Yesterday, Ghostlightning did a post about how it’s possible for him to like a show that he did not enjoy, and to conversely enjoy a show that he did not like. I at first decried this as impossible for myself – after all, I’m known for not putting up with things I don’t enjoy – my enjoyment seems to be intrinsically tied to what I do or don’t like. However, I mulled around with the thought and realized that, holy shit, ‘like’ and ‘enjoy’ are two totally different things, and then I finally cracked open on something I’ve been fighting for a while. I’ve always hated the way that people often declare ‘their favorites’ as separate from what they consider ‘the best’ anime. And now I’ve stumbled on the real meaning of those dual-lists – it’s a difference between what you ‘like’ and what you ‘enjoy.’
In this continued story of my Pokemon journey, you could say that today was the time for my character development. A lot of emotional devastations were dished out and I had to rise over many mountains. But first, let’s talk Pokewalker.
I can't even make a snide comment, this is awesome.
By the way, in the time before he went to bed, my brother couldn’t beat Whitney. He actually traded in Pokemon from Diamond just to get the job done and still almost lost. Anyway, the space between Goldenrod and the next town is almost all nonstop trainer battles, but there are also some very interesting side attractions for the curious. I am of course talking about the new Pokeathalon center, which is basically meant to be a sort of Pokemon Olympic games. I’m not even going to talk about it here, though – there is so much stuff you can do here that I could write a feature-length article about it – I suggest looking it up yourself if you’re trying to live the game vicariously through my posts, lol. I played a quick round at the dome, and it was fun, though I was confused as hell. I can see blowing a lot of time here in the aftergame.
Every time I’ve beaten a gym so far, 3 hours have passed. So I’ve currently got about 9 hours on the game. When I woke up at 4:45 or so today, I went and asked my brother how far he was – like me, he had just beaten the second gym and rival encounter – except he had only been playing for about 2 and a half hours. Obviously I am the slowest gamer ever, though I still beat Whitney before he could. By the way, my bro is naming all of his Pokemon after Gurren Lagann characters, and named his rival ‘Rossiu’.
And so, the journey continues. First thing I did after handing Faulker his ass was head to the ruins, which are a fun little sidequest type thing, though it appears that you need Surf to do anything there besides catch Unown. I caught one and named it ‘INOWHOUR!!‘ and then, as per the genius idea of @Canon2D, caught another one named ‘UNOWNWSHER‘ (sadly, character limit denied the full effect, but still fun.) Those Unown were all I caught between then and now, because I have a plan to only catch Pokemon that I will want in my ‘finalized team’, so rather than train other Pokemon that I will just put away in the future, I will just build up the ones I have now that I plan to hold on to.
It’s no stretch to say that I was raised on Pokemon. I was in fifth grade when Gold and Silver came out, and my brother and I received them respectively. Silver was amazing, because it was all the awesomeness of the first game with twice the length, and this time with some actual storyline going on behind the scenes, which was awesome. When Ruby and Sapphire came out I just couldn’t get into them, being as they had somehow gotten shorter again and the world and new Pokemon weren’t as interesting as before. In the years since R/S the only Pokemon game I played was Red, which I stopped playing when all of my friends got way the hell ahead of me and I started to lose interest. However, now they’ve remade my favorite game in the franchise, so it’s time to pick up Ye Olde DS and relive my childhood! And I’m blogging it because I finally have an excuse to blog Pokemon and be current!
I wish I could honestly say that there was no genre which I didn’t enjoy, but that is sadly not true. There are two genres that I am not a big fan of: political stories and mystery thrillers. It’s not that I outright dislike these genres – there are works from each of them that I enjoy, although none that have a chance of being one of my favorites. If I like them, it’s for reasons other than those that tie them to their genre. The reason that those two genres happen to be my least favorite is that I have a problem with what we call ‘plot’.