One lunatic's love-hate relationship with the Pokémon franchise, and his addled musings on its rights, wrongs, ins and outs. Come one, come all, and indulge my delusions of grandeur as I inflict my opinions on anyone within shouting distance.
What kind of music do you listen to?
I sort of don’t, really. I have a great big iTunes playlist of my favourite video game music (lots from Pokémon, lots from Civ V, lots from Undertale, lots from Homestuck which isn’t a video game but sort of acts like one, quite a bit from Baldur’s Gate and Neverwinter Nights, little bit from Starcraft, little bit from Final Fantasy), but I don’t follow any bands or performers, and to be honest couldn’t even name many, or describe them in terms of genre.
You gonna get Sun or Moon tomorrow?
I am not. Couple of weeks, probably.
If you had to pick your least favorite & favorite starters (Pikachu doesn’t count) which would you pick?
*sigh* Oh, Bulbasaur, I don’t care which regional Pokédex we’re looking at, you’ll always be #001 in my heart…
*ahem*
Totodile, on the other hand, is silly.
My thoughts on these and all the other starters in excruciating detail can be found here (the 5th and 6th generation starters as part of my general reviews of each generation, all the rest as part of a series I did on, well, starter Pokémon).
You need to post more you exist solely to provide entertainment.
Yeah, I probably should.
At the moment I’m sort of sitting the exams that decide whether I get to write a PhD thesis and become a career academic or have to go home to New Zealand and get a real job, so… y’know, no pressure there or anything. And the truth is, even when that’s over it’s probably not going to get better because next year they’re actually putting me 100% honest-to-goodness in charge of a university lecture class for the first time in my life (I’m teaching Roman civilisation) so who even knows how that’s going to go, and then after that I might wind up spending a year in Athens, so I should probably try to fit learning modern Greek in there somewhere…
I think for a lot of people who write or make videos or draw comics or whatever on the internet, there’s sort of a distant but aspirational goal of one day making money off it so you can actually treat it as a job, but for me… well, even if that were an easy thing to do (which it isn’t), what I do in the real world is interesting and important to me, which sort of puts a cap on this blog ever being more than a hobby. Having said that… well, everyone needs a hobby, and I happen to like this one. So I guess what I’m saying is I’ll do my darnedest.
Thoughts on the first presidential debate?
Billy, didn’t your mother ever tell you not to get your political commentary from obscure Pokémon blogs?
I do find US federal politics tremendously amusing, actually. For all its faults, this country knows how to put on a show; I wish New Zealand could sustain this level of spectacle and drama for months at a time. I did a running commentary for my friends on Facebook, which I shall reproduce below:
Continue reading “VikingBoyBilly asks:”So I found a wild Vileplume in my house in Pokemon GO and decided to name it Chris :).
This pleases me. Let it be known that, when Pokémon are named after me (especially Grass Pokémon, and especially ones in the Vileplume line), my spiritual power increases, bringing me closer to eventual domination of the earth. Go now, my minions, and continue to do my dark bidding.
how’d you sleep last night and how do you think you’ll sleep tonight
Um. Fine, I guess? Could be better, could be a lot worse? Probably predicting the same tonight, more or less. Had a bit of a spell earlier this year where I was waking up with back pain a lot but I seem to have that under control. Thanks for asking. I suppose.
Welcome back! How was it?
Okay so
What you have to understand is that archaeology is pain.
You get up at 5:00 am, swing a pickaxe all morning in the Greek summer heat, have intense debates about whether the soil at one end of your trench is a slightly different shade of brown than the soil at the other end, spend an hour or so each day cleaning the dirt to make sure the dirt isn’t dirty, have lunch which is Greek salad every day for a month, wash bits of broken pottery all afternoon, label every last goddamn fragment, have Greek salad again for dinner, get about five and a half hours of sleep, and then do it all over again.
Then at the end you go home and tell everyone it was amazing and you can’t wait to do it again next year, and somehow that’s true.
We’re strange people.
I just want to hug you.
Awww, that’s sweet. I want to hug you too, anonymous grey sphere.
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