Ah, yes. A week off from school (well needed one too, if I might add), and my dear wife has come to visit me from Stockholm. Not legally wife, of course. It's just a matter of speaking. She immediately sat down by one of my beloved PS2's, at first to try out Castlevania(which she found dull and "not brutal enough"), after that FFXII(where she attempted to kill a nice little wyrm. It didn't turn out good. She was lowlevel, the fiend took her out with two punches. She gave up) and now she's stuck on Kingdom Hearts. She has eariler commented on the game being "too childish", with a bad story and not enough death. She changed her mind while playing, but you can still hear faint cries and somewhat louder shouts from the room as she gets beaten down by heartless and bosses all over the place. Progression has been made, though very slowly.

I, on the other hand, has found my way back to childhood memories. Yes, I'm talking about the SNES, and to it I have a whole bag full of games, just waiting to get re-explored as I dive further down in my past and what really got me into games from the start. I'm currently held up by Final Fantasy IV (my friend Keef's favourite), and after that it's really just a matter of what game gets chosen first. I have around fourty more ROM's to try out, and friends keep sending me more as time goes, so I doubt I'll run out of a timekill in the following few months. If anyone does have FFII on ROM though, feel free to send. I've only found copies (bought and/or downloaded) that say they are FFII, but turn out to be FFIV. A few times in japanese, as if the rip-off weren't enough. And no, FFIV and FFII aren't the same game. At least not as far as I've heard.

Not a very long post today, but I blame it all on my love for the games. Heck, I don't even have a song for today. It would be Comptine D'un Autre Été L'après Midi - Yann Tiersen, but that song has no lyrics so how am I to post it here? Hm. Well, that song still stands as todays first song, but I guess as a second I can put this..

Expectation is the root of all heartache.



Architecture In Helsinki - Heart It Races

And we're slow to acknowledge the knots in the laces
Heart it races
And we go back to where we moved out to the places
Heart it races
I bought it in a can and stirred it with my fingers singing
Boom dah dah dah dah dah dah
Boom dah dah dah dah
Threw it out the window
And lately you been tanned, suspicious for the winter with your
Boom dah dah dah dah dah dah
Boom dah dah dah dah
Legs like little splinters

And we're slow to acknowledge the knots in the laces
Heart it races
And we go back to where we moved out to the places
Heart it races
I sold it to a man and threw him out that window
He went
Boom dah dah dah dah dah dah
Boom dah dah dah dah
Made his wife a widow

Heart it races alone, heart it races alone
Heart it races alone, heart it races alone

Boom dah dah dah dah dah dah
Boom dah dah dah dah