All right. I'm feeling much better, thanks, now that I've sent my first twenty pages of screenplay off to my friend. So I've indulged myself with a bit of Legend of Zelda: The Minish Cap, in which our hero Link finds a smart-ass hat that makes him shrink, and gets to see a gypsy dancer's underwear.
The very first Zelda was the first game I ever loved, oh so very long ago, and my relationship with the series has gone through a lot of turmoil over the years. The childlike infatuation with Link's Awakening, the torrid affair with Majora's Mask, the confusion and betrayal of Wind Waker. It seems that as I get older, Link (and therefore Zelda) insist on getting younger. Other than a brief flirtation with adulthood in Ocarina of Time, there is this steady backsliding, so that now I'm playing a tiny little game on my tiny little gameboy screen about a warrior toddler whose power is to get EVEN SMALLER.
I am gritting my teeth in anticipation of the day when I, in my 40s, will be controlling a sword-and-boomerang wielding fetus through treacherous swamps and mountains in search of infant Ganon, who has kidnapped the fetus of Princess Zelda and is keeping her in an ice box.
The very first Zelda was the first game I ever loved, oh so very long ago, and my relationship with the series has gone through a lot of turmoil over the years. The childlike infatuation with Link's Awakening, the torrid affair with Majora's Mask, the confusion and betrayal of Wind Waker. It seems that as I get older, Link (and therefore Zelda) insist on getting younger. Other than a brief flirtation with adulthood in Ocarina of Time, there is this steady backsliding, so that now I'm playing a tiny little game on my tiny little gameboy screen about a warrior toddler whose power is to get EVEN SMALLER.
I am gritting my teeth in anticipation of the day when I, in my 40s, will be controlling a sword-and-boomerang wielding fetus through treacherous swamps and mountains in search of infant Ganon, who has kidnapped the fetus of Princess Zelda and is keeping her in an ice box.
It was the Milwaukee Art Museum! The Museum, I'm told, was what put Milwaukee 'on the map'. Because it moves, and it's supposed to look like a whale, or bird, or something animal-like. That room you described sounds interesting.. I think if any of us had laid on the bed at the Museum, we'd have gotten kicked out right away. Damn assholes, trying tp protect artwork and shit.
Zelda! Yay! Zelda rocks my world. Ever see Drawn Together?
So I'm not the only one who sleeps under coffee tables?! Or are you just trying to make me feel cooler than I already am!?