Pokemon Alpha Sapphire: The Movie

Pokemon X and Y attempted to create a cinematic feel and failed. Why? Because it was cheesy, over the top, childish, and far too easy. They focused so heavily on quickly leveling up your Pokemon, that everything else was secondary. Not to mention, when Ash runs around and finds weird Pokemon that fly past him, he pulls out the Pokedex. When it’s something unknown, the Pokedex pulls a “WTF, mate?”

Within two hours, I’m walking along with the other guy, and we spot a group of beautiflies. You know what happens? Pokedex updated. We didn’t fight them, we literally just watched them fly past us and we took in the moment as something special to us. The creators finally realized, just like if we were Ash, “If you saw it, you likely indexed it.” This adds a level of game play that has always been missing. This is what separates it from just a video game where you have to grind out Pokemon, to an experience where the unexpected actually registers on the mechanical level.

That’s all it took for me to shrug off the fact I couldn’t change my hair style and clothing. Forget it. Ash changed once every five or so seasons. I can last a game. Especially at the cost of moments which perfectly mimic the TV show.

I’m not even through the first gym. The search feature has been addicting. You can now specifically hunt down Pokemon to get them to have rare move sets or abilities. I had a level three poochyena which started with thunder fang. Sure it was a game mechanic at the time, but I’ve had other really awesome moves, learned far later, show up on level fives. Capture has been varied in success.

I haven’t been this excited about the franchise since Diamond and Pearl, where I really started my Pokemon adventure. Sure I was in college, but some of us are both later bloomers, and eternally youthful on the inside. Just glad they could rekindle my inner fanboy.

If you play Pokemon, I’m always up for new trading partners, rivals for battle, and other internet hijinx. Email me your friend code, and I’ll shoot you mine. Email is in the side bar.

My Clockwork Heart Keeps Time

My clockwork heart keeps time
Tik
All it requires is a wind
Tok
With a key in a hidden place
A glass house, shattered to pieces
Tik
You’ll find it cuts, find it rusts
But if you hold on, you will find
Tok
It fits in the keyhole and gives easily
Under pressure. Just push and you’re in
But there will be blood from you and me
Tik
It’s needed to lubricate the gears
To provide the juice to move once more
When you do, though, I can be whole.
Tok
Spring me to life, this clockwork mess,
This heart of many pains. Use the key
To gain entry, and take me by the hand.
Show me a world of flesh and bone,
Not one of gears and copper. That I
May remember once again, to be a real boy
And not a clockwork mocker.
Tik
Tok

As the Moon Began to Rise

Thought of you tonight, as the moon began to rise.
Thought of your kiss and the glory of your eyes.

Remembered finger tips brushed across my arm.
Remembered your wit, your smile, your charm.

And longing I await for new day sun to break,
Until then I lie here, filled with heartache.

Super looking forward to tomorrow night! Maybe even more poems to come. On the other hand, hopes getting up and what not.

Winter Wanderland

It’s happened. The snow heaps down on us with the force of a really cold blanket. But it’s beautiful, and I forgot about that. Also loving the fact there are no cars on the road. They’re all afraid of the other drivers who are not out on the road.

After an incredible day of playing with my niece and nephew, drinking and smoking Swisher Sweets while talking about Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and then choir where I sounded beautiful, it’s a great day.

I even saw my nephew twice today, and the second time he ran up to me and said, “Uncle Paul, you’re back?” I said yes, picked him up, and he said, “Uncle Paul, I love you.” And kissed and hugged me. Week and a half of this. Going to be hard when he goes back home. My niece also roars. It’s adorable. She’s only a year old.

As for smoking, I don’t normally do this. I do like the initial buzz it gives me, and Sweets are flavorful. Except the blueberry I picked, which was basically just a thin cigar. On the other hand, I don’t feel too guilty for doing it. Smoking a Swisher Sweet is the equivalent of telling people you’re going on a bender with Boones Farm.

In other news, I’m on 20,000 words for my novel. I need to be at 25,000 today. It’s 8:30 and I’m up by 6 tomorrow. I don’t see this happening. But that’s okay. Life is good, the book is coming along, and I’m busy playing with my nephew. Hope you’re all doing awesome as well!

If I had the Wisdom

If I had the wisdom
To say a thousand things
I’d tell you that I love you
In a way meaningfully.
But my words are stunted
My thoughts confused
My intelligence lacking
So these are the words I choose.
To each of you that see this
To all of those who don’t
I promise that I love you
Even if I sometimes choke.

Retreat, Then Advance

Was at a retreat all weekend. My NaNo has suffered. As of today I need to write 1800 words a day. That will go up more tomorrow. I can deal with it.

My bitterness has been boiling over into rage towards others. The fury has been so bad the past month that it’s actually mostly blocked my usual number one vice of lust. When I can control it my anger, that’s one thing. When I need to shut the world out or risk punching a wall while in a professional setting, this is another thing.

The past month (or three) has seen me wanting to throw up basically all the time. I was going to try out the doctor soon. It could be stress, ulcers (stress), eating habits (which have actually been very good lately), gluten, or a number of other things.

With all this stress and anger, despite being a future leader of our church’s men’s group, I’ve been anything but close to God. I go through the motions, I make the statements, but I fall right back into old habits. Even when I thought I was giving up an old habit (lust), I was just trading it for a habit I had less experience and much less control over (Hulk smash!). According to Marcus Aurelius, rage is the better one as it is an outside vice, where as lust is an internal vice. I call bs on him, however. Both are quite internal with external triggers.

I went to a retreat over the weekend to both mend this relationship (but honestly didn’t expect much), and to help further the men’s group in the future (I know what team I want to play for, even if I haven’t been doing real well in try outs). I can’t even say what we did on this retreat, as the river rule is what happens across the river stays across the river. This is based on a river north of San Antonio. Now, being from Wisconsin, I am technically always north of the river, but I’m going to obey the spirit instead of the word.

There were bits and pieces over the weekend which hit me like a forearm shiver to the diaphragm. It was great. It was beautiful. I even found someone who actually listened to me and we were on the same page. Nothing like saying, “I think I need to get closer to God and lay off women. I’m not ready, it’s not going well, and I need to improve who I am first.” To which I get, “One day you’ll meet the right one,” and “Ever think it’s because you’re focusing on doing stuff for you?” I was giving you a status update of where I’m at, not asking for text book responses. I was actually pretty confident of my position. And I am again.

It wasn’t until I was home, walking towards my apartment, in the hallway at nearly 11 pm when something struck me. I wanted to cry. I wanted to just kneel there and weep. I waited until I got my mail and got into my apartment. After over a year, I feel God.

The retreat has been amazing. I think I might be back on the right path. I have an accountability partner who actually listens to me and has excellent insight. I want to show God’s love without restraint. I want to help people. I believe I’m back. I pray I’m back. I pray whatever your struggles are, the burden is lightened, as well.

Blessings on your night!