A few days ago, someone posted on the Pokemon Nerdfighter forum about the nostalgia older fans have for the original 151 pokemon and the hostility they have towards the newer generations of games. As it got me thinking, I figured I would talk about it here.
I like the old games as much as anyone. And yes, the original pokemon are my favourite, but I do not think that it is fair to automatically disregard the newer games and shows just because it is not what you are used to. Progress is a beautiful thing; and while you may not always enjoy seeing the things of your past change, that is no excuse for the close-minded disdain for fresh ideas.
With that comes some modifiers. I have played at least one of each of the Pokemon game generations. I personally enjoy the newer ones more than the older ones. This is because the technology has gotten so much better. As I said on my comment on the forum, I like the evolution of the technology more than the evolution of the Pokemon. The game mechanics themselves have gotten infinitely better since Red and Blue, but the Pokemon themselves have not.
I feel that the originality and creativity of the original Pokemon is starting to diminish. I take the pre- and post-evolutions to be evidence of this fact. While the concept was new and cool with the second generation, at this point it seems like Nintendo is trying to give every single Pokemon three stages of evolution. I personally liked the fact that some evolved twice, some only once, and others not at all. I liked the variety of the older generations and the obvious creativity that went into developing them. While the new generations still retain that to a degree, the number of genuinely new Pokemon gets smaller with each new iteration.
I also do not appreciate the convoluted nature of the games. With over 600 Pokemon, it is nearly impossible to obtain all of them. You need just about every game and hundreds of hours of free time. I vote that after Black and White, they make a single game in which you can catch every single Pokemon.
I just hope that Nintendo knows when to stop, lest they break the unwritten commandment: Thou shalt not create a Pokemon that has four evolutions. Because if they do, there will be a riot.
PS Sorry I have not been updating regularly, I have been trying to get lots of stuff done, and I want to make each post meaningful, rather than just make a useless post.
Yesterday Laura came up to visit and to see a Jack’s Mannequin and Relient K concert, which was our Fall 2010 concert. At first, I was excited about this concert because I liked Relient K, but upon listening to some of their music in preparation, I realised that I did not like them as much as I had originally thought. So I went to this concert not expecting much simply because it is much more enjoyable when you actually recognise songs.
But I have to say, I had fun. And I have a bone to pick with Truman. If you are going to buy a ticket for a concert, wait in line for about an hour, and then fight your way into the mob of people in front of the stage, what the hell is the point if you are going to just stand there for two hours? Seriously, a handful of friends and I were some of the few people getting into the music. Most of the crowd was singing along, but refused to actually show their interest. It just seemed like a waste of time.
And at first I thought, “It is the beginning of the concert, maybe people will get more lively as it goes on.” WRONG! There were maybe two songs in which the majority of the group started dancing. I just do not understand. If you really like the band enough to be there, then why not get into their music? And if you are only there because it was cheap and you had nothing better to do, then how about you go sit down in the stands? Or, like me, you could still enjoy yourself. I mean come on. I recognised two songs, and one of them was ‘Africa’ by Toto. IT IS NOT EVEN ONE OF THE BANDS’ SONGS!
All in all, I had fun; even if I spent the last half of the concert drifting into sleep. I find it reassuring that I can fall asleep in a concert. It means that I can probably fall asleep just about anywhere.
Filed under Music, Rant, Truman
I understand that I am in university now, and that my professor are going to expect more from me than my teachers in high school did. I have been here for a year, that has been made abundantly clear to me. But at times it seems like my professor lose sight of the big picture. Namely, life outside their classroom.
I bring this up because my HIST 201 (US History and Historiography to 1877) professor assigned 100 pages of reading and note taking to be due Wednesday. This is on top of the ninety pages of philosophy I have for HIST 366 (Sappho and the Greek Archaic Period) and the ten pages for ENG 245 (British Literature: Romanticism to Modernism). I have all of the reading done by this point but that is not, as it happens, the point.
While the reading was all interesting, if I had more than one class today, there is no way that I would have gotten it done without staying up until four in the morning (something I have avoided thus far and would like to continue to avoid). While I do not mind a heavy workload, in reality it keeps me on track, I legitimately think that my History professor believes that his class is the only class that I am enrolled in. This week has been particularly bad, but he routinely assigns about eighty pages of reading from the book and between forty and one hundred pages of articles each week. This would not irk me as much as it does if it was the practice of all of the teachers of HIST 201. But no. The rest of the sections have some book reading each week, and that is all.
I am all for teachers preparing us for the real world and I understand that as much as I wish it was, the world has not reached the stage where everything is universal yet. But as I want to be an archivist, I am not really planning on writing many historiographic essays in my career.
In other news, my other classes are going just fine. I am considering trying to squeeze a Linguistics minor in because I love the intro class so much, Zoology is interesting and we have gotten to the dissections (this week is fish!), my Greek Archaic Period professor is hilarious, and the only thing I am not looking forward to in BritLit is MRs. Dalloway. Because I hate Mrs. Dalloway.
So there you go. A brief update on my life and a much longer post than I was intending. Maybe next year I will have enough self-discipline to participate in NaNoWriMo. But do not hold your breath.
Just putting this out there, I HATE group projects. They basically combine all of the worst things in the world for me. I have to interact with other humans, the majority of which are dumb arses. If i get to pick my own group, that is usually fine, as I just pick my friends and am done with it. But when either the groups are picked for you, or I don’t like any one in the class, then this is literally living hell for me.
Now, I don’t mind projects, except when they involve speaking in front of groups (as this one does); but I do mind when my group consists of two people who are just fine with putting everything off to the last minute. I am just as guilty as the next person when it comes to procrastination, but when something is due in three days, maybe it is time to start working. Just a thought.
But the worst thing is when I am the only one taking the project seriously, and so I end up doing all of the work. I don’t particularly care, but when members of the group tell me that we should probably get together and start the project, and I am already done, it just seems a little unfair. “Ryujin,” you might say, ” just don’t do everything. Make them help, too.” Easier said than done, I’m afraid. I don’t do groups well for the simple reason that other people’s ideas usually sound stupid to me.
Example: For this project, our group was supposed to find a topic related to technological advances through chemistry. When I asked my group members what they wanted to do, both of them said they didn’t care. so I chose a topic that I found interesting. When the time came to write a presentation outline, neither of them knew anything about the topic, so I ended up writing the outline myself. And of course, since I was the only one who had bothered to do any research at all, I ended up putting the presentation together. The only thing that my group partners will have contributed to this project will be their voices as they read off what I have already written.
Sorry for the rant, but honestly that is probably all I am going to use this blog for. So deal with it. Bitch.
Days until Winter Break: 16 (aka Too Damn Many)