The Mezunian

Spring scents, snow-white cat.

I don’t know how, but some suns ago I ran into this page full o’ haiku & made the mad mistake to try understanding it through Google Translate. The poetry I received touched me in places so touchy that I had to share them. Scaffale: 電信柱（なだらかな緑の山を） Google Translate: Telephone pole (a gentle green mountain) A […]

Warm Up: I probably thought o’ the basic concept ’hind this level—survive a certain ’mount o’ time—before I e’en started this particular version o’ the project; but this particular implementation was made just this day. Other ideas I had were staying on ladders & avoiding Bullet-Bill equivalents; but this one looks much better, & is […]

Apple on a peanut butter— fall winters.

& now for something completely different: a top-down maze level that blatantly rips off Pac-Man, but without the fancy voice clips o’ someone swearing whenever they die. Like Pac-Man, there are 4 antagonists that chase you, in this case eyeballs, ’cause ’twas a convenient graphic I had lying round. They can sort o’ be distinguished […]

Still winter… it don’t taste so bad— burnt popcorn.

There. I said it. Bring on the hate, mannnnnn. “¿What the fuck are ‘HTML5 games’? I don’t want to hear you talk ’bout that shit—go back to talking ’bout Game Boy Advance games & writing Spanish haikus ’bout suicidal moons.” Fuck you, reader. Don’t tell me how I do what I do. Nobody gets to. […]

On the bus: Laughter— Disturbed songs while reading chick lit.

Man, fuck Zed Shaw; you want a true hardcore way to learn Ruby, you gotta read Why’s (Poignant) guide to Ruby: No, I didn’t make this up. & for some reason, somebody linked this as a recommended guide on the official Ruby documentation. The mo’ I learn ’bout Ruby, the mo’ frightened I become.

I can’t believe I forgot to write ’bout Hamtaro: Ham-Ham Heartbreak for my GBA tribute. Now’s the perfect time. Long before that there My Li’l Pony: Friendship is Fatalities1 & those there bronies, Hamtaro was the emasculating franchise for a younger me2, who was ne’er that masculine, anyway. Back when everyone else was bitching ’bout […]