Here are a few of my favorite things: Nintendo, Penny Arcade, The Legend of Zelda, Mario, Pokemon, Harvest Moon, Fallout, Dungeons and Dragons, books, dice, Professor Layton, Shadow of the Colossus, Minecraft, and so much more. I'm going to talk a lot about video games, I sincerely hope you don't mind.

Newest paper sculpt project!

Sonic Screwdriver trio for my friend's birthday.

An interview with Adam Harum of Transolar Galactica.

They achieved their Kickstarter goal, and now the world gets more of their award winning sci-fi comedy!

Doctor Who themed lip balm!

Brought to you from Earthtastic! and A Bit of Geek.

Minecraft paper sculpt!

My submission to the Mojang community art contest. Watch the video!

A TARDIS desk lamp!

Instructions and babbling on how to make a TARDIS lamp from foam core!

Monday, July 18, 2011

I think the Water Temple got more confusing

I say this because the added feature of "hint lines" (or whatever they're called) makes me wonder if I'm doing something wrong if I choose to explore somewhere else. I am referring, of course, to Ocarina of Time for 3DS.

Currently my mind is all over the place regarding what I should write about first. My immediate focus is Ocarina for 3DS. My mom shipped my system to California and Andrew was a total sweetie and bought me the game when it came out last month. I impressed upon him the absolute importance of picking up certain AAA Nintendo titles on release day, and this one had even more reason: the 25th anniversary soundtrack CD. I received it in the mail yesterday and mmm it feels good to have. Oh, which reminds me that I achieved platinum status on Club Nintendo so I will be getting the epic button set as a prize! Winner over here.

Keeping in mind my post from a few days ago about Harry Potter, I'd like to share something fun that occurred while my friends and I were waiting in line! So, the five of us sat down at 7pm to wait, and three of us were playing Ocarina of Time on our 3DSes. We amused ourselves with the silliness of it all before realizing that the person waiting next to us was also playing Ocarina of Time :D Excellently fun happenstance.

Snapped this as I left the theatre around 3am. You can see 
my reflection there in the middle! Gryffindor scarf!

I'd like to share some stories in this space, if people would be so kind as to read. They're going to be about Zelda, my experiences with the series and my love of the games. I'm still having a difficult time organizing my thoughts on the matter, but I believe that I'm onto something good here.

The first Zelda game that I ever played was Ocarina of Time shortly after it was released in 1998. However it was not my first experience with the series. When I was much younger, I recalled a game being played at my dad's house over the summers. I remembered a green, brown and blue overworld along with a small green guy and a sword. For years I wondered what the game was because I had found it so interesting to watch. When I finally got around to playing the original Legend of Zelda after I played Ocarina of Time, I was delighted to realize it was the game I remembered from so long ago.

It's safe to say that Ocarina of Time (hereon referred to as 'Oot') is my favorite of all the Zelda games. Wind Waker and Minish Cap tie for second place. I have played OoT from start to finish many times, I still have my original file on my 64 cartridge, and up until recently I still used to pop into the game and try to find a few more Golden Skulltulas.

My bonus CD! :D

Now, speaking of Golden Skulltuals, I have an admission to make: in spite of my intense love of the series, there is so much I don't know about the games. I go back and forth trying to decide whether or not I think this is a shameful place for me to be. I'm supposed to be a fan, right? A dedicated fan. I've played all the games (excluding CD-i but who even counts those?), I have a mini excited heart attack whenever anyone mentions OoT, and my best friend and I (another fellow Zelda lover) got triforce tattoos together.

And yet! And yet. It was brought to my attention just on Saturday, this last Saturday, that all of these long thirteen years of Zelda love, I have been pronouncing Skulltula wrong. It's one of those situations where the spelling is strange, the word is 'fake', and I never had need to say it out loud, so I breezed past the word and decided that it was pronounced 'skull-ita'. Picture this: three friends, all long time Zelda fans, all repeat offenders for OoT, all playing together on our 3DSes. I make a comment about needing to find more 'skullitas'. They both stop and look at me, before one of them goes, "What?" and the other goes, "... it's pronounced 'Skull-tula'".

Cue me feeling incredibly embarrassed. Even though the two people mentioned are my best friends, I still experienced a stab of shame and doubt, wondering if they were thinking me a sham of a fan. Of course I immediately realize that this is ridiculous, I thank them for correcting my silly thirteen year long error, and I go back to Golden Skulltula hunting so that I can receive my Giant's Wallet.

Ridiculous, right? I'm bothered that those thoughts even crossed my mind. It is perfectly acceptable for a real fan to not know everything, to even make silly mistakes. I know this because I am a real fan, and I most certainly do not know everything. I don't even like all of the games! I'll say it right now: I don't like Adventure of Link, Majora's Mask, Phantom Hourglass or Spirit Tracks. And I'm not ashamed of that.

There are such epic discussions that wind through the internet based around the best Zelda game of them all. Many people dislike Majora's Mask, and just as many fans believe it to be the best in the series. Wind Waker almost overtakes OoT as my favorite, and yet (in my opinion) there are far too many people that completely dismiss Wind Waker because of its simple, cel-shaded graphics. This fact blows my mind. Wind Waker is an absolutely amazing game with gorgeous graphics, fun enemies and an unbelievable story that contributes excitingly to the over-arcing timeline.

I remember buying the Majora's Mask guide the same time as
the game. It didn't make the game any easier. Damn those dungeons!

But I digress, I think. I wanted to share more things that I didn't know.

My lovely best friend pointed out to me (a few years ago now) that Hylian is pronounced 'high-lian" and not "heal-ian". Don't even ask me why I thought it was pronounced "heal-ian" because I pronounced Hyrule correctly, so logically why would I say Hylian wrong? It'll forever be a mystery.

More embarrassing things! I did not know that the Sun's Song froze the zombies. As my bff for life said, "No wonder you hated them so much!" I believe a facepalm is deserved in there somewhere. Also? While playing through the Fire Temple just the other day it occurred to me that Farore's Wind is so. helpful. Fun fact: I had never used it before.

Want to hear some things that I completely forgot but that I did know at some point? Let's see... the magic beans? Totally spaced that you need to put bugs in the plots of dirt before you plan the beans in order to find all of the Golden Skulltulas. Very glad that my friends reminded me! Also, that the guy who buys the bunny ears off of you will fill your entire wallet so you had BETTER get the Giant's Wallet before you complete that task!

It is extremely likely that there are many more things that I never knew, and things that I once knew that I've since forgotten. These facts, while embarrassing when pointed out in front of multiple people, do not hamper my enjoyment whatsoever. If anything I'm glad for them. I like getting to learn more about my favorite game. It's actually really great that I get to continue to discover a game that I've been playing for so many years. How often do people have a chance to keep discovering? I know that I'm far from knowing all of the intricacies of the entire series. I've only played a few of them more than once, and I haven't played all of them through to completion either! I continue to feel excitement toward the series, and I am eager to eventually finish all of them; even the iterations that I don't particularly care for.

On a closing note I would like to reveal what really sparked this concerned train of thought: it was the guy next to us in line at the movies. He was also a fan of Zelda, evident not just because of the fact that he too was playing OoT, but more because of the large (and very well done) Lens of Truth tattoo on the back of his calf. I could see him out of my peripheral vision, watching us play and listening to us talk. Most likely I was paranoid and imagining things, but I couldn't help fear that he doubted my Zelda love because my friends and I were loudly discussing the things that I didn't know about the game.

How could I have let a total stranger concern me so much? Who cares if someone thinks I'm not a good enough fan? I know where I stand, and I am so excited to be able to freeze those horrible zombies now. Although I just remembered that I should have used Farore's Wind before I shut off my 3DS the other night, because now I have to figure out where I left off in the Water Temple. Sigh.


Friday, July 15, 2011

The Story That Lives

Harry Potter.

Book releases. Movie premieres. Friends, chats, dressing up. Speculation, anticipation, discussion. Age thirteen to twenty-five.

I've been up at 4am to line up at 6am to get bracelets to be first in line for midnight book releases. I know well staying up into the next day, reading frantically with a group of fellow Potter fans. Gasping, crying, laughing; eating up every word and remaining famished for the next installment. Waking up early and staring out my bedroom window waiting for the mail to deliver the newest book. Intriguing to remember a time when I couldn't attend a midnight release and I was at the mercy of the post office.

I've spent a total of twenty-five hours in theatres just waiting for midnight to roll around. Starting with the fourth release I have arrived at 7pm, plopping myself down with company and entertainment, anxious to be first in line, a dedicated fan, and to get a good seat in the theatre.

Each release has seen many things. Goblet of Fire spurred my highest ever test score in a biology class; I spent my five hours of waiting in the theatre studying. Order of the Phoenix involved intense discussions with my Grandmother, while Half-Blood Prince saw lengthy video game sessions in the hallways. Deathly Hallows part 1 included adamant talk about the pros and cons of a two part release, and July 14th 2011 left me silent, nervous and patient.

Through Deathly Hallows part 2 I played with my wand the entire time. Twirling, rolling, touching the detailing with my fingertips. I fidgeted and shifted, flipping it end over end. While waiting in line in the hallway I spun my time-turner restlessly, separating the layers and rotating the hourglass over and over again. It was hot in the theatre, so many people at rapt attention, hearts and bodies overflowing with emotion and tears; I kept my Gryffindor scarf on, checking it frequently to make sure it was straight.

Before I left the house for this final venture, I unbuckled and re-buckled the clasps on my Harry Potter leather bag, repeatedly checking that my wand was safe against my usual assembly of wallet and phone. I carried it carefully, admiring the Hogwarts Crest inset on the front. It's the nicest bag that I own.

I remember dressing up for the Deathly Hallows book release; I donned scarf, wand and time-turner, as well as a white shirt/dark skirt uniform. I recall the excitement and dread mingled together, the looming sense of something huge and important coming to a close as I milled around the bookstore with friends. And then suddenly it was midnight. I had the book. I was driving home. All of that waiting and I had the final book. It was like that at Deathly Hallows part 2: sudden, wonderful, startling in its peculiar yet incomplete finality. Even though it is finished it will never be over. It's a strange feeling.

All of this time. Memories, friends I've shared with, time I've waited, speculation and fan fiction that I've read; concluded but not done. I left the theatre feeling full but not satisfied. Or perhaps satisfied but not full. A respectable close. Magnificent and carefully done. I am pleased. And yet I have room for more. I will always have room for more Harry Potter.


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