The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

The Legend o’ Legend of the Four Switches: Part 8 – Clean Up

We’re going to skip the world intros, since we’ll be jumping round rather erratically & they’re getting ol’. Bootropolis ( revisited ) Music: “Shy Guy’s Toy Box”, Paper Mario Probably should’ve done this back when I did the regular exit, but forgot that its “prize” was so inconsequential. You’ll see what I thought it unlocked […]

Posted in Legend of the Four Switches, My Crimes Gainst Art, Video Games

The Hypocrisy o’ Integral-Class Bigotry

( Note: this post involves some… quite silly thought paths. This is not ’cause I actually take them seriously, but ’cause when you’re showing how illogical certain arguments are, you have to temporarily take them seriously to reveal the contradictory dead ends to which they must lead. ) That’s right, Time: I can make up […]

Posted in Politics

An Ocarina of Time Review in which I Agree with the Conclusion but the Writer Disagrees with the Conclusion

Sometimes the internet is full o’ these delightful absurdities, & I consider it my life duty to register them. A blog named “The Nocturnal Rambler” wrote an article that lists numerous flaws with Ocarina of Time, including 1s I’ve mentioned, such as how terrible Ganondorf’s characterization is, how terrible the overworld map is, how characters […]

Posted in Reviewing Reviews, Video Games

shitty-ass haiku

Mezun wrote this while searching for images related to haiku in the Google Images prefecture. He addressed this to some o’ the poems by young westerners he ran into, who subscribed to the orokaburushitu school o’ haiku that uses minimal imagery & subtlety & usually involves meta commentary ’bout how the writer is just writing […]

Posted in Haiku, Senryu y amigos, Poetry

Sunny Sorrow ( COLGÁME, JOE, COLGÁME, JOE. NO TIENES ESTAR SOLO, JOE )

bee sting heat leaching all water ice bucket bent o’er spilling why bothers When I’m depressed, I think o’ birds nests. That’s not e’en a metaphor. When life gives you limes, squeeze them into fun shapes. Don’t look undercover for the meaning, my friend: look, I’ll give it to you right here. Beach-scuttling crabs — […]

Posted in Poetry