Finny the Fish

You know, the original point of this blog was to reveal the many shenanigans that go on with my roommates and I. So far, I think I’ve managed to just talk a little about my school, my family, my gaming habits, and some random ass things that popped into my head. Good job, Kat.

So I’m going to tell you about an ongoing saga that somehow still isn’t finished!

Meet Finny the Fish:

By the cartoonish animated and bright, vibrant colors, you can probably guess that this isn’t a game on the same level as most someone my age would play. You’d be right, but here I am. Well, actually here my friend Meggie is. She’s the primary player, and is on the brink of finally finishing the game, which I have never done, despite owning the game for several years prior to her involvement.

Here’s the story:

Years ago, I received a Playstation 2 for Christmas. This was after my disastrous affair with the XBox which left me completely broke with only about two games out of the six I’d bought that I actually liked playing, which I learned too late could be just as easily bought for the PS2. So that was my big wish for that year, and my parents love me, so lo and behold, a shiny new PS2 was waiting for me on Christmas Day! I fell in love instantly and haven’t replaced it yet.

best day ever

Finny the Fish didn’t come around until a few years later. My sister was usually the losing team in any of the few multiplayer games I owned, and my parents were feeling sorry for her. Knowing that she had a particular affinity toward fish, they found her this game: Finny the Fish, thinking that she would be able to connect with me on another, video-gamey level.

creepy grin

Needless to say, it didn’t work. Not that my sister and I didn’t bond over video games, it just took longer and a different route than Finny the Fish. Partly, I must admit, it was my fault. I made fun of her every time something bad happened to Finny, which was a lot.

See, the point of the game is to swim around and help out a bunch of various water creatures over 7 different “waters”, all of which look vaguely Japanese, even though I think they were going for several different continents. Throughout the game, you have to eat other, smaller fish and things to keep from starving, all the while avoiding getting caught in lures and by other, bigger fish (which I discovered later that you can eat if you catch them correctly). My sister’s problem was that she continually got eaten or caught by lures, continually setting her back. Her response was simple.

And she stopped playing altogether. Finny the Fish sat for a couple of years without being played, forgotten in the wake of Okami, Kingdom Hearts, and Destroy All Humans (which my sister likes playing more than I do). Finally, I picked it up and went “Lol, I remember this. Let’s play it for kicks!” And I did. And I was hooked (haha fishing pun!). So I played it on and off for several years, but never actually finished the game. I think I maybe finished four levels before having to start the game over the next time I picked it up because I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to be doing and the game didn’t tell me.

Fast forward to Sophomore year (I think) and enter my friend Meggie. I had brought my PS2 with me to school that year, and had, for some odd reason, decided to bring Finny the Fish with me, thinking it would be a fun game to just play without having to think too hard about if I needed a break. At some point, I told Meggie about this game. She took it well.

drank the sea water

I kept insisting that it was one of the funnest games I’d ever played, and finally she gave in, letting me show her how to do it. She began playing and got sucked in faster than even I did. For the last two years, she’s been playing through it, but still hasn’t beaten it. It seems to be quite a feat to do, as a matter of fact. We thought she’d beaten it early this year and it was like

happy jeff winger community

but THEN they psyched us out! The fiends! There was another level after that! And it was like

ice cream

and she still hasn’t managed to beat that level yet. It’s actually rather difficult. The last time we played, there were about four or five of us sitting around the TV, trying to help her figure out how to get through the level. So, with a stupid “children’s” game, I’ve managed to suck in a good chunk of my friends, who now all want to see how Finny the Fish ends!

i regret nothing


E-Card Wednesdays!

To add a bit more sarcasm to this blog (because it definitely needs more), I’ve decided to created E-Card Wednesdays. Instead of publishing a post of Wednesday, on the off chance I actually have a post I’m think about publishing on a Wednesday, I’m going to post an E-Card. Because nothing gets you through the middle of the week like a dose of sarcasm and profanity. 🙂

Here’s your first E-Card

Gaming Thoughts

I don’t’ really consider myself a “gamer” in the sense that I must buy every new console when it comes out for obscene amounts of money, nor do I need to purchase the newest games (usually). I don’t play Halo or Call of Duty or Modern Warfare or really any other first person shooter, nor have I played many of the Zelda or Mario games, which I’ve heard I must if I’m to consider myself any type of normal human. For the most part, my response if very belated, and generally I’m like


Most “mainstream” games cause this reaction from me about two months after the release. I’m working on being better at at least knowing which games are out there, like I knew what Mass Effect 2 and Portal 2 were and why everyone was so excited (even playing some of Portal until it made me sick), plus I actually sort of know about Dead Space, Half Life, and Fall Out, though I haven’t played any in the series. But for the most part, I’m definitely the former.

And then there’s the general idea of “gamers” I get from being on the internet too long. I also have a friend who plays more online games than I do, and he has confiremed many of my suspicions and the stories I have heard through rage comics and (which I recommend checking out if you haven’t already). My vague idea of a “hardcore gamer,” therefore, is not one of favor. I basically look around and think

no sign of intelligent life

I do, however, consider myself a gamer in the sense that I enjoy gaming with the consoles and games that I have experienced. Though limited, I have at least played some Mario and many Pokemon games, plus some of the more “modern” games such as Kingdom Hearts and Skyrim. And I must say that I enjoy playing games, despite my limited experience with “mainstream” games. But all in all, video games are a chance to unwind, dive into a fantasy world, and pretend to be more invincible than I really am.

Aaaaand, that brings me to the reason for this post. After waxing poetic or seriously about video games, I’m going to turn to the silly, because that’s how I really roll.

kuzco dance

I recently began playing Oblivion, the precursor to Skyrim. I’m not going to explain what those games are. If you don’t know, go ask Dr. Wiki. I played Skyrim first, which I will admit has skewed my tastes. I say this because the first thing that I noticed when playing Oblivion was that your health doesn’t heal over time, as it does in Skyrim. At the time, screeching like an angry pterodactyl while I suddenly used up all my health potions and run away to cast healing spells for the first time in my long Elder Scrolls play experience, I managed to spit out some angry words to my sister that ended in a conversation that went something like this:

Me: “Sccrreeeeeeerrrrccchhhh!!!! WHY DOESN’T MY HEALTH REGENERATE LIKE IN SKYRIM??!!!”

My sister: “Probably because they were trying to make the game more ‘realistic’.”


She sort of glared at me while laughing at me at the same time while I screeched more as I hacked and spazzed my way through the various problems I encountered until I gave up.  The whole thing ended up feeling like

threw off my groove

I will tangent here to say that my technique in Skryim mostly involves running up the things and whacking them hardcore with a two handed warhammer, which is the most heavy hitting weapon in Skyrim and being nearly unbeatable due to my hardcore, heavy weight armor. Basically, I look like this (no lie)

and just run around bashing the shit out of every living thing I encounter that opposes me. I can kill a dragon, a giant, and a mammoth, the three hardest things to kill, in about three strokes of my hammer. So I can actually say, in Skryim,

i am better at everything

In short, I’m not saying that Oblivion isn’t a good game. Most of the time, I enjoy playing it, but I definitely don’t appreciate the more “realistic” weapons and health system. Skyrim will always hold my heart, until the next one comes out and I can scrape together enough funds to buy it. Maybe.

First Day of Class

Yesterday was my first day of class to begin my Senior year of college. It’s a surreal experience, to say the least. Like, every day is just counting down the days before I have to give up this cozy campus life and figure out what I’m going to do with myself. Horrorssss. . . .

I digress. This post is not about me looking paranoid into the abyss of the future and hoping I can finally develope that ability to see in the dark that I’ve always thought I should have, but it is a story about all first days. We’ve all been there. You arrive like

boom baby

but then by the end of even the first class in which you are handed a printed out syllabus and then consequently have the professor read word for word the entire packet which you have already read in about two minutes while everyone else was getting theirs, you’re like


and it really doesn’t stop until your day is done and you’re exhausted, having just learned that you will completing a multitude of papers, tests, and research projects all in the span of the first half of the semester. I might be overreacting a smidge due to the fact that I have four classes all in a row and I was not entirely exaggerating about the amount of projects, along with regular class reading (which I really should be doing at this moment), but nevertheless, but opinion of the ritualistic syllabus reading stands and has always stood since we started getting them who knows how long ago. I will, however, not be defeated by mere classwork and stuff I should definitely not be putting off any longer. For my last year here, I challenge you, Luther College:

bring it on




is actually still not accurate enough to express the reaction I had when I saw this. 8) I. Am. So. Excited!

I feel the need to explain. This movie

httyd poster

is one of my favorite movies OF ALL TIME. I love the characters, the atmosphere, the plot, all of it. I’ve watched it countless times and I’ve been waiting and WAITING for them to announce the sequel. So I was already more excited than anything even before THIS came onto the screen:

older hiccup

Hiccup. Wonderfully derpy, delightful Hiccup, has become deliciously wantable. And I say that with absolutely no shame. Because that’s the way it is and will always be. And that, dear readers, is why I feel the need to bring this to your attention. I screech like the lovechild of a banshee and pterodactyl every time I see even a little of this and I’m sure you’ll be hearing much more as June 2014 draws nearer. 🙂