Wednesday, September 16, 2009

A kick in the face!

There is nothing quite like a breakfast trip with my small town Indianaianiananin (from Indiana) grandparents to the local Mom's Restaurant, wherein the ceiling is lined with dollar bills signed by patrons past, all of whom were likely the same type of customers you see now - predominantly overweight, all white.

The restaurant lies on the corner of an intersection and is neighbor to a gas station, which sells live bait, and a church. All around this uncharacteristically large intersection (five roads!) are farms. Fields and fields of crops. On the opposite side of one swiftly yellowing field lies a thin barrier of likewise yellowing trees - the only thing separating my house and its respective community from this intersection.

I eat biscuits and gravy, a scrambled egg, hash browns. My grandparents order grits with their meal. It is familiar territory.

My father has started his own miniature farm in our backyard. Some might call it a garden. Corn, cucumbers, green onions. These are all harvested already. There are a few tomatoes left. He even planted some watermelon. They are still small.

Welcome home, Jonny Boy. Welcome home.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Meeting of Minds

This morning... well, last night, I guess, since I'm BACK IN AMERICA, I met Yoshiro Kimura.

He's pretty rockin'. Rad maximum. Raximum. To the max.

I was pretty nervous about meeting him, in no small part because I know I am an extremely shy man. But! I had set the meeting and I had no intention of turning back. I was determined.

I woke up early to finish packing, because 1) I planned to head to the airport immediately after the meeting ended and 2) I kind of... gave up the night prior. Some inexplicable wave of exhaustion set over me and I collapsed in the middle of folding my clothes. It probably had to do with my extreme hatred for packing, I'm sure. Luckily, I managed to spur forth enough energy to set my alarm extra early.

So, yes... I packed. I finished a little earlier than I thought I would. I looked at the clock. Time passes very slowly at moments like this. Fact of life. Everyone feels it. Probably some science mumbo-jumbo to explain it, but really the only thing anyone needs to know is it's dreadfully dull.

Time to leave. Got to a station near where I'd meet him. Walked around for far too long looking for an open locker for my big suitcase. Found nothing. Ahh, gonna be late if I wait any longer! I stuffed all my other baggage in a smaller locker (two lockers, actually) and took my walking stick and big suitcase to the train for the last few stops. Upon arrival, I exited to meet the creator of a bunch of games I've never played but always been interested in, including but not limited to Moon: An RPG Remix Adventure (or something like that), Chulip, and Little King's Story.

He is known (at least to me) as someone whose games often contain original and intriguing concepts. This is something I strive for when I search for ideas in the great, largely empty and easily distracted ocean that is my mind. Sometimes, though, I think I've hit a real gem, and I will write it down in some fashion, to come back to later.

So, basically, what I'm getting at is I want to be like this guy - taking my (self-labeled) wonderful ideas and creating a (player-labeled) wonderful game. In meeting him, I hoped to get some insight on How He Does It, and start working toward that goal.

I think I damn well succeeded at that. However, out of respect for privacy, I will limit what I say about the conversation...

Granted, a large part of what he told me, I already knew. Stop being lazy and actually do something. Haha, he actually berated me when I said I would. "Will you really?" He knows me already! We talked for two hours! Since what he said was basically true, I couldn't really do anything but laugh. I will work on the laziness.

Another bit of wisdom I already knew (and have actually sort of been working on, I swear!) is to start simple. Copy established games. You don't have to be original until you can actually do originality justice. That's why I've been making pong! And after that, Ijaspy, whose very NAME exudes simplicity! Sort of...

Let's see, what else did he say... Work on one idea at a time; don't spread your personal, limited resources across multiple projects. Think about it every day. Draw in the beginning - don't erase, don't write words, just draw. PRACTICE. Etc. Etc. Etc!

You know, basically the advice you'd give anyone just starting out. But it wasn't just what he said, it was the way he said it. He had stories, and all kinds of shit. A cool dude.

Ah, actually, there is something else I can mention, since it has more to do with me than him! I shared a few of my ideas with him. The first one I wasn't actually that sure about, but I thought the idea was one he would like so I shared it hoping to, I don't know, impress him? Stupid. It was the idea he liked least. It has no focus! That's essentially what he told me. A summary of that idea: you are a werewolf in a small town, and can't control yourself during the full moon, but have to try to hide your identity while human.

The other two ideas I shared, though, he seemed to like a bit more. 1) Messin' about with goo to make tools and weapons. 2) Swinging around an obscenely large hammer to control character movement (or at least to propel the character). He laughed when I explained the pictures I'd drawn! I don't think he was laughing at me. It was a jovial, fun kind of laugh! Anyway, these two ideas had a much bigger focus on interactivity. I think he approved of that. The first idea was just kind of a basic story (which, to be fair, is a crucial part of that idea) and one basic mechanic.

It was nice to get some input from someone who's actually in the industry instead of a bunch of fans of the industry. (That's right. All of you who I share my ideas with are worthless. Eat it!)

Needless to say, it was an extremely enlightening experience (alliteration not intended). I'm kind of in a crossfire of a complete lack of organization and getting ready to move into a new apartment at the moment, but once I get settled again, I hope to start following his advice.

But will I actually do it?

We'll see! I'm back home now, hence the situation. In a week, I move again. Granted, this time I only move to Cincinnati instead of billions of miles away.

Dum dum de dum.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Nervous?

Why should I be nervous about going back home?

Hell if I know. But I am!

It's eerily similar to the feeling I had shortly before leaving home. I wonder if it's just an anxiety for Big Change. I've gotten incredibly used to being in Japan, and now it's time to get over it.

It's strange, though...

I'm going to wait until I'm officially out of Japan and back in my bedroom in quaint, ol' Lebanon, Ohio, Yoo Ess Ayy before I say too much about How I Feel About My Experiences. But... for the past week or so, one thought that's remained quite vigilant, no matter how much logic or philosophy I throw at it, is this: have I really lived in Japan, yet? This thought is disconcerting, in a way, because that was my ultimate goal when I decided to participate in the International Co-op Program.

Ahhhh.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

I'm ready! I'm ready!

The time is swiftly approaching when I will pack my bags and leave the Land of the Rising Sun. I will be returning to a world of everlasting sunset, forever.

Or at least a few years. Hopefully I will be able to return at some point. Perhaps on a walkabout. You can't tell, but I'm waggling my eyebrows quite viciously.

Man I can't wait to get home. I dunno if I can say the same about going back to school, but mostly, sniff sniff, I miss my friends and family. Awrz!

My plans for the remainder of my stay in Japan (about four and a half days now!) consist of...

1) finishing work (2.5 days left!) and then...
2) bowling/drinking Friday night for the last time with my coworkers and hoping I don't have too big a hangover for...
3) going to the Studio Ghibli museum Saturday morning after which I will begin...
4) packing/cleaning Saturday evening, all the while looking forward to...
5) going to Tokyo Sunday morning to meet Yoshiro Kimura, who is totally awesome and responsible for the recent Wii game, Little King's Story, which I look forward to playing as soon as possible once I return to America, which will happen after...
6) getting on the plane home Sunday evening.

a little king flees from a herd of evil cows

Unfortunately, seeing as how Friday is my last day of work, I will no longer have a Japanese cell phone (it is a work phone) on Saturday and Sunday. Normally not a problem for me, but since I'll be Going Places and Meeting People... Cell phones are convenient. Yeah.

P.S., Eric Davies! I still don't know who you are.

BLAST FROM THE PAST pt. 10 (and 11)

I'm pumping all of these old entries out now because I wanted to do it before I left Japan. I just kind of forgot about it until now. OOPS.

I eventually did not ever go back to Shinjuku Gyoen. Oops doubletwice! But that's okay 'cause I went to a million other places. Even before the sakura went away!

I'm sure, now, I have the motivation to continue to fulfill my photographic desires, even outside Japan.

Well, probably.


03/31/09 - SHIT IS PINK, YO

Sakura, eh? Beautiful.

One of the few things I absolutely wanted to see from the very moment I decided I would try to come to Japan. We went to Shinjuku Gyouen (Shinjuku Garden) today for hanami (sakura viewing). It was pretty fucking glorious. I think I'm getting better at picking good angles and framing shots. I took what I think are some pretty damn good pictures today. I think I might go back to the park on my own sometime so I have all the time I want instead of having to stick with the group. Or I can go somewhere else I guess.

Regardless... extremely pretty.

I love Japan. I mean, yes, I could've taken pretty pictures at home, but I don't know if I could have found the motivation without doing something as drastic as Moving To Another Country.

And just because it's the last thing I wrote before I gave up the first time, here's... the last thing I wrote before I gave up the first time!

Nothing particularly interesting. You could say I went out on considerably less than a bang.


04/01/09 - LOW-LIGHTING HURTS

Train surfing... the next big sport. Calling it now.

Edo-Tokyo museum is purdy neet. All the low lighting was hell on the ol' camera, though.

Also Canada is dumb. They signed the wrong line on the Japanese document of surrender during WWII. Good job!

Walked back from Shinjuku in the rain tonight. Was raining pretty hard, too. I haven't done that in a while. I was totally drenched by the time I got back and it was absolutely fantastic.

That is all.

Monday, September 7, 2009

BLAST FROM THE PAST pt. 9

The hope paid off in spades! Although I'm definitely ready to go home, now. The work I'm doing is just... so not enjoyable. Soon, my pretties. Soon, I will be back with you.

No, but really, I'd totally be a space pirate. Shut up. Shut up.


03/30/09 - THERE IS HOPE YET

Today entailed a trip to the Suntory Brewery.

Yep. I still hate beer. That stuff is awful, I don't know how anyone can even pretend to say it tastes good. People are weird. Gimme hard liquor any time of the day.

Then we went to a mountain that we only halfway climbed. Some neat pictures of trees and rocks and a few shrines, but not much else. Sadly, it was too dark to climb to the top and back. Ah well. If I get to stay, somehow, I'll climb Mt. Fuji with everyone else. Probably won't get to stay, but...

On the bright side, meeting with duder from Japan American Foundation tomorrow. Still no word from the higher-ups that duder can hire me, but the possibility exists. WE SHALL SEE.

Not much else to say today, though. Except I want to be a space pirate!! And Hakone maybe next weekend? Might be rough though, since I don't yet know... where I'm going.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Slapstick haters be damned.

If you hate this, you hate life.

On Saturday I went to Nikko. At Nikko I visited two shrines and one temple. (If I recall correctly.)

It was neat. But I'm not sure what I can say about this kind of thing that I haven't said already. Pictures would do wonders here. Maybe I'll dig a bit out tonight.

What few words I can say: we - that is to say Robert, Tyler, and I - had the opportunity to hear the dragon's roar. Or shriek, more like, I suppose. A monk duder hit two blocks of wood together and it echoed. We don't know how it echoed, because the room we were in certainly did not appear to be made for echoes! I guessed maybe some of the things in the room are made to absorb that pitch (it was a rather high pitched noise) and then shoot it back out. But I don't know fizzix, so I was really just pulling it out of my ass.

Maybe dragons are real. O:

And yesterday I went to Akihabara one last time, with Robert. And I bought a ton of crap.

A side note: I wonder how many people secretly despise me because of my abrasive and argumentative nature. What can I say? I love arguing, whether I'm right or wrong, or even whether there's even anything to argue about or not!