Michael Kindt's Blog, page 115
July 13, 2015
"Bring me something to read. Nothing existential."
- my friend Don, who just called me from a mental hospital
ghostanimenvy:
Facts everyone needs to know about Iwata:He saved HAL Laboratories from going down...
Facts everyone needs to know about Iwata:
He saved HAL Laboratories from going down under and was a key to Kirby’s creation as a series.
He reprogrammed the entire Mother 2 / Earthbound game in less than six months. He’s the reason it exists.
The last game he engineered was Super Smash Bros. Melee.. out of necessity. He re-coded that as well so it would meet its November 2001 release.
He cut his salary in half to keep Nintendo afloat rather than cut positions at the bottom.
He gave the speech titled “Heart of a Gamer” in 2005, a key time before the Wii’s release, which shocked the world in the following generation.
Designer first, executive second. One of the few, if not, the first and only president of a major gaming company who was a designer first and foremost.
He was the fourth President of Nintendo and the first not by blood relation to get the honors due to his previous years of leadership.
Iwata believed in open communication with the fans and the press. He believed in sharing his and other developers’ passion for video game design. Thus, he created a series called, “Iwata Asks.”Overall, as president, he has helped carry Nintendo into the new millennium. He brought in the most memorable public face of gaming known as Reginald Fils-Aime, he orchestrated one of Nintendo’s finest, most shocking years in popular culture since the NES with the Wii, and shouldered the burden and took full responsibility of both the GameCube and the Wii U financially.
So basically what you’re saying is that he didn’t do anything important at all.
It’s sad the guy died, but, come on. He was a businessman who sold/created video games for a living.
I simply can’t bring myself to mourn him because, honestly, I’m still broken up over the passing of Dave Thomas, creator of Wendy’s.
July 12, 2015
So in 2020 the sun is going to go to sleep and a mini ice age may result.
But even in the midst of all this global warming (these days propagandized as ‘climate change’)? When I was a wee little kid we were told by scientists the world was cooling and that we were probably heading toward another real deal Ice Age.
And we were told later by scientists that the ozone layer was going to go away and give everybody skin cancer. And we were told by scientists that acid rain was going to decimate all the forests and there would be hardly any leaves left.
Are scientists the new bat-shit crazy Christians, constantly prophesying The End Of The World, then having to scramble to “adjust their calculations” when it stubbornly refuses to appear?
The problem with these sacred scientists is that I’m getting old. Been there, seen that, heard it before. When even one of these End Times prophesies comes even half-assed true, call me and we’ll talk. It’s “the boy who cried wolf’ over and over again with these yahoos. Only children and 20-something proto-adults buy their song and dance because they haven’t seen it before.
Fifty bucks says jack shit will happen in 2020 except things will be more expensive and we will have less freedom.
July 11, 2015
I do believe I’ve drank enough tequila to have reached...
I do believe I’ve drank enough tequila to have reached detente with reality. Good night. See you in a few days.
"We need to redefine what’s considered ‘conservative’ and ‘liberal’ in this country, because our..."
- Jayme Karales
Sangrita ["little blood"], traditional accompaniment to tequila or mezcal:
2 cups OJ
¾ cup fresh-squeezed lime juice
¼ cup pomegranate juice
2 teaspoons ancho chile powder
½ teaspoon salt
several to a shitload drops Mexican (not Tabasco) hot sauce
Put it all in a jar and shake it like a Polaroid picture.
Americans have bastardized real sangrita by making it tomato-based, but that’s what we do in America: we bastardize shit. This is not to say that a tomato-based sangrita won’t be good, just not authentic. This is my recipe, based off one I stole out of that pinko commie rag, the New York Times. The spirit and sangrita are served in separate small glasses and sipped alternately.
The stuff above is so good, I drink it without tequila or mezcal–but not right now.
Cheers, motherfuckers!
He's the type of guy who sticks his dick in a can of Crisco, then lets his dog lick it off. "Date night," he calls it.
He lives, gasp, in a trailer and always walks around shirtless, with his pants half-falling off, as if he’s perpetually trapped in an episode of “Cops”.
“You used to have to go to the circus to see a huge fat lady covered in tattoos,” he said to me the other day. “Now you just have to go to Walmart.”
They say God doesn’t have a sense of humor, but I strongly disagree. Take, for example, the giraffe—and this guy, who, for whatever divine reason, keeps popping up in my life.
I see him at the store, buying Crisco and a 30-pack of Keystone Light. I see him at the post office, digging through the trash for Victoria Secret catalogs. I see him trucking down the sidewalk on his unicycle. Lo, there and here he is!
What the hell?
Like a lot of people unable to explain something, I’ve blamed the whole thing on God—and His twisted sense of humor, the sense of humor that has the male seahorse giving birth to baby seahorses, that has the crab walking sideways, that created the prop comic Carrot Top, and, of course, THIS guy.
If I see him one more time this week, and certainly if he ever speaks to me again, I’m renting a U-Haul and moving to Alaska because deep down inside I really want to anyway.
Hell, maybe I’ll go looking for him.
