This download is SO damn slow…currently getting the first part of Phantasy Star Portable 2 Infinity here… and the time remaining says over 2 hours, 50 minutes…and that’s down from the previously estimated 4 hours.
Fuck you, Sega… all you had to do was translate the goddamn shit and release it here… even if it was just a digital only release on PSN, I actually would’ve preferred that, but nope… they consistently make the wrong decisions. It would be such a great thing if some other company owned this franchise. With any other halfway decent company behind it that is NOT known for always making “questionable” or downright stupid decisions… the game would probably go on to sell millions of copies and be at least as well-known and revered as Final Fantasy was.
How much does it even take to translate a game? I doubt this is something that requires a trillion-dollar budget here… they could even save money by not hiring english VAs and just throw some subtitles on the screen for whenever the characters talk. I’ve tried to be nice and “restrained” in my commentary regarding that company whenever talking about it for some reason over the years… but it’s such a bitch when franchises you love are unfortunately owned by generally incompetent companies. It’s not ever going to get better, either… not as long as it is owned by them. I’d say we reached that point of the average gamer saying “Phantasy Star… what is that? I’ve never heard of it…you mean Final Fantasy, right?” a LONG time ago, and it’s a damn shame.
To hell with it…still 2.5 hours remaining? I’ll have to come back to that later. ONE download basically taking up nearly all of a glorious Saturday afternoon? Nah, fuck that.
*Chris Jansing from MSNBC—would get pounced on SO quickly. Yeah, she’s on right now.
I like how this shit just continues unabated and no can figure out a solution to stopping this shit from continuing that doesn’t involve sitting there fatasses in front of a starbucks with a picket sign…
Well, I just figured out why my day this morning was so great: it’s so I was emotionally built up to handle the shit that just went down.
Earlier today, my grandmother and I discussed tonight’s dinner. I said I’d make noodles with a meat sauce. She said that was fine. That takes 30 minutes to make, along with bread. At 4:00, she asked me if it was time to start making dinner. I said that I’d start soon, but right then was a bit early. At 4:45, I thought it was an appropriate time for dinner, as we eat here around 5-5:30. I go into the kitchen, and she’s peeling eggs to make egg salad. This is the following conversation we had:
Me: "Hey, Mimi."
Her: curtly "Yes?"
Me: "I just came in to start dinner, and was just seeing what you were doing."
Her: still curt, as if angry "I’m making egg salad."
Me: trying to feel her out "Oh, okay. Are we having that for dinner instead?"
Her: irritated "Is that what you want?"
Me: "Sure, you make a good egg salad. We can have spaghetti tomorrow night then. Would you like help?"
Her: very irritated, slams an egg "Do you want to do it, then?"
Me: confused "Uh, no ma’am. I don’t know how. I was just offering help peeling eggs."
Her: “I’m finishing this, and then going to get dressed for tonight.” (She was having me drive her and my aunt out to a Christmas music concert, after which I was going to come back home, work on some sticks, and then go get them)
I was already wondering why the hell I had just got snapped at like that. I didn’t appreciate it in the least. There was no sense in me starting to make dinner when it would have been ready an hour before we were ready to eat. Her concert doesn’t start until 7, and it’s 15 minutes away (I was going to leave 45 minutes early to account for the fact that she likes getting places early). I explained the timeframe to her, and then she started slamming doors because she thought I was going to go too. I never once stated I was going. I was just dropping them off, and then coming back an hour later to pick them up. This was explained to her two weeks ago when I agreed to carry them out there.
I seriously have no idea what the hell she expects out of me. I realize my being there is difficult. I’m trying to be as accommodating as possible, and I’m certainly not trying to sound ungrateful. I’m grateful that I even have family who could take me in when I lost my home. I’m trying to get a job and get out of here as fast as possible, because I’m very aware I’m inconveniencing them. I just think it’d be nice for everyone to have a little communication. I just need to know what is expected of me.
