|Flailing about in 68K Assembly||July 20, 2016, 1:04 pm|
Oh wait, there's already a thread for dreams, okay. I thought that would be sort of inane and so only fit for blogs. So I've cannibalized this into something completely different.
So I've been messing around in a Sonic 1 disassembly recently, it's been quite the time. I've actually managed to figure out how to loop things so as to create pauses, so that's been pretty useful for doing the digitized narration as seen in this little video:
In the process though, I've ended up destroying the stage select somehow. Also I made a weird bug where collecting a ring in the special stage causes the player to just up and disappear. It's kind of funny, but I plan to remove the special stages anyway. Over all, despite being really weird having to do things like knowing when to use bra.s or bra.w and when to use jmp, I've had far better success with this than getting visual studio to work (read: more than zero).
|Island of Dolls||May 25, 2016, 6:05 am|
Just today I found out that there's this spooky floating garden in Mexico filled with dolls. They say it all started when a guy by the name of Julián Barrera found the body of some girl that had drowned in the river and, lying near her, a doll. He assumed that hanging the doll from a tree would be the most respectful thing to do for the girl for some reason, and then he did so. Unfortunately for him, that was probably the number one thing he shouldn't have done, as shortly afterwards he started hearing whispers, footsteps, and blood-curdling wails far off in the darkness of the night. So I can only imagine his immediate thought process was probably something of the likes of:
"Hm, this is some creepy shit and it seems to have occurred immediately after hanging up that creepy doll. Maybe if I hang up more creepy dolls that will fix it."
So he spent the next 50 years hanging up freaky dolls to appease this girl's spirit or something. Until the day he died, reportedly in the exact spot the girl's body was found before.
I'm not one to believe in ghosts. So I'm thinking he likely was schizophrenic and, whether he was the one that killed the girl or legitimately just found her body after she drowned in the canal, the incident did something that triggered the blunt of it and the auditory hallucinations started kicking in. It's actually kind of really sad, thinking about it now. The guy's entire life, just desperate attempts to keep the "spirit" at bay, now just some spooky tourist attraction. That's fucked.
So uh... how about this laughably bad video on it I found while googling this place to cheer thing up, then?
|The Hidden Elder God Evil of Goatheads||April 8, 2016, 6:43 pm|
Goatheads. A name that brings both fear and disdain to many a human being that cares to step outside, most notably with bare feet (like a hippy). Or those that ride bikes... so basically just hippies. It is a wretched and wrathful seed, one forged in the image of baphomet himself:
The ungodly creations are infamous for their tendancy to shank the fuck out of whatever crosses them. They are designed to litteraly fucking stab you and stay stuck in you like a parasite, like the fucking T-Virus Las Palagas in a vain hope to spread its corruption a measly 3-5 feet as you flee in pain after its assault. Not even your houses are safe, the goatheads can implant themselves to the bottom of your shoes like chestbursters waiting to strike, and jostle loose inside your house, so now you can get injected with dirty plant horn tetinus in the comfort of your own home.
The icon of sin is not a wall, it is not a towering goliath. The icon of sin is an insidious, cunning foe. One that hides beneath your very feet. The icon of sin is not a mere concept. The icon of sin is real, and it is the goathead.
|Hey everyone's posting their baby's first midi what about me||February 18, 2016, 10:23 am|
I need to know if I should kill myself now or after making a few more.
|Why is it so hard to find good cheese?||December 7, 2015, 6:07 pm|
What's the deal with living in a small town and having poor access to quality cheese? I've been pining for months to create a batch of Tirimisu but lack the required Mascarpone, which no one in the area stocks. Even worse, I'm not sure if I can even order the stuff for a decent price due to the fact that it is somewhat a form of cream cheese, and in turn needs to be refrigerated. My only option is to make it myself from scratch, and that'll be a real bitch having to boil the water for the exact proper amount of time.
I think it's because the people here are very, very white. But not the white that is convenient to my cheese-related goals, rather the "eat hamburger helper every night" white. They don't even stock a decent amount of pasta at the local grocer.
I don't even know.
|Religious Spam Folder||December 3, 2015, 11:19 am|
My spam folder is filled entirely with Christian and hymn-related message titles. I find this very strange, is this the way it things are nowadays?
How about you, have you seen the lord in your dumpster?