Nestor’s Cola

So I started playing Wanko to Kurasou because I saw it on /jp/… more out of boredom than any other reason. I’m not a furry, closet or otherwise, but I’ve been wanting to play a good game for a while. Having motive, opportunity, and plenty of free time, I went through the necessary steps and installed the english patch. Let’s stop here for a second.

Some games’ english patches are difficult to install, awkward, or require you to jump through hoops. everything was smooth this time through.

Moving on to the story side, you’re a guy that doubles as a teacher. You’ve got a checkered past and lots of free time. You don’t particularly want a pet. But you get one, and she’s a helpless moe-blob of a dog girl.

It’s a decent read, though not particularly gripping. I guess it’s targeted at the furry/ closet furry audience and I’m just not receptive. But Mikan is cute, though.

I’m going to try to add more when the game is 100% translated.

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I’ve finished the Nadeshiko route and overall it’s a drag. The game plays like a slice of life with a variety of small climaxes; again it appeals to more of a furfag furry audience. It seems to me that Nadeshiko end is a diplomatic end; the happiness isn’t particularly palpable and the end is well, it’s sort of mediocre. Still waiting for Risa end.

You know, I never actually got around to playing this game until just yesterday. i mean, it’s been sitting there for years, mute and staring at me with somewhat accusing eyes. I mean, it’s a classic, right? I got around to it last night while waiting for another game to download.

So, I tried it out. I really like the menus; they were intuitive and easy to move around. the choices were a little silly. No, they were really silly. Not quite a throwback to the older menus that were time consuming to navigate through, (I’m looking at you, Three Sister’s Story) but … a half-step to the easy to follow menus I love and am familiar with. The stor4y was ridiculous. I’m supposed to care about a violent nutcase? She’s totally not my type! I’ll tell you who was my type, though, and I really was disappointed with her ending: Rika Shiraki.

 Even though Rika was wholly under your magic, there was a certain sweetness to her behavior that the anime failed to deliver. In the anime, she was mindless, a lust-powered fuck puppet. In the game, there’s a certain amount of innocent sweetness. She’s kind, devoted (of course) she’s sweet, attentive, and altogether a desirable woman- completely different than the anime portrays. If I wasn’t in love with her when I cast the spell in the game, I was in love with her later. The game failed to deliver; a mediocre and unrewarding ending was all I got.

I feel a better usage of Rika-chan would have been to keep her as an alternative girl to Imari, outside the scope of magic. By avoiding the temptation of magic, you gain the opportunity to pursue her. Bah.

As I stated before, Imari was wholly unlikable. In the anime she had some sweet qualities; in the game she was violent, rude, petulant, pushy, and totally undesirable. After I hooked up with Rika and she walked in, she went ballistic. It’s ridiculous how inept and jeuvenile her responses were- if she wasn’t at all interested in me (and there was never any sort of ‘dere’ vibe from her) or, alternatively, if she wanted to remain my friend, she should have been more accepting of my relationship and accepted the fact that I only saw Imari as a friend and not as a desirable woman.

I haven’t yet completed the game, but I don’t really want to. the one girl I desired had a … mediocre and unrewarding ending; the others can rot in shit for all I care.

I propose that irregardless of the physical existence of the individual, a societal existence is wholly reliant upon societal recognizance. To wit, if no one in your society knows of your existence, you don’t exist. The society typically has measures in place: citizenship, birth certificates, census, taxes and tributes, educational and employment records, marriage records, and death certificates and notifications. Identity is clearly and obviously established only through societal recognition, irregardless of your own individual accomplishments. Who would acknowledge your society-given rights if you had none of the aforementioned documentation? There is at no point in your involvement with the society when there isn’t a clear and obvious placement within the society, so therefore, the society creates recognition and acknowledgement, bringing us full circle: the society creates your existience.

“Laws come from people when the need arise(s)” And this is true. Refer back to my earlier statement: “Organization of a society means rules.” The individual in any given society has a vested interest in said society, but there exists a need for rules and regulations that establishes a clear-cut delineation between what is good for the society and what poses a detriment to said society. To wit: killing another member of the society threatens the existence of said society, therefore it should not be sanctioned.

From this we can derive several things: Firstly, the individual (further termed citizen, for brevity)  that has a vested interest in the survival of the society would be appropriate in creating and enforcing the jurisdiction of the society’s influence. To wit: If you contribute to the society through service, deed, donation, or merit, then you have the right to propose laws.

Secondly, the aforementioned citizen has the right and responsibility to enforce the laws through corrective action and the propagation of information. To wit: reporting a crime, and educating your offspring on what constitutes a crime and why they should avoid such activities.

Finally, the citizen also has the right and responsibility to dispose of laws. Rulings that are outmoded, contradictory, or destabilize the society should be corrected and resubmitted or removed outright.

In conclusion the valuation of a citizen is the ability to propose how they should be governed, enforce that government, and change or nullify the governing of the society in order to protect and ensure the survivability of the society.

Going forward, we’ve determined that a citizen is a valued member of the society he inhabits because he contributes to its well-being. Therefore the question “Does man exist to serve society, or does society exist to serve man?” is rendered almost meaningless; the symbiotic nature of the citizen and his society answers the question clearly. The man protects and provides for the continued well-being of the society he inhabits and in turn the society protects and provides for the well being of the citizen. The caveat being that the society is much larger than the individual and thus ultimately more important than the individual.

To be continued in Part Three: The Society

“That’s one of the things that’s always fascinated me. The Question, “Why are we here? What’s our reason for being?”.” –Douglas McBride

For starters, humans are animals. Awesomely sophisticated animals, but animals nonetheless. Therefore our reason for being would be to live in the world and to reproduce; the same as any other animal. We eat, sleep, hump and shit the same as every other animal, therefore on an animalistic level; we are fulfilling our responsibilities and obligations as animals, in the animal kingdom.

Moving up to the next rung, we come to Intelligent Animals. While this is more hazy, I believe that as an intelligent animal, our responsibilities also include the accumulation and propagation of knowledge, information, intelligence. For the most part we follow this concept. It’s been proven that each generation is successively smarter than the previous. It’s essential for us to do this for us, in fact, because we have abdicated natural evolution in favor of technological evolution. Rather than growing thicker pelts, sharper claws and teeth, stronger legs, we instead arrest the process by inventing clothing, eating utensils, and all manner of transportation. This provokes a differing form of evolution, though. Our lifespans are longer, our braincases are larger, we retain more information. To better propagate knowledge and intelligence, it must be shared. It’s the same reason most animals reproduce: survivability. If you teach someone to fish, the knowledge of how to fish is passed on- you can die, knowing that someone else knows how to fish. They can in turn pass on that information. Thus we add another rung to the ladder of existence: organized society.

A society that is led and directed can organize and disburse information, knowledge that is vital to the survival of the society. As an example, if you were to decide to create a society that existed in the arctic, it would behoove you to tell your constituents to dress warmly, else wise survivability would be impossible.

Organization of a society means rules. Codes of conduct. Laws, codes of conduct, mores, values, theologies and history help establish a functional society, providing a skeleton that supports the creature that is society. A society without ordered structure is anarchistic and will eventually consume itself.

Setting aside such abstract concepts as theologic and philosophic ideologies, we come to the point: What is our purpose? Our “Raison d’être”, so to speak? Strictly speaking from a societal sense, our reason for existence falls within several categories simultaneously.

First, we must fulfill our animalistic responsibilities. We must birth, grow, develop, reproduce, and die.

Second, as intelligent animals, we must learn and in turn teach to propagate our knowledge.

Finally, as members of society, we must contribute to the society’s survival, we must protect the society’s welfare, we must learn the society’s values and knowledge, and promote these things to our offspring.

To contribute to the society’s survival, we have jobs to fulfill, roles to perform, responsibilities to embrace. To protect the society’s welfare, we must be concerned with the growth and development of the society as well as be aware of external influences that affect the society’s internal functions. The valuation of the society’s beliefs and passing them on to the next generation ensures the survival of the society with the next generation.

In discussing the structure of society and the nature of society, one must consider the existence of one who is a part of the society; that’s for Part Two: The Citizen.

(Special thanks, respect, and other such awesomeness go out to OLF, i.e. Olf Le Fol, for his help with Part Two: The Citizen and Part Three: The Society)

“Relive three of the best Japanese love-sim games ever brought out for the English-speaking market, with the new JAST USA Memorial Collection. A compilation of three of the best-selling games from JAST USA on one CD-ROM, you get Three Sisters’ Story, Season of the Sakura and Runaway City, all for one great price. All three games have been totally redesigned with a great new game engine that provides many new extras for bishoujo gaming fans.
The totally new game engine support anti-aliased graphics, new background features, and more!”

What I’ve seen so far: Well, It installed easily on XP SP3 on a high end system with a 1920×1200 monitor. the menus are easy to pick from. I started with (of course) Three Sister’s Story. I had a copy of the game some years ago but couldn’t get it to run (my technical expertise being substantially less than it is now) and now with this reissue, the game of course runs fine. I found the menus to be annoyingly complex, but unrewarding- it’s hard to get immersed in (what sounds to be) a good story when you’re brought back to the menus, over and over again, forced to make the same asinine choices over and over and over… I haven’t uninstalled it yet, but at the same time I haven’t been inclined to play, those menus are daunting. We’ll see how it goes.

Review incoming:

I’m typing this post from an unreleased Dell system, the Dell Latitude e4300. This system is (part of) a launch line, the “e” series. If you follow the Dell naming cconventions, the previous (and still supported) Latitude line is the D series. The E series is supposed to have more enhanced functionality and less fluff, more efficient battery life and more power with portability.

I’ll tell you this right now; the 4300 is a pretty respectable launch in the subnotebook (not compared to the smaller ultraportable line to be later launched) it’s lightweight and discrete; It’s delightfully functional but unpretentious.

For Office Outlook users, (2k3 and greater) there’s an interesting feature very similar to the “MediaDirect”, called BlackTop. For those not in the know, MediaDirect allows home users to play multimedia content (music, pictures, movies, DVDs, etc) without having to boot the full OS. Blacktop is very similar in concept in that it boots outside of windows, but it gives access to email, etc without having to boot the full OS. instead it (apparently) uses a lightweight Linux distro. Confusing, because it has to be initially configured in Windows and you have to have a Outlook 2k3 client or greater to use it.

This 4300 is pretty solid: it boasts a 2.26 GHz dual core, has 2 gigs RAM, 160GB hard drive and runs Vista with no real issues. The ControlPoint software collects all the wireless functionality into an easy to use and interact menu, controlling bluetooth, wireless, and cellular broadband within a mouseclick (or function button).

Pretty sweet, kiddos. Get one of these babies with a CompleteCare warranty and take it on the road. it’s very not bad.

Nestor

“Why is it that a weaker person has to attach themselves to someone stronger?”

I’m not talking about the deferrence that comes from a Dom/ sup relationship, I’m talking about the … fuck-stupid and godawful parasites you see shmoozing up to anything that seems remotely stronger than them. You see them here and there, fundamentally broken people who don’t understand the concept of independent action and the value of self-worth.

I recently found myself in a debate with one of these people about the nature of their issue. What follows is portions of the debate that i had with them.

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I installed and started playing Yume Miru Kusuri again, but not because of Aeka’s route. Admittedly, I love Aeka’s route, she’s so wistful and filled with a certain sadness. Refer back to my statement months ago that if i met this sort of girl in real life I wouldn’t give her the time of day; however in reading and experiencing her story, I can’t help but feel moved to be all big and strong and protective. She’s a sweet girl, albeit not terribly bright.

You know, that brings me to a point I’d like to make. Back in the day, I was raised by my mother country to believe that all men and women were created equal. When I went out in pursuit of a mate, I originally had the expectation that I would find someone that is equal to me. lo and behold, that’s not the case at all. Setting aside my chauvanistic perspectives, I found that there was no actual equality, because the staggering differences between the two genders make equality impossible. men and women are wired differently. There is no equal value- Dammit, I lost the original point. Tangents. Bah.

Getting back to it, i ran through Mizuki and Nekoko’s routes looking for a particular scene I couldn’t place, and ended up falling a little for Nekoko. She reminds me a bit like Aeka; both have their own escape mechanisms, Nekoko’s just happens to be a bit… bizarre. Mizuki I can’t deal with; I just can’t get to like her at all. Nevermind the fact that her hoohas are the size of water barrels, her personality is about as flat as your adorable imouto’s chest. There are a couple of times during the end that you feel for her, but by and large I can’t stand her. I did like the flight, and the balcony scene and her actual ending. the rest is crap. Aeka, though. Oh man. She’s such a sweetheart, and she invokes a similar response that Yumemi Hoshino invoked when I ran through Planetarian. (In before CLANG CLANG CLANG and “The Junker lived!” “Bullshit!”)

This rumination all reminds me I need to play through Ever17. Never got around to it, dammit.

One of the things I keep coming back to is Chauvinism and Misogyny versus Feminism and Misandry.

I can’t help it. As a student of Life, as an observer of Humanity, i can’t help but study this shit. Having some free time (though it’s at 1:27am, so I can’t call anyone) I did some thinking, some reading, and some serious sit downs with a couple friends and a few cigarettes. Well, maybe more than a few cigarettes. when the old brain starts churning, I tend to smoke and not taste it.

“I feel that ‘man-hating’ is an honorable and viable political act, that the oppressed have a right to class-hatred against the class that is oppressing them.” Robin Morgan.

There’s no logic that can ever be derived from that crap.

A woman I spoke to about the “Feminist Message” that they put out to women told me quite clearly, that the message they’re sending isn’t so much “Let’s be equal with the males” it’s more along the lines of “Let’s employ psychological terrorism on our male counterparts. And to do that, we need to use those same techniques on our fellow women so that we’re all on the same page.”

Even Lifetime, the television station that bills itself as for women, frequently shows movies about insane, irrational women. Women who steal babies. Women who kill pregnant women, rip out their babies, and claim the infants as their own. Women who stalk their ex-husbands. Women who kill their ex-husbands and their ex-husbands’ new wives. Women who can’t have babies, go nuts and shoot elementary school students. Women who are depressed. Women who are depressed and suicidal. Women who are victims.

These are Empowered Women? Role Models? Before you go shitting your rhetoric, think long and hard about this: Sure there’s an opportunity to go out and find honest-to-god feminist ideologies that don’t stomp and trample on men’s rights, we’re far more inclined to prop our feet up and click on the boob tube, so whose message is getting out more?

Women like a good fight but only on their conditions, and those conditions are rarely expressed to their partners. Emotions eventually take over. The novelty of a tough girlfriend wears off. She either expects him to change his ways - her ultimate goal, even though the reformed abuser will bore her to tears — or he will pay the price. A whipped man is a man who garners no respect from his woman, but an aggressive man is a man who will awaken to find his bed engulfed in flames.

Men can’t win. Here’s a tube of AstroGlide. Use it, and save yourself the hassle of a relationship.

But men get off easy. They can go home at the end of the day, forget that real-life women exist, and jerk off into a sock to thoughts of acquiescent whores. I’m a woman, and the hypocrisy displayed by women affects my standing in the world. I can’t avoid them. I can’t ignore them.

Kinda sad when your own gender throws mind games about like this. I’ll touch more on this subject in a second.

Feminism now equates womanhood with motherhood. “Women’s issues” revolve around extended maternity leave and lactation rooms, expanded date rape laws and increased funding for abused women shelters. It’s not about women demonstrating that their skills and talent rival those of men. It’s about milking their victim status, while simultaneously claiming to be equals. Even feminists accept that there are differences between the genders.

I’m a guy, so these privileges they’re clamoring for mean diddly shit to me. If they want ‘em, fuck. I don’t care. as long as it doesn’t infringe on my work, wages, or daily life.

Feel. Nurture. Empathize. Care. Preserve. Yet, the majority of children who are abused or killed felt the sting of mommy’s hand and verbal taunts. The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world, a feminist will proudly proclaim. And it’s true. Men rarely become serial killers because their fathers abandoned them or beat them senseless. They usually become serial killers because Mommy dressed them as girls or made them lie in their urine-soaked sheets for hours as punishment. Statistics show this. An absent or abusive father might cause a man to become a thief or a one-off murderer, but it takes a mommy to make a man twisted.

Now here’s where we step back to that point where I mentioned we’d talk about mind games, psychological terrorism, and feminism. Women have been and always shall be, more social then men. They go to the bathroom in groups, trade sacred family recipes, breast feed children that aren’t theirs, and establish pecking orders. There was one study shown where girls in kindergarten immediately set up a hierarchy amongst themselves; including who was to be excluded. I remember reading where a handful of girls around the age of 4-7 walked into a restaurant and asked the waitress “Can you sit us away from her? We’re not talking to her right now.” and singled out another girl. Guys really don’t do shit like that. Hell, we’re not terribly social.

Women claim that they want equality, but they still want to be coddled. They pout and stomp their feet when their boyfriends take too long to buy a $5000 diamond ring, but they cry out that they “don’t need no man” when their boyfriends refuse to deal with an unexpected pregnancy. Is it any wonder that men don’t know what the fuck women are about? Contrary to what directors of women’s studies programs would have us believe, women are not tools of the patriarchy. Women are the patriarchy. Women are their own worst enemy. They place themselves in positions where they need an authoritative figure to rule them. Their inherent nature makes the patriarchy necessary. They want to join the Army. But they don’t want to be in combat. They want to join the police force. But they don’t want to meet the same standards as men. They want to go to college. But they don’t want it to be too hard. College standards have decreased over the years. At some institutions, a score of 82 is considered an “A-.” This coincides with women becoming the majority on college campuses. Coursework is dumbed up because administrators reason that women are too weak and inferior to grasp difficult material, and college women lap it up. Women have the benefit of attending college, but they also have the benefit of still being looked at as damsels in distress who need a little extra help.

At this point, I’mma remind y’all that the italicized parts (except where noted that come from ) come from a woman friend I talk with on occasion. She’s more inclined to point these things out to her male compatriots than she is to communicate with her feminist friends; there’re those that would simply say that “she’s just trying to get in on Guys good side” and you know what, I’d agree with you. Why not, when the current ‘feminist’ (read: misandric) movement is declaring an outright war against anything with a penis?

Women want it all, but they don’t want to take responsibility for any of it. They want a career. But it can’t be too challenging or harmful to their self-esteem. They want husbands. But they can’t be sensitive or abusive. They want to enter institutions that were previously reserved for men. But they want lower standards. They want kids. But they don’t want to have to care for them exclusively. They want to have sex. But they want the right to claim it was rape if the guys don’t call them in the morning. They want men who will care for their kids. But they won’t let the men care for their kids because they don’t do it properly, and they reserve the right to bitch that the men don’t do anything to help.

Come to think of it, women have no idea what they want.

My ever-intelligent son made mention of this:

male issues left unattended to by a society scrambling to shore up the problems of its majority. Check the fucking census. There are more women than men. This societally enforced sexism is that of a majority against a minority.

This calls to mind that there was a essay about… maybe five or six years back about how serious testicular and prostate cancer were, comparatively speaking versus Breast Cancer, and the fact that while for every one woman that loses a tit to cancer, six men fucking die from those cancers that receive no sponsorship, no commercials, no public education, and little in the way of government funding and awareness.

I’m a guy. I don’t particularly like or even care for ‘Feminists’. Well, unless by ‘Feminist’ you mean ‘extra feminine’, but I don’t think you really mean that. Personally, I’m chauvinistic. Not in the sense where I’m an arrogant in your face asshole, beating you down with my terrible testosterone-powered pants paladin of perpetual pleasure; (haha, think I’ll save that for my own Zimmer) but instead along the lines of clearly delineated roles. In my mind, girls are, well, girly, and guys are, well, guys. I don’t know whether or not it’s a bad thing or even if it’s a good thing, but that’s my own particular perspective. I don’t care if you’re fucking empowered, or if you’ve got a goddamn diamond clitoris. You’re a girl, stand over there and look pretty. Do ‘girl’ things. I don’t mean cook and clean and fucking watch the ballsweat from my fucking drawers, I can do all that shit myself, and have been doing it for the past fucking decade. I mean fucking be a girl. Also, please make with the worship of the Terrible and Mighty sofa-sized sweaty sexual swashbuckler. (fuck, I’m on a roll with the zimmer shit. :3)

My point is we as men and you as women both need to shut the fuck up and maybe take everything back to formula. provided we can operate without grudges

Women carry grudges in their very genes. It’s a genetic imperative to hold a grudge.

we can start to come together and get along. Yin and Yang; alike, but different.

Final words from the women’s side:

As long as men cater to the whims and destructive nature of women, men will continue to bury their rage and become the sissy-boys women don’t really want. If you wish to help the woman in your life, knock out her front teeth. She’ll thank you after you’ve served your time.