I might hear some GNR influence in the next one (November Rain specifically).  I wonder where 
Shoji Meguro, Atsushi Kitajoh, Ryuta Kozuka got their influences.  Meguro specifically is a cut above.  No lyrics in the next one, but I had to put it on here.  Remember the "final battle"?  It's called The Almighty (the huge eye boss following Adachi's spaz).
 

  ...and there is always this next one.
 
I remember watching the Endurance Run and trying to catch the words.  Of course, with the low sound it was hard to hear, but Youtube has allowed me to recapture these songs with words (like I said, way too much time on my hands). 
 

  
 
 You may not know this, but there is a pretty big fan base for the P4 music and possibly more interesting is the people that make funny versions of the hard-to-understand lyrics. Here's one of those funny lyrical interpretations of P4 (eh, Vinny?):  

  Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed it, those of you who like the game.  Meanwhile, I'm gonna go listen to some more P4 music. 
 
Now where is that P4 music CD I've been looking for?  Really, I had it here somewhere.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Got this cool shirt today.  Japanese and all that.  Also got an Atari shirt today that's pretty awesome.  That's for a later post.  
 
Funny thing is is that this new store opened near me that carries a lot of the older stuff, paraphernalia-wise.  I asked the dude on duty if he had some Neo Geo stuff.  He said that he didn't, but  I'm totally on the list for the merchandise if it comes in.
 
Can't wait for something great to come in.  In 2003, I traded in all my old video game stuff for money.  It's amazing what a desperate person will do for electricity bills.  Long story short, I have tried for several years now to rebuild my old collection after selling it all for a few hundred bucks.  
 
It's nice to know that I got another NES ((completely with new inside parts (refurbished)) with some awesome games.  I had Star Tropics, Metroid, all the usual suspects.
 
It was his last system in store.  Couldn't believe my luck.  Now I'm on the list to get an SNES if it comes in.  I also asked him about a TG-16 and other systems.  I want those back as well.  Have to get back to owning all of the lesser known ones.
 
Pretty much, I'm grateful that a mom and pop store like this opened up in my county.  BTW, a Game Stop opened two years earlier two doors down from this store.  I wonder how this small business will succeed next to that.

Driving away last night, the rear view of my workplace melted into the black. Though I hadn't said it, I was thankful to my shift-manager for this and for that. Busy as we were, the final partings' sweetness much outweighed the bitterness.

A turning page is what came to my mind's eye as I drove. Sometimes that happens when certain events come to a close. Picture a book, great and somewhat tattered, pages sweeping by relentlessly until the last texted leaf leaves with a minute wisp of air across the face. Once again that last page assumed itself an end to a chapter but not the final conclusion. Only blank pages followed.

Our lives are much like a book, separated by events and themes. Though I will most likely not return for another shift with my former coworkers, I will always recall my time there, much of it happily. Sometimes it's sad to lay down the pages and its bindings, but one must realize that further writings typically await.

Some claim that destiny is manifested by the holder of the quill. That's probably somewhat true, but I doubt that the ink disclaims any dictation. We may try and try, but we will do only as well as our circumstances provide. The chapters sometimes prove very harsh regardless of our attempted, positive interpretation of them. Then again, we often get lucky as well even when we effort nearly nothing.

Nonetheless, I conclude my time there with the acknowledgment that a new chapter begins, one that I hope adds new stories and memories, good and bad. Hopefully, this chapter reads even better than the last; hopefully, this chapter creates in itself memories that will easily be recalled without having to search too hard through those dilapidated pages; and hopefully, the quill will prove mightier than the ink, but I'm willing to accept the opposite.

What I hope most is that the pages that closely precede The End are far and away. If that's the case, almost any conclusion will suit me.

You know, I've grown accustomed to my little friends outside on the deck....

Many times over this summer I've walked out onto the deck with my dog and looked up beyond the overhang to the sky, or I've often watched the neighbors smoke their cigarettes and gossip about who knows what. I've watched the planes fly over every night. It was interesting watching the formations sometimes; I'd bet those planes were military, but I don't know for sure.

Contrarily sometimes people would pass below. Since I'm on the second floor, they usually didn't know I saw them. It's a weird feeling sometimes watching people that don't notice you, isn't it?

On the same perspective, the lady who lives below me is an old you know what who complains about the simplest of noises. Walking on eggshells can drive a person crazy after a while, but with enough effort and management, it's possible to remain sane. Solace is nearly impossible though.

Tonight after work, I walked out onto my deck to reflect on not only the day but my time here where I live. We have chapters in our life, and moving to a new place often provides us a conclusion for what just was.

Many of you know that when the time comes to move from an apartment, the landlord must inspect. Mom and I knew this inspection was coming, and my mom had stated several times that we needed to clean thoroughly. I agreed wholeheartedly. Who wants to lose a $350 deposit? ...and so...

Stepping through the door tonight after work, I saw how entirely Mom had worked her butt off sprucing the place up all day. Immaculate. Heck, from the entrance I saw that the microwave had a nice sheen to it, and that thing is primarily plastic. The apartment smelled like a new coat to boot. I couldn't help but smile.

Thanks, Mom.

Something was different however. I almost immediately noticed that the screen door to the deck was open. Not a big deal really at the time. Later that night, I realized why.

When I stepped onto the deck to stare across at my neighbors' potential smoking habits or wait for the usual passers-by, I suddenly became aware that my summer nighttime buddies were absent. I didn't see the snowflake-like uniqueness; I didn't mock the stupid moths that deservedly flew to their own deaths; I didn't get the chance to cause disturbing reverberations by blowing profusely on the webs and watching those small creatures move about confusedly.

All of the spiders and their webs were gone...except one.

I imagined that Mom had dealt with them accordingly earlier that day during chore time, but somehow despite this one's broom-to-the-face rejection, he felt it necessary to rebuild in the moonlight. Though all others were gone, he somehow managed to make his insignificant comeback there on the corner of the porch's overhang. Granted, when I saw it, no insignificance manifested especially when I noticed the spider from his web had a small insect casting a shadow on the wall next to my shoulder. Victory, I suppose.

In a way, I felt a bit of a Fare Thee Well. ...but you're right. It's just a spider who knows nothing more than nothing. Perhaps like you, I'm a human who grants meaning to anything when possible, and tomorrow I must start moving some boxes. I've packed some clothes and many old keepsakes thus far.

My hurdles are imposing for a dude such as I. Believe me, I've got them, especially coming up. I hope that I find the courage of my deck buddy. He overcame a true giant you could say.

Being close to family proves difficult for me, and I'm going to be right in the mist, Dian Fossey style . I've not got the greatest of self-esteems. I'm working on it though. School starts in a week. It's now or never as far as I'm concerned. As so many have said, this is your (reasonable) last chance.

In case you were wondering, the current passers-by are carrying a keg to the apartment beside me. Too bad I'm growing up and don't party anymore. Maybe the spiders at my new residence will be boring and instinct-driven enough to like my occasional company and wooden overhangs. We'll see.

You know, when a person signs up for any certain position where there might be understandable obligations for the most part, that person should:  Come to work when scheduled, do the job as best as possible, don't leave co-workers hanging (you who've had a job might know what I mean), don't make rumors when you feel inadequate and need to displace blame, etc. 

When a fellow co-worker fails to fulfill any or all of these (or more) listed, it bugs me.   Trust me, I'm not Mr. Job Perfect; I almost always give the benefit of the doubt (I really do), but there comes a time when the excuses grow tiresome beyond remiss.

This leads me to my non-PC question/comment  of the day:  Why for the most part do these potential work concerns nearly always involve women?  I've noticed a trend.  Maybe I'm wrong...maybe stereotypes don't have some merit, but I believe that the opposite of the latter comment on stereotypes holds enough truth to at least warrant some consideration.  I just ask those of you reading this to consider your personal scenarios in life.  Keep an open mind nearly always, but never forget that personal scenarios help create what you believe.  It's a balance that intelligent and honest people must weigh.

If you have a story involving men who were terrible co-workers, let's hear it.  Trust me, I've got some grand ones myself.