I finish it, it even has multiplayer!"
Then I woke up. I didn't even make it to Merv's for a burger.
This dream may have been provoked by my wanton purchase of the PAL version of Kung Fu Hustle during my last trip to the grocery store. It was just sitting there, eight quid, and I thought "would I rather wait two weeks to get it via Amazon or pay for it now and be unable to view it on anything but my laptop?" Classic American instant-gratification desires won out. Now I can watch Stephen Chow beat up gangsters any day of the week.
I fell in love with Miyazaki all over again at the viewing of Howl's Moving Castle last night, even though I still think the movie's conflicts resolve themselves in a somewhat arbitrary (and maybe even unsatisfying) manner. I would gladly give years off my life if I could live it in one of the worlds that Miyazaki has created-- in particular the city in Kiki's Delivery Service.
I worked on "The Silence" a little bit last night, which is something that I intend to do today as well. I know that if I can just continue working on it for four or five days straight, even if it's only an hour a day, I'll get the ball rolling and make some real progress. I'm beginning to get frustrated at myself for falling into my usual pattern of outlining an exciting story and then failing to produce it. If I'm ever going to get anywhere in this world I'm going to need to finish what I start.
On that note, I think I'm going to get to work.
posted by Nate at 7:31 AM
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