<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490430</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:07:00.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyo / Twee</title><subtitle type='html'>Two graduated seniors waiting for college...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyotwee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyotwee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kyo / Twee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073340881570594268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490430.post-115130964739962290</id><published>2006-06-26T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T01:39:49.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Dream Discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I've often wondered who dispenses dreams.   Who dispenses them?  Is it some kind of lottery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lottery? Like the Sandman decides who gets the nightmares and who gets the lovey-dovey dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right. Do we draw lots or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't recall ever doing that. Drawing lots, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, do dreams have a deeper meaning then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I always thought it had to do with what was going on in your head at the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had a dream about kissing my editor in chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I see. First I heard of that, but continue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope that wasn't really on my mind, being that she has a boyfriend and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But does that matter when everything like that is in your head? The psychological thing. Maybe you weren't think about Ms. Editor at all, but "the perfect girl" and you happened to project her on that label because you see her everyday and she's slightly aloof from you. You don't know her, so it's safe in a way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perhaps, but *shivers* it's kind of creepy, because heaven knows she's far from perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, yes, I know that. And so do you. So what do you read into this dream of yours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sexual repression. A lot of sexual repression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It couldn't be anything else? Guilt that you didn't turn in your articles in time, perhaps? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Darn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You think you're so funny. I really think it was that I was dealing with feelings for someone else, and perhaps I was projecting onto her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chalk one up for me. Isn't that sort of what I said earlier? Except that I used "perfect girl" instead of an actual name?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bite me. I'm a guy. Freudian law says I associate everything with sex, and I didn't see anything about sex in your explanation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But do you believe in Freud? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haha. I believe him as much as I believe in God. Both make good points. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think Freud was the sexual deviant. But back to the whole dreams thing. Let's see what you can make of this one. I've dreamt twice that there are two boyfriends. One is the "current" boyfriend: sweet, nice, into bass playing. The other one is generally a lot meaner and tells me that music is far more important to him than I am. He still cares, but not as much. But I get so confused because wouldn't I hurt the one to go out with the other? He didn't say he didn't care; he just said he cared more about music. And that's the dream I've had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perhaps your fears came out into your dreams, where your boyfriend (who does care about music) might act like the "evil" boyfriend in your dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That doesn't explain the two of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of course, you could be sensing the presence of a doppleganger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you were a guy, and your boyfriend were your girlfriend instead, I might suggest that you were feeling sexually repressed, but you're not a guy, he's not a girl, and I don't see any sexuality in your dream whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've wondered about your first explanation, too. But I've also wondered about having two of them. Because at one point, I asked the music-loving one if my boyfriend cared about music more than me, and he said, "Definitely not. He loves you." Which I guess should be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You asked him in your dream? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah. The Music One not the Well-Balance One. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perhaps it means that you're still optimistic in your dreams, represented by what the music-one said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That makes sense. I always feel so guilty in my dreams when that happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know. Because I'm not exactly sure which route I'm supposed to go, I suppose. Because in my dream everything makes sense, except for the fact that I'm supposed to be tied to both of them, and not just one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah. Perhaps it's guilt that he can't have music and you at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My guilt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I don't think it's his guilt.  Although, you may be psychically intertwined, which in my opinion, would be downright scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah, yes. I can read your mind, Mr. Kyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dwah! I was &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; not thinking about anyone naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Of course not. But you'll definitely be dreaming about it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*shivers* Heaven forbid. I haven't imagined anyone naked yet. Oh, no. Wait. I lied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can't lie about these things. That's just bad. Tsktsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It just isn't anyone I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ah, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I haven't imagined you naked, if that's any consolation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would hope not. That you imagined me naked, that is. And you can keep me out of your dreams, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you.  Although, I guess it would be interesting....no. Never mind I'll stick with unknowns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That would make me feel a whole lot more comfortable. And it would keep my boyfriend from slugging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe I'll just dream about him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He'll still slug you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah.  Well. I guess I'll have to confine my dreams to my no- longer- but- still- always -and -forever - editor-in-chief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As long as she doesn't find out, more power to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, Mr. Kyo, I shall leave you to your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alright Ms. Twee, just try not to be too worried if I start to dream about turning into a brontosaurus after eating potato salad with pepper... it's been known to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That would not be my fault. That would be yours. And the pepper, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perhaps. Or maybe a premonition! I would love to turn into a brontosaurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah... I'll leave you to that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...mmm....potato salad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Owari!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490430-115130964739962290?l=kyotwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyotwee.blogspot.com/feeds/115130964739962290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490430&amp;postID=115130964739962290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490430/posts/default/115130964739962290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490430/posts/default/115130964739962290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyotwee.blogspot.com/2006/06/dream-discussion-so-ive-often-wondered.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyo / Twee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073340881570594268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490430.post-115018703621795228</id><published>2006-06-13T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:15:55.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I've been dating the same guy for three years, and he is the only romantic relationship I've had in my life. Does that make me deprived? I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Depends on your definition of deprived. You're a generation X-er aren't you? Where's the sex? The scandal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sex? Scandal? What happened to, you know, wholesome people that only did drugs and stuff? Aren't we generation Y? I'm confused already. Not, of course, that I do drugs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, no, of course not. Nowadays people want wholesome familiy activities the entire family can enjoy. Hence the television and modern gaming as we know it.Phooey. Generation X sounds so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But where does that people us ex-high schoolers who are *gasp* going to college together? Isn't it weird how people somehow think that's the bane of all college-bound students' existences? That we can't do what's best for ourselves if we go to the same college? Now explain that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, first of all, there's a lack of variety after a while. Granted, I don't intimately know every single one of my fellow graduates, but after another four years, I'd probably get to know them a whole lot better. I guess you could say that it would be a lot like eating the same ranch dressing for eight years straight. After a while, you get used to it, and when someone brings, say Italian to the table, you might just freak out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But it's different because people change and evolve. Ranch dressing does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It does if you leave it out long enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yeah, well, semi-evolved ranch dressing that has bacteria in it is not appetizing at all. And I don't even like Italian dressing, so your point is moot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah, well how about some Russian dresssing? Flavored with perhaps a bit of Hawaiian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If that wasn't appetizing to me, then I wouldn't be dating him still, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey, he's still on your plate, he must be good if you keep going back up for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In any case, he's not the same guy I started going out with in ninth grade, but I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing. People change and I believe he changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perhaps. I agree that people change, I'm just not all that sure that everyone changes in such a way that you'd even want to know them later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, that's true. But nothing like that has happened yet. We fight, yes, but then we get over it. Smiles all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, if only my world were so utopian. Forgive my pessimistic views, but not every relationship has ended up to the tune of "Hearts and Flowers." I can see how being around the same people can get old quickly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, we end up on very different sides of the railroad tracks, I guess you could say. There is the idea that human beings aren't wired to be monogamous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Nods* I think I'd have to agree with that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taking a look at the different reproductive systems of *ahem* the different species&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; if we presume that the purpose of life (at the most basic level) is to reproduce, then the males would be better off running around rampant, impregnating as many females as possible &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;females are the opposite, being that they are only able to raise a few kids at any given time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But then there are other animals that mate for life. So why not humans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well to speak of other species, if we assume that they don't have higher brain functions the same as humans then they aren't exactly capable of lasting hatred, jealousy, etc. which makes our lives oh so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, you know, we are also capable of that nice little emotion called "love." Does that make me overly optimistic? Sure, people are annoying, we'd like to kill some people sometimes... etc. But we do like certain people. And not necessarily just as romantic partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And there are so many stories of people being best friends for years and years. But what comes into play? "Out of sight, out of mind" or "Absence makes the heart grow fonder?" Do you have to reinforce your emotions for another person by seeing them? Or can you love them more by missing them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I tend to believe the former is most dominant in the human "heart" in psychology, it's called the "mere exposure" effect in which the more a person is exposed to something, the more they will tend to like it i.e. when you sit next to the same girl for eight years straight, and even though you didn't like her at first you end up liking her a lot toward the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Because she's there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could that account for the long lasting friendships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If they always see each other, perhaps. In some ways, science makes some things extremely unromantic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's because none of them have girlfriends or lasting relationships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's like Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Scientists weren't invited to the cool parties, so they just said the cool parties were misusing science. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Precisely. Although, admittedly, I'd love to have an Improbability Drive... maybe I'd end up getting a girlfriend...one that lasts longer than six months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No, you'd want a Bistromathics drive. That's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maybe you can just say you're too sophisticated for the usual high school tastes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or not sophisticated enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No, too sophisticated, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After all, physical intelligence is an intelligence of its own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What is a high school girl looking for in a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I obviously didn't have to do much since I've been dating him since the ninth grade. I can tell you what I wanted, anyway. But I don't think I'm the usual specimen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me, I look for charm, wit, looks at least a decameter above medusa, and perhaps, just perhaps, a morsel of assertiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hmm. I wanted someone I could talk to without being judged. And someone who could make me laugh all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I agree. Those are excellent qualities to look for in a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think I'm satisfied. The rustic good looks and the intelligence just came as a bonus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ah, he calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah...my girlfriend is calling too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Owari!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490430-115018703621795228?l=kyotwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyotwee.blogspot.com/feeds/115018703621795228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490430&amp;postID=115018703621795228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490430/posts/default/115018703621795228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490430/posts/default/115018703621795228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyotwee.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-ive-been-dating-same-guy-for-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyo / Twee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073340881570594268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29490430.post-114988528651868315</id><published>2006-06-09T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:58:03.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speculation: Nintendo / Sega Fusion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Was there ever a Sega/Nintendo merger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If there were, imagine the gaming behemoth that could come out of that one. Mario/Sonic crossovers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Forget crossovers, think about fusion! Sonic with a pipe wrench and mustache! personally, I'd love to see Knuckles with a raccoon tail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Or Mario sporting blue overalls with spikes coming out of the back that inexplicably allows him to turn into a ball &lt;em&gt;a la&lt;/em&gt; Samus. But it wouldn't be a Metroid thing, it would be a Sonic thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Speaking of Samus, I think she'd be great if she could ever find one of those awesome flame shields that Sonic wielded. Plus, I think Robotnik would have been a perfect villain for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ah... no. Two roly-polies (granted, one able to make bombs and stuff in her roly-poly state) in one game wouldn't have fared well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But imagine the hardware that would come from a Nintendo/Sega fusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hmm... *envisions the Wii*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Would it be wonderful? Innovative? Or too innovative? Too scary for another hundred years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sonic! Look out! Oh, no! I can't control him! Personally, the Genesis frightened me. The controller was huge and there were not two, but three buttons! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have you seen the XBox controller? That's far more frightening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*shudders* Don't remind me. Perhaps though... Dreamcast and the N64... that might have been feasible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But of course it would be larger than the NES controller. Merely because the NES controller was small. Petite even. Dreamcast. I regret never having owned one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*nods* If only Sega hadn't blundered in its announcements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And to think the future of gaming was all but overlooked in the last console generation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Perhaps it would be a four-way race between companies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sega always jumped the gun. I don't think they had a chance. I request a moment of silence for Sega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bells tolls in the distance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*bows head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Personally, I think Microsoft is going to be the next Sega. With the 360 anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A media center in your gaming system! What a thought! Because gaming consoles for gaming is just so... 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What are you talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Let us take a ride on the Sega express! Complete with flux capacitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, I'm game. No pun intended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*revs engine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;See? Now in the future, gaming will be indistinguishable from real life. Think...The Sims....except you are the thing that you're clicking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Right. So, explain to me, why would you want to buy a gaming console in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Buy? Oh, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Especially if you're going to subject yourself to the Sims?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, by that time, I'm hoping that the Sim's franchise dies out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But it's just so much fun to make soap operas happen in your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And you'll really be in more of a FFXXXXIV kind of environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But what would FF XXXXIV look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hmm. Oh look! *points to an old decrepit man* It's Solid Snake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Solid Snake should have died years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Genetically speaking he should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He did die. This is his grandson. Raiden is still alive, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ah! The metaphor hit me like I was tied up on the tracks in front of Grand Central Station. It would be like Animal Crossing with an M rating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;An M Rating? Oh dear Lord...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The graphics would have to improve dramatically, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That wholesome game? Subjected to the dirges of an M rating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maybe a little hot coffee....some iced tea. M rating easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Coffee and tea. How can people drink stuff like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Although...I can't really imagine Blanca getting into a wet t-shirt contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And why would you want to imagine that in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I wouldn't, but *points* in the future, you can see everyone else's thoughts while gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh, god, Kyo, get me out of here. Please. And stop thinking that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*rev's the engine again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ah...yes. Back in good ol' 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I see. Release of the NES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And record breaking Super Mario Bros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Because who would have thought a plumber could be so endearing! So wonderful! So Goomba-butt kicking? And a mushroom addict. Wait, did I just make a connection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, it was the 80's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I guess so. "Purple Rain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ah...the days of 8 bit music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Did you know that Zelda was the first polyphonic video game? I Heart Zelda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me too! And Link!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;More accurately, I Heart Link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*nods* Well, it makes me wonder why on earth they would name a game after the princess you must save. But that sounds like a question for another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm getting kind of creeped out staying in the year of my conception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*revs engine once more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Welcome back to wonderful...2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Beautiful, glorious, 128 bit graphics. (I think) And the age of the Katamari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And another version of Purple Reign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yes. Purple Reign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ah well, if only Vectorman or Ecco The Dolphin could see us now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Or Toejam and Earl. Yes, that was good game despite the awful name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sega/Nintendo fusion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29490430-114988528651868315?l=kyotwee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyotwee.blogspot.com/feeds/114988528651868315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29490430&amp;postID=114988528651868315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490430/posts/default/114988528651868315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29490430/posts/default/114988528651868315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyotwee.blogspot.com/2006/06/speculation-nintendo-sega-fusion.html' title='Speculation: Nintendo / Sega Fusion!'/><author><name>Kyo / Twee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14073340881570594268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
