One More Video Game Victory

X-Men Legends 2: Rise of Apocalypse has been soundly defeated.

It took several attempts and some creative thinking (read: cheat codes) to defeat Apocalypse, but I still got the job done and a winner is I. Go me.

Superman Finally Returns

I just got back from a special 10:00 sneak preview of Superman Returns, and I do believe that someone's finally made a movie worthy of carrying the "Superman 3" mantle. Simply put, Superman Returns is absolutely stupendous.

Way back in 1978, the tagline for the original film told us that we would believe a man could fly. And with the special effects of Superman Returns, that promise has been fulfilled. The effects are an enormous improvement over what we saw in the previous Superman films, but I guess that can be chalked up to various technological advances over the last three decades.

Also wonderful is John Ottman's music, which boasts the grand, epic tone that the movie needed. Ottman puts the original music composed by John Williams to good use, with various musical cues from previous chapters in the Superman saga making appearances throughout the movie. Bryan Singer's direction is great too; he takes what he showed us with the first two X-Men movies and turns it up to eleven. Singer is careful to appease fans of the previous movies with subtle homages to the first two, as well as making the movie its own.

The acting is great, as well. Brandon Routh is a lot of fun, and while he may not be "the next Christopher Reeve," I'm sure he'll become "the first Brandon Routh" for a new generation of Superman fans. Kate Bosworth makes for a fine Lois Lane, James Marsden is great in a somewhat limited role, and Kevin Spacey is brilliant. Imagine Gene Hackman's interpretation of Lex Luthor but with a mean streak a mile wide, and you'd have Kevin Spacey's Lex Luthor.

All in all, I'll give Superman Returns a hearty four stars and a recommendation to check it out. And while you're here, why not check out my reviews for the original movie, Superman 2, Superman 3, and Superman 4. Okay? Okay.

The Hills Have Reviews

And now, a "Sutton At The Movies" double feature. For your reading pleasure we have both versions of The Hills Have Eyes; Wes Craven's original from 1977, and Alexandre Aja's remake from this year.

Check 'em out.

When Can I Join The Hellfire Club?

I've been digging deeper into X-Men Legends 2 lately, and I'd be lying if I said the game wasn't addictive. I've picked it up many times, and when I'd finally take a break, it would be 3:00 in the morning. I could really stand to acquire the first X-Men Legends game too, because I'd probably get just as addicted to it.

Right now I'm getting ever closer to tracking down the final boss, Apocalypse. Thanks to a little help from that sneaky Sebastian Shaw, I'm just one or two levels away from the end. I believe all I have to do is make it through a level to find Emma Frost, and then I can take down Apocalypse.

And after that, victory shall be mine.

Never Mind, I Don't Want That Remote Anymore

Caught the 5:00 showing of Adam Sandler's new movie Click today.

While your mileage may vary, I personally thought the movie was perhaps one of Sandler's best movies. The movie's commercials paint Click as a laugh riot, and while I found it to be incredibly funny, that's only half of the story. There is a lot of heart in the movie, especially as the movie takes a turn or the dramatic once Sandler's universal remote begins fast-forwarding over months and years at a time on its own.

Click could be considered a spiritual cousin to Bruce Almighty, as both films concern men who think they have it all figured out, but are taught to appreciate their lives by all-knowing strangers. While Bruce Almighty deals with Jim Carrey getting a lesson that he doesn't really have all the answers, Click concerns Sandler's workaholic character and his desire to skip over all of the unwanted moments of life while rewinding or fast-forwarding to the more pleasurable ones. Why argue with your wife or deal with a loud barking dog when you have "Skip" and "Mute" buttons that will work just as much on your world as they will on your television?

The movie demonstrates Sandler's maturity as an actor. Five years ago, Jim Carrey probably would have gotten Click's lead role light years before Sandler would ever be considered. But now, with movies that have started to stray more and more from the "dumb guy" slapstick roles under his belt, I think Sandler has reached Carrey-like proportions, where he can still do comedic roles while still maintaining some kind of seriousness. And by the end of the movie, I'd come to really like and sympathize with Sandler's character, which I believe is proof that he can actually act instead of acting goofy.

The rest of the cast is quite enjoyable as well, and I was thoroughly entertained by both the comedy and the drama. For that, my final verdict is four stars and a seal of approval.

Rhyme Without Reason

[And now for the thrilling conclusion of the Blackout Manifesto.]

Time is 11:28 p.m., and I am absolutely worn out. Boredom is beating me to death. I tried to do a little reading, but I got about 10 or 15 pages in before I gave up. Holding that stupid light was giving me carpal tunnel and a pain in my neck.

To be honest, I don't truly know why I'm even still awake at this point. It's not like there's anything to do at 11:30 at night in the midst of a blackout. But at least I'm getting a few handwritten blog posts out of the deal, right?

This is why I could use a laptop. I love my computer, as antiquated as it may be, but I unfortunately can't use it right now. Now if I had something battery powered, voila. There's a solution. It's all just a matter of affordability.

But at this point, I believe I'm only still awake to see if and/or when the power comes back on. However, I don't think it'll be back on until in the morning. And really, that's probably closer to the truth than I realize. So I figure I might as well call it a night.

I hope that my three-part Blackout Manifesto was worth reading, just for the view into the insanity that is me. Time is 11:43, and maybe after sleep, things will be back to something resembling normalcy. Out for now.

[And just three minutes after I wrote that in my notebook, the power returned. Just my luck. I think my satellite reciever was fried by the power going out, but I'll deal with that in the morning. Good night, and good luck.]

Darkness Sucks

[And now for Part II...]

The time is currently 10:24 p.m., and if I wasn't such a night owl, I'd have probably managed to doze off by now. You know, writing these posts wasn't so rough two hours ago, since the sun hadn't completely set, meaning there was plenty of sunlight to write by. But writing with only a small keychain flashlight to guide me is a pain.

I do wonder what I'm missing. How is Monday Night Raw going? Are all my online pals getting along fine without me? Is there a decent episode of Degrassi being rerun? These are the questions that go through the mind of a young man cooped up in a house in the middle of the night with no electricity.

I feel like I'm trapped in an isolation chamber, only my parents and sister are here too. Maybe it's more like the Saw movies. If I had a working tape recorder, would I hear Jigsaw's voice if I pressed Play? What sick trap would I have to endure? What would my eventual fate be? The things that I think up sometimes...

Time is 10:40. Bored out of my head and sitting in the dark. What is there for me to do except sleep or sit and wait for the power to return? I really have nothing to say or accomplish by writing, but it gives me something to do so I don't completely go insane with boredom. I seriously need to invest in bigger flashlights for my own personal usage, since this cheap tiny light I'm using isn't cutting it.

Taking a break now. Perhaps a part three later?

[Yes, a Part III later.]

Killing Time During A Power Outage

[Just to put this and the next two posts in some kind of context, we had a power outage around 8:00, and the power just came back on about 15 minutes ago. To kill time, I wrote three posts worth of material on notebook paper. And these are those posts...]

As I write this, the time is 8:25 or thereabouts, and our power is out thanks to a thunderstorm.

I am very much a child of the 21st century. Going without electricity is not something I am accustomed to. This is why I could never be Amish or live in the 19th century, because electricity and modern technology are things I could not bring myself to do without.

"Roughing it" is not something I do easily. I'm used to electronics and gadgets and all that stuff. I guess it takes a power outage to show me how dependant upon these things I am. But hey, without electricity, I wouldn't be able to share this blog with the rest of the world.

And that's a good thing.

[Thus endeth Part I of the Blackout Manifesto.]

Following Up

You might remember my earlier post about a possible "Sutton At The Movies" blog. If you don't, where have you been since Friday?

I've put some thought into it, and I've decided to put that idea on hold for right now. I'm satisfied with my current situation, as low-tech as it may be, and until I absolutely need to move, I'll probably stick with Tripod for the time being. A blog or a spiffy "www.suttonatthemovies.com" site would have been nice, but I'm going to stick with what I have for now.

That's not to say that I'll never move or anything like that, but I'll survive with the current situation. So if you don't like it, tough.

Sutton At The Movies: The Blog?

I've been putting some thought into a new project, and I figured I'd make a post about it in order to gauge public opinion. See, I've been considering doing an spinoff of "Sutton At The Movies" on Blogger. I'd probably include my older reviews on it, and it would also be a home to newer reviews and some of my shorter, quickie reviews too.

But what I'd like to know is how my audience feels about it. Do you guys like things the way they are? Would you prefer "Sutton At The Movies" becoming Bloggerific? Either way, I don't plan on ditching Tripod, since I think it serves as a quick index to individual reviews. I just wanted to know what you readers thought.

So "Sutton At The Movies: The Blog" - yay or nay?

The Return of ECW

So ECW's return is complete, as the first episode of their new show aired last night. And I hope I'm not the only one that got the vibe that they were aiming more for the old "WWF Attitude" instead of ECW. They spent more time promoting the Vengeance pay-per-view than they did their own talent. We all know that RVD is going to lose the WWE Title at Vengeance, so there's nothing to really make me care about it.

My disappointment with the show is based on a number of things. One is the fact that taping the show prior to SmackDown is really stupid. A crowd full of 12-year-old kids in Rey Mysterio shirts is absolutely not the right environment for an ECW show. They booed RVD and Paul Heyman, they didn't even react at all to The Sandman, and I'm willing to bet most of the audience had never even heard of ECW until One Night Stand last year.

Secondly, that whole thing with the stripper was insanely dumb. If she's supposed to be a stripper, shouldn't she know how to unhook her bra? Thanks for screwing up an already stupid segment, bimbo. And is it just me, or did she look like a cardboard cutout before she started talking?

This really wasn't very good as a debut episode. Yeah, the diehard ECW fans know who these guys are, but what about those that don't? I'm hoping that once we get past Vengeance, ECW can form their own niche and improve. I'm rooting for them.

Yesterday Never Ends

Fun fact: This is post #400. I've been running this thing for almost five years and I've only gotten up to 400 posts? I need to start thinking of more things to say.

Moving on to other news, yesterday felt like it lasted a million years. I probably would have done a post about it last night, but I was so worn out, I couldn't do so much as turn my computer on, let alone type up a post.

The day began around 11:00 when myself and my usual partner in crime Jason headed off to Lexington to meet someone he'd met on MySpace. Both he and her seemed awfully shy around one another (despite him making attempts to strike up conversations), so we pretty much followed her and her friend from store to store. And I'll just say that I feel enough like a pervert just walking past Victoria's Secret, but it's exascerbated when I actually have to go in there.

A few hours after the Lexington trip, myself and Jason decided to go check out the Anderson County fair. I only got on one ride, but that's only because fair rides and the White Castle hamburgers I had for lunch don't exactly get along. I still had a fun time, even if I had to miss ECW's show to go. I didn't get home until around midnight, but I did have the forethought to set my VCR to tape it. (I really need to get TiVo.)

I'll probably have a post about my thoughts concerning the ECW show later. But until then, dear readers, excelsior.

That Kid Is A Freak

Caught the remake of The Omen this afternoon. I have yet to see the original, so I can't compare them, but I didn't think the remake was awful.

There's a noticeable lack of suspense in the movie. There's only one real scene that generates what could be called "suspense," but since we absolutely know for a fact that it will end horribly, it becomes not a matter of how it will turn out, but a matter of how disturbing.

I'm a fan of Liev Schrieber, but I don't think he lived up to his potential here. He's really good here, don't get me wrong, but I don't really believe the character was strong enough to befit someone as talented as he is. Perhaps he wanted a little diversity on his résumé? Julia Stiles and Peter Postlethwaite are serviceable, and first-time actor Seamus Davey-Fitzpatrick is very creepy. I know the "creepy horror movie child" has become a cliché, but the look in young Davey-Fitzpatrick's eyes throughout the movie proves to be both convincing and unsettling. He only has two lines of dialogue that I can remember, so his performance has to be more physical. And to be truthful, I was convinced.

And while there are quite a few surprising jump scenes (along with musical stingers that will make you go deaf), the movie is merely average at best. It wasn't awful, but I simply don't believe that it will become an iconic piece of horror cinema like its source material. I'll give it a thumbs in the middle with three stars out of my usual five. Though I reiterate that, like always, your mileage may vary.

Victory At Last!

I'm going to take this opportunity to pat myself on the back, because I just completed Resident Evil: Code Veronica X. My final time: seven hours, seven minutes, and 46 seconds. It probably would have been shorter had I not hit "retry" 17 times (since I think the continues are added to the final tally in RE:CV), but oh well, I beat the game.

That last battle was rough, too. The final boss, Alexia, came in two forms: one was a big nasty blob of a thing with tentacles, and it could unleash bugs to attack me. After trying to kill it a good six times, I finally got her. But then the "blob" form disappeared, and Alexia turned into a giant half-human/half-dragonfly that could spit napalm at me. Lucky for me, I managed to pick up a new toy at this point. The game calls the new toy "the linear launcher," but it looks more like the BFG9000 from Doom. And luckily, it has infinite ammo, because I must have fired a good nine or ten shots before I finally hit Alexia. She's a crafty wench, I'll give her that. But I finally hit her, and she goes kablammo. It was a beautiful sight.

And now for the finale. The closing cinematic scenes must have ran ten minutes long, no joke. Not to give away too many spoilers for those of who who may want to track down a copy of RE:CV one of these days, but that Wesker guy can really take a shot. A pipe to the noggin gets shrugged off, a bunch of steel girders dropped on him just staggers him, and a big fireball to the face causes minimal adverse effects; he can hold really his own. I want to see more of this guy in future games, because he's one bad dude.

But I've finally conquered RE:CV, which gives me at least one victory in all six core chapters of the Resident Evil saga. I'm going to go celebrate.

If I Only Knew...

Want to know something that really really sucks? I think I may have to start RE:CV over again from the very beginning. Why? Because of some stupid mistake I made back at the start. See, I was reading ahead in this walkthrough I'm using for assistance, and it says I need an empty fire extinguisher for this upcoming segment of the game. This walkthrough says that in this next section, I'll get some fuel for the fire extinguisher, which I'll need on an upcoming spot. But see, the thing is that I acquired the fire extinguisher back at the beginning of the game, and ditched it immediately after I used it in a necessary spot because I didn't think I'd need it anymore. If I knew then what I knew now, I'd have kept it around.

You know, on second thought... I may not need it after all. I read a little further after typing the previous paragraph, and it says that all the fire extinguisher does is open up a path that gives me a .44 Magnum. As nice and as helpful as a .44 Magnum would be, it sounds completely optional. So pay no mind to all the complaining above, okay?

That .44 Magnum could come in very handy against these bosses I'm about to go up against, but I have half a clip in an assault rifle and a pair of loaded submachine guns that I've been holding onto for a special occasion. Unfortunately, I can't reload the assault rifle and submachine guns since there's no ammo for them besides what they came with. But I'm going to press onward and see what I can do. I really wish I could get that .44 Magnum, but I've done more with less. Hopefully, my handgun, shotgun, grenade launcher, and automatic weapons will be enough.

If I come up successful, I can remedy this situation in my second go-around. Learning from mistakes, and all.

Notes From An ECW Fan

I haven't done a good wrestling post in a while, and I figure now is as good a time as any to do one.

WWE's revival of ECW is in full swing as we speak. The "WWE vs. ECW: Head To Head" show was last night, One Night Stand 2 is Sunday, and ECW's show on the Sci-Fi Channel debuts Tuesday night. But will the new ECW be everything the old one was? I hope so, because I've been an ECW fan for a long time. And I'll tell you why.

The year was 1995. I was an impressionable 13-year-old eighth grader, and I was a fan of what was then the World Wrestling Federation. The WWF's "New Generation" was beginning, and that was really all I knew about pro wrestling: goofy, cartoony gimmicks like garbagemen, hog farmers, hockey players, evil Santas, and fitness gurus. I was a devout reader of Pro Wrestling Illustrated at the time, and I'd read notes of this indy promotion in Pennsylvania that held baseball bat matches, and of some guy named Shane Douglas throwing down the NWA World Title. But I never really paid attention to this group, because if they weren't the WWF, WCW, SMW, or the USWA, I never got a chance to see them.

But after my family got a DirecTV system, I was flipping through the sports channels and stumbled upon this show called "Extreme Championship Wrestling." The name didn't register at first, but at the time, I figured that wrestling was wrestling, so why not watch a little? The first match lasted somewhere around 20 seconds, and featured ECW's behemoth 911 slaughtering former WCW jobber "Jungle" Jim Steele. The segment wasn't much, but the next one was the one that made me an ECW fan.

The match pitted the one and only Luna Vachon against Beulah McGillicutty. Having recognized Luna as Bam Bam Bigelow's "main squeeze" from the WWF circa 1993 and 1994, I quickly assumed that she'd make short work of the not-so-intimidating former Penthouse Pet. But then someone I'd come to know as Raven cracked Luna with a chair as soon as the bell rang, and a three-count later, Beulah was declared victorious. That may not sound like a lot, but it gets better.

Tommy Dreamer runs out and after a brawl, Raven snaps two of Dreamer's fingers. My initial reaction was "whoa!" I'd never seen that kind of viciousness in a wrestling ring before, and it was that moment that made me want to tune in next week and the week after that. I was an ECW fan for life.

What made ECW special was the fact that it felt like I'd discovered something that no one else had seen yet. I didn't know all that many wrestling fans back then, but the two or three I did know followed the more mainstream WWF. It was as if they'd never heard of you if you didn't work for Vince McMahon. Nitro was in its infancy and the NWO's birth was a year away, so WCW wasn't all that well-known in the circles I ran in. And if WCW was unheard-of, you can imagine how small the number of ECW devotees I knew was. (Truth be told, I didn't meet another ECW fan until my sophomore year of high school in 1998.)

ECW's special to me because when I became a fan, I felt like I knew something the rest of the world didn't. It's kinda like being a fan of a particular actor or musician before they hit the big time, then being able to brag you were there first once fame comes their way. That's how I felt about ECW. As a wrestling fan, these three letters are important to me because they represent everything I enjoy about the sport. Whether it be a couple of guys putting one another through tables or cracking skillets over their heads, cruiserweights diving into the third row, or a pair of technical wrestlers having a 20-minute classic, ECW made me proud to be a fan.

It is my sincere desire that WWE's new ECW is successful. Sure, it'll have the McMahon family's fingerprints all over it, but if it can capture the same atmosphere that made me love it eleven years ago, then I'll have no problem with WWE's ECW.

More RE:CV Progress

Once again, not a lot going on. But it's only noon, so I guess things could happen between now and later. Who knows? But while I'm here, why don't I make a little post, hmm?

I made some progress in RE:CV the other day, thank God. I finally sucked it up and made it past the spiders, but now I'm struggling to make it past one of the big bosses named "Nosferatu." I did manage to kill him once, but then I went and got killed right after that, before I could save my progress. Don't you hate when that happens? Yeah, me too.

And that's about it. Out for now.

Wait, What Day Is It?

I'm sure you've noticed that today is 6/6/06. So all you Satan worshippers out there better live it up, because it won't happen again for a thousand years.

In other news, I think I've finally got my tagline number restored to its former glory. I forgot most of the ones I lost before the crash, but I added quite a few, to put me at a grand total of 1203. Try to see which ones are new!

But after getting a little advice, I think I'm just going to keep a copy of my template backed up on my hard drive. Just like the numbers on my feathers, I'd like to have a contingency plan in the event of an emergency.

If this thing's gonna break down, I'd like to have the spare tire ready. Know what I mean?

Five Hours of Work, For This?

Thanks to some kind of snafu, I've spent the last five hours trying to restore my blog's template.

The story goes like this: I went in to add some new taglines, and I discovered that at least half of the HTML, along with about 300 of my taglines, had vanished for no reason. Since I had no clue how to fix it, I had to go in and reset the whole thing. I think I got everything fixed, but I'm still short about 75 taglines. I'm at an even 1000 right now, but I think the number will be back to its previous glory in no time.

I have no clue what caused it, but I just hope this problem doesn't occur again. If it does, there's going to be hell to pay for sure.

Slow Days

Things are as slow as ever around here. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, but I could use a little more excitement around here. I understand it's hard to find cheap, affordable excitement in a town of only 300 people, but I'm sure something could turn up.

Still no RE:CV progress. I'm working on it, though. I'm gonna make it one of these days, you can bet on it.

I'm not exactly 100% sure what exactly I want to review next. I know for sure I'll be reviewing Alone In The Dark and BloodRayne when I get them from Netflix, but I haven't decided what I'll do until then. I have my eye on Jackie Brown so I can say I've reviewed all five of Quentin Tarantino's movies, but what else could I do? I'm thinking about the Ghostbusters movies or the Matrix trilogy, maybe True Romance or David Cronenberg's version of The Fly. I'll have to weed out the list before I really get down to work, but it doesn't hurt to have a few ideas.

And I believe that's all I have for this post. Out for now.

MTV Movie Award Winners

The MTV Movie Awards were taped last night, and since I usually post all the winners and nominees and all that stuff, I might as well post last night's winners. The awards show won't air until Thursday, so here's what you can expect...

Best Movie: Wedding Crashers
Best Performance: Jake Gyllenhaal, Brokeback Mountain
Best Comedic Performance: Steve Carell, The 40-Year-Old Virgin
Best Frightened Performance: Jennifer Carpenter, The Exorcism of Emily Rose
Sexiest Performance: Jessica Alba, Sin City
Breakthrough Performance: Isla Fisher, Wedding Crashers
Best On-Screen Team: Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson, Wedding Crashers
Best Hero: Christian Bale, Batman Begins
Best Villain: Hayden Christensen, Star Wars, Episode III: Revenge of the Sith
Best Fight: Angelina Jolie vs. Brad Pitt, Mr. & Mrs. Smith
Best Kiss: Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger, Brokeback Mountain
MTV's "Generation" Award for Lifetime Achievement: Jim Carrey
"Silver Bucket of Excellence": Spike Lee's 1989 film Do The Right Thing

So there's your winners. Wedding Crashers was a great movie, but I still have a nagging feeling that Batman Begins, Sin City, King Kong, and The 40-Year-Old Virgin got screwed. But at least Christian Bale won Best Hero, because he deserved it. And I haven't seen Revenge of the Sith, but even if he is Darth Vader, I doubt Hayden Christensen is a better villain than Tobin "Jigsaw" Bell from Saw 2.

Overall, though, it doesn't look like all that bad of a show. And outside of Do The Right Thing, it doesn't look as pretentious as the Oscars or any other awards ceremony.

Spiders Are The Devil

I picked up RE:CV again, and I almost made some progress before my hatred of bugs interfered and royally screwed things up.

To set the scene, I'd made it through the hallway with the oversized moth. I'm okay with that moth now, since he's actually pretty easy to avoid as long as you can stay away from this poison dust he sprays. Anyway, I make it past Mothra, and after avoiding a bunch of zombies and rabid zombie dogs, I restored power to the facility I'm trapped in. That's pretty nice, since running around with the lights on is better than with them off. That way, you can actually see the monsters that want to brutally kill you and eat your skin. So the walkthrough I'm following sends me into a particular room to retrieve a particular object, and that's when Spidey makes his presence known.

As soon as I enter the room, I'm greeted by an enormous spider. I fire off a few explosive arrows from my crossbow, but Spidey shrugs them off and keeps heading my way. Before I can either run away or equip my machine gun, Spidey is up in my face. He stands up on his back legs and proceeds to bite me on the neck. I couldn't even see myself, since Spidey was so huge. At this point, I flip out and turn off my Gamecube. I'd rather quit before I let some mutant spider bite my face off. I'm a wuss, I know.

I'll have to think up another plan of attack. Charging in with guns blazing obviously didn't work, so maybe I should be more evasive. Spidey was on top of me before I knew it, so if I'm going to be evasive, I'll have to be quick about it. There's supposed to be two more spiders in this room, but since I barely made it past the door, I'll probably have to be very quick if I intend to survive with my health intact.

Stupid spiders. Why must they torture me so? I can stare down legions of the undead and conquer monsters of all shapes and sizes, but an overgrown arachnid gives me so much grief that I can't even move forward. You win this round, Capcom.

Relaxation, Reviews, Resident Evil

The month of May is in the history books, and now it's time to jump into June.

So far, today has been a lot like yesterday. Really quiet, not a lot going on. Days like this are much welcomed, however, because I could use some rest and relaxation after days like Tuesday. Though I must admit, a few more days like Tuesday would be much welcomed. I have no problem with a little more excitement around here once in a while.

I mentioned a while back that I had a few ideas for new reviews I'd like to write. Following a discussion with a fellow lover of the cinematic arts last night, I added a few new movies to my rather lengthy "To Do" list. I figure I'll get around to them sooner or later, but I don't want to rush myself. You can't rush greatness. Rushed greatness isn't really greatness at all.

I haven't made any substantial progress on RE:CV lately, mainly due to my fear of spiders, especially ones that are the size of small cows. It might be a little silly to be afraid of virtual spiders, but goshdarn it, I hate bugs in just about every form. Maybe that's what Capcom wanted, though. It's a horror game, and these monsters scare me senseless. Those Capcom fellas are a sneaky lot.

That's pretty much all I've got for right now. If I can think of something further, I'll post. Otherwise, I'm satisfied with today's work.