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Reflections and Invocation [Dec. 2nd, 2009|03:34 pm]
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"Jesus walked by the Sea of Galilee, went up on the mountain, and sat down there. Great crowds came to him, having with them the lame, the blind, the deformed, the mute, and many others. They placed them at his feet, and he cured them. "

- Matthew 15:29-30
New American Bible

The above was the gospel reading at mass today, and it touched me to the quick. Father's homily then centered on how it is the infirm who typically flock towards Jesus, and how when we are healthy or well off, that is when the temptation to think, "I do not need God" is greatest. I know this well. Many times I have had to remind myself that my light is not my own, and though I may sometimes feel I need nothing more, then that may be the best time to remember that I am nothing.

I am in need of healing too. When I am slow to love my neighbor and help those in need, I am lame. When I refuse to see the truth, I am blind. When sin distorts the image of Christ in my actions, my life, and in my soul, I am deformed. When I am silent when I ought to speak out against gross error, against injustice and evil, I am mute.

All I can do is bring all of myself to His feet, at the foot of the Cross. As Catholics, we have no pretensions about our own sinfulness and weaknesses, that we stumble-- repeatedly-- before we get it right. If we get it right at all. Those who are healthy have no need of a physician. The rest of us need a saviour to cure us, to make us whole. Sometimes the way looks hard and times look grim, but all we can go on is the promise that He would ever remain with His Church and never allow it to be destroyed. Even at the hands of its own members.

Something I'd wanted to share from last week: we were at my parents' place for Thanksgiving, and they were watching Hannity on Fox News (thank goodness I don't have tv or cable at home). It was a special episode though, dubbed 'Beyond Belief', and it talked about a bunch of interesting stuff like the Illuminati, the blood miracle of St. Januarius, and exorcisms. What was of great interest to me however was the featurette on Santa Muerte of Mexico.

I had not even heard of any of this before watching that episode. In some ways, it wasn't much of a surprise that this sort of thing was going on in one of the most chaotic areas of the world; even the idea of a patron 'saint' for drug smugglers, dealers, and other violent sorts wasn't new to me. In other ways, it was quite an eye-opener, something so specific, a name and a face (of sorts) given to the phenomenon. It's somewhat rare to see the face of the enemy so brazenly on display.

At any given moment my brain is given to freeform association, so I apologized to my dear wife-to-be for shifting into mystical thought partway as I watched the show. It occurs to me that this Santa Muerte is nothing more (or less) than a holdover from the ancient Aztec pantheon, refusing to vanish completely without a fight. Wikipedia mentions as much about the MesoAmerican association after a skim, but it was a stark realization for me at the time.

I was gratified immediately after however to remember another factoid, one I deeply cherish. It has been almost five hundred years since the Aztec civilization was destroyed and since the apparitions that gave the Blessed Virgin Mary a new title: 'Our Lady of Guadalupe'.

'Guadalupe' means 'crusher of the stone serpent'.

The nightmare scale of ritual human sacrifice in the Aztec temples was destroyed, and over six million Aztec Indians were converted. The fight in Mexico goes on, but the battle over Guadalupe is decided, and the war is already won. May Mary watch over us in our fight here.

My best friend's wedding is on the twelfth of December, the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe. This is no coincidence, and I will make sure to mention as much in my best man speech.

Our Lady of Guadalupe, intercessor of the unborn, pray for us.

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Amadeomon Has Digivolved to AMERICAMADEOMON [Nov. 24th, 2009|02:52 pm]
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And Here We Have a Bunch of Americans )

More immediately, my citizenship meant that I needed to go to Chicago-- again-- yesterday and apply for an expedited passport in person. Last month or so, I made the four-hour journey for my citizenship interview. Yesterday, I confirmed that I still hate large metropolitan cities.



Why apply for a passport? Because I am going to the Philippines-- again-- on December 7. The notice for me and my brother's oath-taking ceremony (which was scheduled separately, but which we managed to take simultaneously, praise God) came at rather short notice (like, within the week). We managed to get the day off through the kindness of our superiors, but for a couple of days I was presented with the rather hairy dilemma of choosing to either 1) become an American citizen and have to go through the bother of obtaining a passport fast, or 2) delay my citizenship so I can travel as planned, but risk the annoyance of the American naturalization system, which has a reputation for being somewhat fickle.

I made my decision on Friday.

The good news I found after the fact was that I did not need to apply for a Philippine visa as I had realized and feared last week. We wondered for a while about a legal ambiguity wherein the Philippines still recognizes me as a dual citizen although the US doesn't (thus eliminating the need for a foreigner visa to the Phils at least), but then the question became moot when I learned that I did not need a visa for trips under twenty-one days. Perfect! I'll only be there for seven days or less, depending on arrival-departure and dateline reckonings.

And as far as the whole Phil-Am thing goes, my dear wife-to-be urges me to seek out legal dual-citizenship in an American context if it exists; she has this odd fixation on having our future hybrid mutant children. :D

Anyway, the trip stuff's all taken care of now, and I don't even have to worry about getting the oath-taking notice and ceremony while I'm away-- something that's happened to prospective Americans in quite a few horror stories. I am returning to the birthplace of my fathers one more time to attend my best friend's wedding as his best man. I really, really hate to be so far away from my fiancee for seven days, even more that one of those days is my birthday, and it's a little gnawing that the cost of travel was carved out of funds that could have gone to our wedding war chest, but a promise is a promise.

It's oddly appropriate and symmetrical though-- last year, I went to celebrate death. This year, I return to celebrate life.

Still, for a guy who likes to stay in one place for as long as possible, I sure do travel a lot. Almost as soon as I return, I go to Texas with my family for Christmas. Irony makes philosophers of us all.

God love you and God bless!

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My Email Asks Me If I Like Elf-Woman [Oct. 26th, 2009|12:31 pm]
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[the knight rests |mah good chair]
[the knight's heart |hifalutin]
[the knight hears |Foo Fighters-- Halo]

One of the reasons I've held my peace on this journal for so long is the all-too-keen awareness that it's not really a diary in as much as it is a public forum, and I try not to speak on a public forum unless I actually have something interesting to say. Added to the knowledge that the people I associate with tend to have a very specific range of interests indeed, the result is my choosing to just keep to myself for now the personally important but admittedly mundane business of building a marriage.

Well, I could wax poetic about what is to me an exciting engagement, as well as a very riveting religious regimen, but given the volumes I could easily fill my friends' FLists with, I decided to spare everyone for now. :V

Logistically, it's not looking good for me on the pop culture front; of the last few batches of nonessential purchases I've made, the overwhelming bulk was made up of history and historical commentary books (SHOCKING!). Muramasa was the only game I bought this year, and I didn't even play that, leaving it for my brother to finish while I messed around with Einhander, Geometry Wars, Team Fortress 2, and Rock Band 2.

Fortunately I've bought some DVDs instead, plus my youngest brother has been pirating movies like a crosseyed Hong Kong Chinaman selling to the Philippines, thus freeing me from legal culpability, as well as providing me with provender for pithy pulp perspectives!

Alliteration is fun.

Ponyo )

Coraline )

X-Men Origins: Wolverine )

Drag Me To Hell )

Monsters vs. Aliens )

I started making this post at eleven o'clock am. It is now just a little past four in the afternoon. Chee, I'm thinking and moving in slow motion today. Must be the three-day, twelve-hour weekend I just got through. Sooooooo tired. I hope these ramblings find you in better spirits. XD

God bless~

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Star Trope, Up Ours [Jun. 3rd, 2009|12:04 pm]
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Events after my youngest brother's wedding have been a blur of depressurization and the whirlwind descent of the preparations for my own nuptials in The-Year-Of-Our-Lord-Two-Thousand-And-Ten. Can there be such a thing as preparations for the preparations to a wedding? It's looking more and more like this is the regular run of things when speaking of the impending merger of two people and two families. How can people have more than one of these things? It boggles the mind.

As usual, in the face of enormously important things looming over the horizon, I have chosen to break my silence by speaking of enormously unimportant things-- specifically, my opinions on movies professionals are paid to have opinions about.

Star Trek! Pixar's Up! Spoilers inside YOU don't have to pay for! )

These two movies amount to my total expenditures for media-based entertainment in forever. Has it really been more than a year since I last bought a videogame for myself? The times, they are a-changin'. More on this when I return.

God bless!



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'Seeing' Of Course Meaning 'To Behold With One's Own Eyes' And Not The Modern 'Meeting Socially' [Apr. 27th, 2009|10:46 am]
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"I could never mix in the common murmur of that rising generation against monogamy, because no restriction on sex seemed so odd and unexpected as sex itself. To be allowed, like Endymion, to make love to the moon and then to complain that Jupiter kept his own moons in a harem seemed to me (bred on fairy tales like Endymion's) a vulgar anti-climax. Keeping to one woman is a small price for so much as seeing one woman. To complain that I could only be married once was like complaining that I had only been born once. It was incommensurate with the terrible excitement of which one was talking. It showed, not an exaggerated sensibility to sex, but a curious insensibility to it."

- G.K. Chesterton,
Orthodoxy

MAN, I love this guy. As a bonus, the more and more I read him, the more and more I see how he has influenced Neil Gaiman himself to the point where I now recognize that one of Gaiman's more beloved characters is essentially Chesterton.

How oddly their paths have diverged since this meeting of minds.
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Easter Feaster [Apr. 22nd, 2009|01:32 pm]
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The weekend is gone, but not its effects! Man, what a three days. Not even working two twelve-hour days back-to-back can seem to dampen it. As it is not within my power to have my friends live those days with me and thus share my joy, I will instead report on some of the highlights!

Friday! )

Saturday! )

Sunday! )

And there you have it, Best Weekend Ever, topping what already seems to be an obscenely long series of Best Weekends Ever.

I'm going to play Team Fortress 2 now. I didn't get to play any over the long weekend, but I really wouldn't have it any other way.

Godspeed! X3

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Pocket Theology [Apr. 15th, 2009|07:40 pm]
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Bought at a price. )

I walk about life nowadays with the air of someone who has been given a great gift and responsibility, but unsure whether he can live up to it.

Trials and tribulations have a way of forcing one to shed the immaterial things in life and forces one to change perspective and hang on to what really matters, if only as a way to make it through; it becomes possible to be satisfied, or even happy with less. In an almost inverse manner, great blessing and great fortune have a way of making those with grateful hearts keenly aware of how undeserving they are of such gifts, especially in the midst of what seems to be so much misery and suffering. Certain children think nothing of being given something they have dreamed of all their lives; certain others, upon receiving, immediately think, "Oh, darn it, now I'm expected to live up to this. Now I have to earn what I have been freely given."

But a gift freely given, by definition, can never be earned. When presented with a happiness the heart cannot contain, it can either blanch and retreat, try to take in too much at once and burst, or float along idly, satisfied only with what it can hold... but it can also expand.

I'm... I'm trying to expand. Sometimes despite myself. I have been given great gifts, and I'm finding that this means I must unclench my fingers to receive them, must let go of the things of this world that I have held on to for so long, and which are really just so much dust in comparison.

I can't do it on my own. But I'm not alone anymore. And that's another gift I have to live up to for the rest of my life.

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Giants of a Generation and a Mental Midget [Apr. 7th, 2009|09:47 pm]
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So, in the past few months I've had the singular pleasure of reading C.S. Lewis's The Screwtape Letters, Mere Christianity, and The Great Divorce. Somewhere before the last two, I also had the great blessing of getting to read G.K. Chesterton's masterpiece, The Everlasting Man. It was at this point that I pondered J.R.R. Tolkien and wondered whether you had to be an englishman to get cool first name initials like that.

Next, I made the inimitable blunder of thinking in the following manner:

"Wow, Chesterton is such a thinking heavyweight! Good thing I have Lewis for lighter, folksier fare."

And C.S. Lewis's sainted soul, apparently ill-disposed to suffer such a misapprehension as I was laboring under, was all like, 'o rly?'. I shortly came upon his book Miracles, and was driven to blushing, if I were of the complexion to blush. It was like being punched in the head with clear thinking.

Chesterton and Lewis aren't theologians in the strict sense, but their musings make my own reflections seem like just so much desperate grasping, reaching, as with little raccoon fingers.




This is gonna be a huge week. Godspeed!

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Russian Wrestling Is Always Number One!! [Mar. 13th, 2009|07:57 pm]
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[the knight rests |mosh pit, baby]
[the knight hears |Foo Fighters - DOA]

I enjoy a lot of things by proxy. This is particularly true for things I can't be bothered to do, watch, or play, but I appreciate it by virtue of someone else enjoying it. Take, for instance, my brothers and the videogames they play; just watching them go through a game is usually enough for me.

Currently, my brother has been mastering the very character I thought I would regularly use in Street Fighter 4, Zangief. You see, the analog stick isn't very kind to his preferred character Ryu, and consistently conspire to corrupt his commands, especially during online play, which just drives him up the wall. He's since moved on to the more responsive Russian bear-hugger, and his track record's steadily improved for it. In fact, he's much better at using Zangief now than I am (which isn't surprising-- I must have played about an hour of the game in the past two, three weeks).

I can't say I particularly mind-- Zangief is absolutely fricking hilarious whenever he pulls off any of his throw moves, no matter who uses him.

Right now, I'm 'playing' Rock Band 2 by putting it on No Fail mode, using the controller to get the microphone interface-- the most unobtrusive one-- and then going to the tour gigs that let you make setlists. Now I can sit back and watch 'music videos' where my band characters cavort about the screen, and I don't have to play at all.

AWESOME!

Now for some way to record this shizzle. I pray part three has some way for you to control the behaviour algorithms for the avatars.

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CARTOONS CARTOONS OH LAWD CARTOONS [Mar. 4th, 2009|08:18 pm]
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[the knight rests |NOT on my frickin feet anymore, praise the Lord]
[the knight hears |Foo Fighters - The Pretender]

HAY GUYZ

THIS



HAS A SUPERIOR CHARACTER DESIGN TO

THIS



SHOCKING BUT TRUE!


Okay, not that shocking olol. More when I talk about Kung Fu Panda soon! Or not!

I'm actually way tireder than I sound; another twelve-hour workday, yes, but at least I didn't have the damnable leather steel-toes that made me want to die by the tenth hour. My feet are apparently powerful pleasure centers or the focal point for an all-consuming desire for self-annihilation.

I was off three days prior to this, but, man, WHAT a three days! Sunday, I took off on vacation to join [info]allisino as her sponsor on her RCIA journey. We were at a beautiful Rite of Sending at our own parish before we all met up again as a group at a cathedral to meet the bishop. Only the unbaptized catechumens got to shake his hand though, and along with the unbaptized also getting to sign the Book of the Elect, we both half-wished we were unbaptized too lol. But not quite, heh.

Monday was spent running errands and preparing for my awesome mother's awesome birthday, which was had by all yesterday, and we gave her the laptop she'd always wanted. Woohoo! Now she's not the only one of her sisters who doesn't have one! Seriously, she was determined to go out that night and buy one for herself if we hadn't pulled out our surprise gift. And now I find out [info]spacemantis bought himself the exact same laptop, down to brand and model in the pretense of it being a completely wacky and uncanny coincidence of some kind. REALLY, SIR. If you were a fan of my totally awesome mom, you could have just said so, instead of going through all this stalker nonsense! HUMPH AND HARRUMPH

Oh, and there was also some major DRAMA going down through all three days, but unfortunately not anything I am at liberty to discuss, I don't think. Suffice it to say, it does not involve me and ma belle, at least not directly, but a different couple in close proximity. I've been praying for them intensely recently, but darned if sometimes it doesn't seem like anyone's listening!

In closing, something very interesting I learned over Sunday with a man who is fast-becoming my favoritest EVER priest; mom had given up coffee for Lent, and after the Rite of the Elect, wouldn't you know it, they were serving coffee and cookies! So she was looking around for tea when Father Randy asked her what she was looking for. She told him, and explained that she had given up coffee for Lent.

He was all like, "Oh, no, no, you can have whatever you gave up for Lent on Sundays."

And we were all like, "O RLY"

Basically, he explained that Sundays on Lent, and indeed, every Sunday of the year is a feast in commemoration and celebration of the Resurrection, and so fasts are not normally exercised on that day. I observed that this made sense, as I learned some time ago (and have been trying to practice) the parallel habit of keeping Fridays holy by fasting a bit and engaging in some abstinences and mortifications in memory of the real Good Friday throughout the year. And mom had been joking earlier too about Sundays having special dispensation from fasts because of its relationship to Easter. She was right without knowing it! So she got to guzzle coffee, and Allie got to gorge herself on a chocolate chunk cookie while all I could do was watch because there wasn't any Coke in the area. HARRUMPH. At least Allie looked absolutely ecstatic eating that cookie-- I don't think any pastry was ever as happily consumed as that one was.

At least I can look forward to this Sunday, when I can hop on Team Fortress 2 and people will be all like, "Cobbly Wobbles! Where have you been?" and I'll be all like, "Oh, I gave TF2 up for Lent." and they'd be all like, "But it's still Lent!" and I'd be all like, "Yeah, but I get to lift my fast during mini-Easter."

The obvious contradiction in this story of course is that nobody will greet me when I come back to my regular server, but instead the usual carnage will progress unimpeded, and people will take turns peppering me with buckshot or caving my skull in with blunt instruments. I would have it no other way, really.

Godspeed!

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Anyone Keeping Track of My Heads Batted In? BONK [Feb. 25th, 2009|02:57 pm]
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Life, while not idyllic, is wonderful. Twelve hours on my feet makes me tired and weak, but I have more days off now. [info]allisino has been downsized from her employment, but that just means we get a little more time together before she finds another assignment. A number of family and friends are experiencing infirmities of health and spirit, but I can pray for them, and not alone this time, as ma belle has been my spiritual partner for almost as long as she's been my romantic one now. \(ºwº)/

I cooked goulash for the first time for her and my brother last week, and nothing bad happened to any of us! So yay! Mads: 15 - Food Poisoning: 0!

My brother got Street Fighter 4 for the PS3 a few days ago, and I still suck at fighting games. Mostly it's because I can't be stuffed to spend the time necessary to be good at anything on a videogame (the next iteration of which will have an almost completely different learning curve altogether for itself anyway), but also because I tend to pick lower tier characters whom I feel deserve a little more love, thus ensuring that I can't train on the stronger ones more, while becoming only moderately competent on the weaker ones who can't do much against the stronger ones anyway.

Come to think of it, that's not entirely accurate; for Street Fighter 4, and the series in general, I've always favored M. Bison (or Vega, whatever translation you're working with), and he's a pretty decent hitter, even when not in Boss mode. I've taken a liking to Zangief too, especially now that I can actually get his special throws with the analog stick.

On the whole, I have some hope of actually learning this game to some level of respectable skill, if only because the aesthetic does not appeal to me at all. For instance, my brother observed that while the faces on the females seem okay, their in-game models' hands are hilariously bigger than their faces. I suppose it's better than their tatas each being bigger than their heads? I honestly don't know. Anyway, what this means is that I can focus on playing better as long as I am not distracted by the graphics, unlike when I played... well... pretty much every sprite fighter I've ever played.

In fact, that's the primary manner I've derived entertainment from arcades as a youth; just roam around for hours watching people play. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that we were too poor in the Philippines to be constantly feeding money to the slots. Every time I did, I'd get my buttocks handed to me anyway.

The Team Fortress 2 Scout Update is out! Woohoo! Which is great timing, because I'm giving up Team Fortress, Street Fighter, and all other videogames for Lent anyway! WHAT A TWEEST!

Yep, for the next forty days, it will be no games, plenty of study, and eating and sleeping right, with plenty of exercise. Then I might even get to think about offering penances too! AWESOOOOOME lol

Godspeed! ¯\(ºwo)/¯

P.S. By the way, Capcom, what the hell is UP with Crimson Viper's character design? I can dig the business suit look, but please-- either lose the tie, or button up your shirt, girl; the having-it-both-ways thing does not work, and is only hypnotic in the way one might be unable to help but look at someone in public who appears to have forgotten how to dress themselves properly. All in all, her appearance seems to be another concoction of creativity by committee, a phenomenon I have seen entirely too much of lately. More on that when I get to talk about Kung Fu Panda! Adieu!

P.S.S. And her shirt's way too short too! Man!

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Christmas Post By The Token Catholic [Dec. 24th, 2008|02:27 pm]
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This holiday season had me running around so much, it would have been funny had it not been for the snow, slush and ice that interspersed the December days. Instead, it was hilarious.

I just finished my amazing gift-wrapping extravaganza, but I must needs keep this brief still.

In my running around grabbing material expressions of my love for friends and family, I had time to reflect somewhat on the nature of the luxuries I can afford to indulge in for myself and others. It would seem that as all these recreational or 'time-saving' devices proliferate, perhaps we are in danger of losing sight as to what we are saving time for. It is no secret that there exists a prevalent notion (and even some statistic/scientific studies that confirm it) that the more we have things that make things like communication easier and faster, the more we actually lose touch with each other. Perhaps it's not as universal a phenomenon as it may seem to be (thank God), but it cannot be denied that for every niche of time we have available, there is something that offers to fill it for us, whether it be easy access to music, blogging, quick entertainment, or even organizing that same slice of an hour into a neat category in one's scheduling PDA. The temptation to succumb can be strong.

Forgive me, I'm probably not as coherent as I'd like to be, but remember, these were contemplations made in the middle of the Yuletide mob season, in near-blizzard conditions.

I suppose what I'm really trying to get at is the irony I personally perceive in trying to reconcile our 'modern' life, and how it was supposed to improve upon every aspect of the 'classical' model. We are surrounded by technology that promised us that they would make life easier for us (and in some ways, they have), and promised us that they'd give us more time for our families and other things that matter (and in some ways, they have), but when was the last time you thought, man, thank goodness emailing people instead of writing them an actual letter saved me enough time to stop and look and smell this flower.

The actual trouble though, is of course not in the devices themselves, but in an attitude wherein these things are taken as ends in themselves. When leisure activities are pursued for their own sake, and not as something to help prepare us for the next thing we have to be doing, then something is wrong.

In other words, the timeless principle; freedom is not about getting to do anything we want to do, but the ability to do the things we ought to do. When we are enslaved to objects, we have less freedom to devote to love subjects-- that is, other people.

Anyway, on the 26th, I will be flying off to Missouri, kidnapped to attend my godmother's wedding, and taken away from Allie. BOOHOO!! At least I will make sure to spend New Year's Eve with her, thus breaking a five-year Loser Streak.

In the meantime, these present two days provide me opportunity to reflect (more properly) on the fact that, if Jesus is God, and Jesus was born at this time two thousand (plus or minus change) years ago, then an infinite and timeless God had deigned to reduce Himself to a single point in time, and that by itself is staggering enough in its implications even without the rest of the story (i.e., the Primary Purpose and Ultimate End of His mission, and how the story culminated [or, if you want to look at it like we do, began-- linear time is seldom a hindrance to theological reckoning]).

Also, [info]allisino just corrected my use of recurring parentheses (and my spelling of plural parenthesis), which is indescribably awesome.

So, you guys,

Merry Christmas!

And may you all be blessed today and every day! X3

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Valkyria Histrionicles [Dec. 12th, 2008|12:37 pm]
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[the knight hears |Kenichiro Fukui (Einhander Soundtrack)-- Assault]

Alright, I'll admit it-- I bought Valkyria Chronicles because some of the female characters seemed interesting to me. This interest was not enough to make me actually play the game, much to my own surprise. My initial gravitation towards the game seemed habitual more than anything, vestigial almost. True, the game has its weaknesses, but I used to be able to suffer through much more just to get to know some new and fascinating specimens of fictional femininity. However, in this case, not only am I not interested in Valkyria's offerings, but I am increasingly disinterested in seeking out or awaiting any other conceivable newcomer from any other angle.

There just doesn't seem to be any point anymore. You know of what I speak. I used to pursue. Now I have no need to pursue anything. At least in that department. True, I still enthusiastically create female characters hither and yon, but I think of them more as daughters than wishes, really.

Please don't bring up the matter of the attires I pick and choose for them. :|

Valkyria Chronicles is going to a different interested party, and may he derive the joy from it that is now happily lost on me.

In the meantime, my impressions from four missions + what I saw from m'amour's landlord's playthroughs; lol, war.

In a nutshell, there's no problem at all with its cartoony, pastel-colored aesthetic; that was a selling point for Advance Wars, and it works here too. The art style is clean and pleasant, technically robust, coherent, and conveys most of what it needs to (although I do have a personal little twitch about the main girl character's ribbon-headdress type thing that they couldn't help but add to what was already a fine design (interestingly enough, there is a character who wears pigtails, of all things, but I somehow do not have a problem with this, and am, in fact, rather amused by it)).

Now if only what it conveyed was any good. Don't get me wrong, I was weaned on many stories similar to what Valkyria seems to be trying to tell, but it is precisely because this sort is so much associated with my childhood that I am trying to get away from it. The trouble isn't so much in subject matter as it is in scale: they have an overly simplistic vision of war that works in the more abstract, chessboard approach of Advance Wars, but falls flat when you get to the trenches of Valkyria.

I can't speak to how it plays gamewise, or tactically; I only have impressions and preferences. Take this as coming from someone who played through Final Fantasy Tactics over six times, but lost interest in Disgaea after like, thirty minutes.

Advance Wars at least shows you units being blown away by the platoon, and little icons that explode, leaving no trace; you can imagine for yourself what actually happened in each individual skirmish if you're the sort. Valkyria leaves almost no room for the imagination, as it shows you exactly what transpires step-by-step, and that pretty much kills whatever proper spirit of war they were trying to capture. Or maybe they weren't trying to capture it, I dunno; all I know is that they might as well have made a story that had some concession to a 'bloodless' war of some sort, like in the old Lazer Tag cartoons, and I'm sure the story wouldn't have been hurt any. Well... except maybe where [SPOILER DELETED] dies.

And even then, me, [info]allisino and her landlord just kind of laughed, as horrible as it may seem. "Bummer," he says, followed by a spoiler for some of you, "now who's going to drive my tank?"

It's just too animu, complete with lol Empire, lol Resistance, lol tsundere, lol racism, lol disturbingly convenient superweapons ("Oh, by the way, we have a special tank in the barn!"). If you're going to play with war, at least take it seriously! Or something.

Srsly though, I'm getting kind of tired of the 'war happens only for materialistic and economic reasons' bull already. Just say that the Empire wants to conquer the world and be done with it. At least the Black Hole Army never pretended otherwise.

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I Think A Valuable Lesson Can Be Learned Here [Dec. 9th, 2008|06:45 pm]
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Okay, so I have a proud and vain streak that I have not entirely killed off yet. This undesirable side of me often has occasion to manifest, particularly on dates like my birthday.

I never used to be much of a birthday celebrant; back when I became old enough to be self-aware enough to pretend to modesty by downplaying myself, birthdays seemed to be an unnecessary way to draw unwanted attention to oneself. Over the years, I've changed my attitude, and they've been occasions of great thanks and gratitude for me since, aside from an ooportunity to subvert the cliche of people not wanting to count years gained any more after 25 (I'm 26 now, haha, noobs!).

Anyway, I took a day off from work for today, and I had everything planned out-- I was gonna rent my dream car for a day-- a Dodge Charger-- take my girl out for dinner, get a lot of minor errands done in the morning, and basically awesome up the town. Dressed up for the part too, with good shirt, tie, leather, the whole shebang.

On my drive this morning, I found that a massive snowstorm had settled upon the state.

I did my best to follow through with all my plans despite the weather, but it proved more draining than I foresaw, that coupled with my lack of sleep got me really tired by a bit after midday. I got a little over half of everything I intended to do done, but I decided to let it go after that.

The moment I let go, relaxed, and just loosened up, things improved greatly. I took of my tie and my stuffy shirt, and just spent a couple hours of the afternoon playing Team Fortress 2 like I secretly wanted to do all day. I am now at [info]allisino's place, about to enjoy another sublime homecooked meal from her hands, and basically lounge about in the warmth of her living room while the weather remains frightful outside.

It's the simple things that make life beautiful. Life continues to awesome me out at twenty-six, and I fervently hope for more. God bless. X3

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THANKS FOR NOTHING [Nov. 5th, 2008|11:13 am]
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Well, now you've gone and done it! I pour my heart out to you guys, and still Obama gets elected!!? THAT'S IT, I'M MOVING TO GOOD, TRADITIONAL VALUES COUNTRY-- LIKE CANADA!!









lol j/k

Srsly though, congratulations on making history, all my American friends! You may not believe it, but I'm optimistic about the future, and, in addition, I haven't been this excited about a change in leaders in my life, looks like I got here just in time. I don't have to be excited much to be more excited than 0%, but still!

True, this turning point will make certain aspects of my struggle from here on in conceivably a little more fraught with obstacles, but nobody ever promised me it would be easy, I never expected it, and goodness, on some level, I probably don't even want it to be easy, God help me.

Anyway, at the very least, the explosion of cheers and celebration on my FList is a damned sight better than what I witnessed four years ago, when Bush got that second term (HAHAHAHAHAHA, SRSLY, YOU GUYS, WTF, THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM, EH?), and everyone I knew here acted like their favorite dog had just been shot.

Some of you have some truly excellent points I would like to address, one and all in my last post and subsequent flurry of comments, but I will leave you today to enjoy the flush of victory without my interference. Besides, my fast officially ended yesterday, and I can now drink soda and play Team Fortress 2 again.

So look like we're all having good times right now!

I hope to be able to apply for citizenship this year, and join you. I love you all! God bless America!

link14 had faith|say a prayer

Too Tired and Lazy Yesterday [Nov. 3rd, 2008|10:57 am]
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Just when I thought I was an unstoppable juggernaut of reasoning, [info]kouaidou posed me a question that stopped me dead in my tracks; namely, an inquiry as to whether or not I cared about particular laws as opposed to a more general, abstract approach to morality. Ironically, I was previously not fazed by the pointed, issue-intensive questions as much as I was by this simple, context-setting point of clarification. I had to stop the soapbox train for a good while to ponder it, too.

As I took it, essentially, in its simplest form, the question actually asks of me: what do I hope to accomplish by doing or saying anything? I'm no judge, I'm no lawyer, I'm no lobbyist, journalist, political blogger, political militant, not even any great logical thinker or charismatic speaker-- I'm a nine-to-five immigrant factory worker who can't vote.

And even if I could, it does not much improve the odds of my perceptibly making any difference; in this, my awakening into the strange realm of political activism, I am put in the very awkward position where the candidate I most like has adopted a position I can in no way support or condone, and the candidate that stands in opposition to him is the one whose campaign and party is, by all appearances, self-destructing.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Rock and a hard place.

So on the particular level, what do I hope to accomplish? I'm not out to convince anyone (although that would be nice). Noob that I am, I'm not out to educate anyone (although that would be nice). I'm not out to change anyone's vote one way or the other either (although that would be nice too).

I thought about it, and I remembered that saying anything at all is rarely ever simply for the sake of saying anything at all; every act is given meaning in light of the world view one has adopted, how convinced one is that it is true, and what one can do within one's power to bring that truth to as many as one possibly can.

I am breaking radio silence to give witness to what I know and hold firm to be true and good. In all honesty, whoever wins after this election doesn't matter to me one whit or a tittle. What matters is that it is through this election that I became aware of the very least thing that which I must stand for. Though it may be that the results of this election will greatly impact the face and nature of the fight to come for many, many years to come, for myself personally, whoever wins, the battle has only just begun.

A journey through thought, in bullet points. )

I have to run to work, and as such, this will be a very messy end, but then we are faced with the truth of very messy ends today; 48,000,000 messy ends' worth, and climbing.

Someone has to defend those that cannot defend themselves. Women and children first. Previability is a term forged of cowardice, and makes my hackles rise. The day that mothers will not take care of children simply for the reason that children depend on them, is the day that something terribly wrong has happened in the world.

It is possible to love both the mother and the child. Birth and adoption is the only real choice. It is the loving choice. And it is there. And for some reason so many don't even know it.

God bless.

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Pentagogue [Oct. 21st, 2008|11:32 am]
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[the knight rests |here!]
[the knight hears |sweet sound of silence]

I'm sorry for being scarce and silent over the weekend; while I am off the wonky schedule once again, as my boss of bosses put me back doing what I'd been doing until further notice and do have my Saturdays and Sundays freed up again, I've been afflicted with disease, physically, and, in some measure, spiritually.

I'm somewhat better now, but kind of weak and lethargic still, which I usually owe to the weather at around this time. I am infinitely blessed and eternally grateful that not only can I look at suffering in a different light now, but that I also have someone now to warm both body and soul this fall and winter.

*cough*[info]allisino*cough*

Which brings me to why I'm stirring from my funk to stir things up around my journal here. It has now been five years to the day since I first stepped off that plane and onto the soil of the land of opportunity, and boy, have I been given opportunity in spades, both for the good and the not-so-good. Five years is both a short and a long time, and, in many ways, while I am nowhere near the same man from the Philippines, in many other ways still, I am truer to my real self now than ever before at any point in time. Or at least I'd like to think so. I'm making room for growth here too.

A Knights of Columbus field agent spoke with me last week about life insurance, and it's made me reassess the value of my assets to date; in essence, despite some very real financial woes, and some degree of living only barely within my means, I am living like a king compared to what I could have gotten had I stayed in my motherland. Not just materially either. I lost a relationship, but found the love of my life. I met a great girl in the process too! (I can only joke like this because the Alliesaurus is attending RCIA (Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults) classes, and, with prayers and luck, will be a card-carrying Catholic like me come Easter! (at least, I think I can joke like this-- if not, then AAAAAAA I'M SOOOORRRRYYYYY!)).

Where was I? Oh, yeah-- it's very tempting to be complacent then, and just lie back to wallow in my relative comfort considering all that could have been for the worse... but to whom much is given, much is expected. As some may have already noticed I've been feeling.

[info]allisino remarked last week or so that it was good that she saw me so often since we've met because she'd been stalking my journal's past entries since then too, and the firsthand contact has given her better insight and an easier time reconciling the apparent worlds of difference between my Livejournal self from just last year to the internet Mads of the now. I thought, oh, that's right, she has a backstage pass, so she gets to see exactly what's what... but what about those with whom I only really ever interact with on an infrequent, online basis?

I really, really, sorely wish I could go back to being the sort who would blog about the Filipino restaurant I found just outside of work just three weeks ago, even though they'd already been in operation for about as many months. As it is, until early November at least, to people who have known me for years through my journal, it probably looks like I'd suddenly grown two heads.

God bless~

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Lolitics '08 [Oct. 9th, 2008|11:33 pm]
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I am now officially back working on the floor on the packaging machines after a full year plus change on office duty. It is work that makes me bone-tired, but at least I know what I need to do everytime I step in the plant. I now know once again what it is to sleep the sleep of the just.

No word yet on whether I'm going to be pulled out yet again for another special project which would again give me what I like to call the Normal People Schedule-- i.e., the five days on, weekends off that I've enjoyed since going off the floor. Frankly, I'm not counting on it. But seeing as my weekends are now exponentially more valuable to me, and these have been compromised greatly by my return to the extremely wonky 'Sliding Eights' schedule, staying on second shift is unacceptable. I'm planning to bid for a first shift position as soon as I can.

Not that it'll matter in the long run. The scuttlebutt is that on January, the whole plant goes on the twelve-hour Alternate Work Schedule. You'd think that two months is just about sufficient time for official notice about this kind of thing, instead of having to rely on hearsay and rumour, but eh.

So I'd better say something real quick before my state of flux catches up to me, and scarcity will be the order of the day for my online ventures.

Why so serious? )

Like I said, things will probably get more interesting before they get quieter.

God bless~

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Ironic Man [Oct. 7th, 2008|12:21 pm]
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[the knight hears |Final Fantasy Tactics-- Tutorial]

The Spiritual Successor to Robocop )

Vive la France! )

I'm wishing a lot today. While I'm at it, I wish I hadn't had that dream. )

Apparently, today is the deadline to register as a voter. And so shuts the opportunity for myself and my sibs, as we aren't eligible for citizenship until the 21st. Not that it would have mattered; I most likely would have conscientiously objected to either major party candidate anyway. One because I don't like him anymore, and the other because of an increasingly overriding issue for me that makes all his brass gongs and shining promises reek of death and rot.

Those of you who can and will vote-- you have a month to think on it. Think on it well. Does the food in your stomach weigh more than a defenseless life?

God bless.

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Flora and Forums [Sep. 26th, 2008|01:59 pm]
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[the knight hears |I am addicted to Highway Star now-- it's me new theme song]

Windows: I will automatically update your computer so that you'll be abreast of the latest improvements in our services, and so that everything will work better for you!

Me: lol k

Windows: your computer doesn't work anymore lol

Me: zomgwtfbbq

Looks like Duriimu is getting old; I don't remember ever having had so much petty trouble with her like the ones I've gotten over the past two weeks. Alright, so that's a little unfair-- much of it directly stems from moi. Still, last night was an opportunity to exercise patience and reserve when I found that not only would my laptop not detect my sweet Bose sound system, she could not even recognize the audio system integrated into the very hardware she came packaged with.

After about forty-five minutes of poking and prodding, I had access to my crisp, luxuriant surround sound again, but the hour was essentially curbed. No matter; I'd been meaning to fast anyway.

My love affair with my Church continues. Forgive me, Allie! )

In the meantime, I can take part spiritually by praying the Rosary daily again, a habit which I've kind of fallen off of because of recent spiritual dryness, but this time devoutly, and with a specific direction and petition in mind. Fasting will be a new item on the menu too.

SO for the next forty days or so, no soda, and a complete absence, or avoidance of Team Fortress 2.

OOOOHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEESSS

In recent developments, I am apparently NOT going to be going back to the machines, but maybe possibly probably perhaps going to work on the newest plant project. I'm having dinner with the bosses tonight.

OOOOHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEESSS

Godspeed, and God bless~!

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