Humpday Gaming: Animal Crossing
Up until a month ago, I was beginning to think that my Gamecube was going to be the most expensive ashtray I’d ever own. I bought it when it first came out (ok, my roommate did. I can’t even afford the hamburger portion of this “Helper” I’m eating right now), and I picked up two games that looked really cool – Super Monkey Ball, which I played non-stop for months, and Pikmin which I played through and lost, and have yet to restart (I still plan on finishing it, but I keep playing new games instead). Well, after the first 2 or 3 months, it’s sat alone and unused on the shelf, and I was beginning to think I’d just let dust build up on it until it looked hairy. However, that would not happen; Nintendo had something fiendish in the works, something that dangerously combined the mundane city parts of Shenmue and furries, and created a whole new world that was so much better than my own, that I would lock myself in my room and play it for hours. Yes, I have spent the last month (when I wasn’t busy dealing with another family crisis) in Animal Crossing. (more…)
Very rarely do I make a DVD purchase just based on the front cover. In fact, I have only put my faith in a film based on the cover-art twice, the first time being for High School GhostHustlers. Of course a bunch of half-dressed Japanese schoolgirls with a Ghostbusters gimmick on a cover can’t make for a bad picture. The second time… well that is what this article is about. While looking through the over-priced goods at a local Best Buy, I happened upon a DVD that grabbed me. The cover wasn’t all that fancy, nor did it advertise any stars that I recognized, but it did have one thing going for it: it had the word “Goddamn” in the title. 
Just a quick little update this weekend on the whole wrestling thing going on. As I stated in a previous article, I was asked by the AIWF to be a guest on “The Rick Deezel Show” (not to be confused with Ric Dezel). I gladly accepted and earlier in the week I sat down with my friend Brian and Rick Deezel and we discussed the matters at hand. This runs LONG, but it runs STRONG. A fine little recap for those who aren’t up on what is going on, and a little salt in the wounds of those YWA rasslers who are still obsessively coming to this site every single day.
Though we’ve calmed down in our old age, it refreshes me to see that we can still start a damned good shit-storm here at OMGJ.
One of the things I miss most about when I worked at a video game store is the ability to find really interesting games. I mean, I can still look around the store like a regular person now, but when I was working there every single item in the store had been through my hands first – so I got first dibs on anything I wanted. This was never the truth more than it was when the original Playstation and Saturn had just come out. The chain I worked for was offering a deal where you could trade in 10 Super Nintendo or 10 Genesis games and get $100 off one of the new systems. The good deal for me was all the games we were trading in were not individually accounted for… that means that all the company knew was that we had X number of Genesis games, not what each game was. So all I did was bring in my old shitty games (Super Hylide… what was I thinking!?) and swap them straight out for better new titles like Landstalker, or even better, find older games I needed like Gunstar Heroes. Those were some good times for my game collection… 
So there we were. My cousin and I on our tenth rematch. In the nine matches leading up to this final one, more threats of bodily harm were hurled at each other than I think every other game we ever played combined. The sheer amount of tension was probably visible in the room at the time, taking the form of the layer of sweat and spit covering us. When the game started, it was like a race for Destiny. Jeeps, tanks, helicopters, and artillery were thrown at each other in a desperate attempt to gain bragging rights for the rest of the week. All while Ride of the Valkyries played in the background, further cementing that this was not just a match to be played out, but Destiny itself. This was the single most important match of a game that would ever be played.This was Return Fire.
Shockingly enough, I have apparently never sat down and written anything about every one’s favorite late 90′s failed mascot, Gex. I think I’m going to try to attempt to rectify that right this instant in what will mostly be some sort of long, rambling justification for actually liking most of the Gex games. Yes, I’ve learned to be that damn good at justifying things in my life. Bad game mascots included. 
