New camera equipment that I have acquired:
The funny thing is, I’m shooting with the 35mm and the SB-400 and it’s just fine.
I really want to like Heavy Rain. No, I really want Heavy Rain to be so good that I can’t help but enjoy Heavy Rain.
I know what I don’t want. I don’t want it to be a compelling human drama and then suddenly turn into something completely ridiculous that I cared nothing for, but ended up having to finish simply because I had come too far not to. Indigo Prophecy’s story had a lot of potential about a man committing a murder but being completely innocent at the same time.
But then it became something else entirely. I would have been okay with it slowly turning into something with magical realism. But it turned into this blathering seething mass of a story that didn’t seem to know what it was about. It was as if they ran out of story budget and then everyone turned into orange goo.
I know only snippets about Heavy Rain’s storyline, little bits and pieces that I’ve gleaned from here and there. There are four characters. One of them is a special agent of some sort with super crime fighting sunglasses. That’s about all I know so far, and I’m okay with that. I really want to know more, but I want to experience it. I want that wonder and awe I felt from playing the first half of Indigo Prophecy.
I just hope that it lives up to that promise.
Going through the journals I found this line.
She told me, “I love you,” but I felt there was a “no matter what happens,” after it.
So. Emo. And that’s in 1995.
It’s entirely too late to be doing groceries, but I’m doing them anyway. The snow has mostly melted away, and the ground is overall wet. It’s not cold enough to freeze, which is good, but it’s cold enough for me to be walking briskly.  Not because I want to be out of the cold, but because I know that it will allow me to get just warm enough.
I’ve always preferred the cold to the heat. I appreciate a lot of lower temperatures, from the moist cloying cold of an ocean sunset, to the dry bitter chill of a winter wind. I’ve never enjoyed the heat in any form.
Which is really surprising from a nature versus nurture point of view because my heritage is mostly from a tropical island nation.
I’ve always liked paper. The feel of the blank lined page, the promise of filling it up through the manual process of writing. I have boxes of empty notebooks.
I also have a box, filled with not empty notebooks.
June 5, 1997
Usually, about the most exciting thing that happens to me is the drive to the Metro station. Why? Well, it’s usually because I can smell the beer on my boss’s breath.
Man. That is a great entry. Also, this one:
(9/22/90) Ooops! Missed a day. Fortunately nothing much happened yesterday. Except that Phil, Arcelio, and Josh are thinking about going to Homecoming together and they invited me. Unfortunately, I don’t have anyone to ask. Oh, well that’s about it. I don’t think much is going to happen today.
Riveting. And I have pages of this writing goldmine all at my fingertips.