02Jun04 (Monthenor): If ever there was a glowing review of The Day After Tomorrow, this
is it. I'm gone at my sister's gradumatation for the weekend, so...I
dunno...go see Harry
Potter. I know I will.
03Jun2004 (Monthenor): I just watched the Metal Gear
Solid 3: Snake Eater trailer, having been clued in by insertcredit's usual self-indulgent
reporting style. Tim Roger's verbosity borders on insanity, but he was
incredibly right about Metal Gear Solid
2...a link which used to lead to a long essay about video games
and postmodernism, but which is now apparently in the "dead" file. Quick,
back up the html files for your own later perusal. But I'm not here to review insertcredit, I'm here to talk about
the Snake Eater trailer. I am now gripped with mortal fear of this
game. This is not the fear that comes from being pursued by video game
zombies, inching along a high ledge, or interacting with malicious technology. This
fear is a primal fear, a fear of being lost. What if this game comes out,
and I don't get it? Not in a "possess" sense, either. I know I will
possess this game. But what if I don't get it? This is a game that will
begin, and then it will end, and in between each cutscene (where the
game normally goes) all I will think is "I think I need to go lie
down." Gene x Meme x Scene. What the hell does that
mean? I think I need to go lie down.