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Aksys localizing cute 3DS RPG Moco Moco Friends ⊟ 

It’s so cute. This fall, Racjin’s 3DS game Moco Moco Friends, which I did not notice at all when it came out in Japan, will be released in the U.S. by Aksys. 

“An exciting twist on the adventure RPGs, build your skills and amass loads of cuddly monsters to become the ultimate Moppet Master! Battle against your rivals, scavenge items, venture through massive dungeons, evolve your Moppet monsters, and travel with your companions across the magical realm of Dreamtropy!”

So like a stuffed animal Pokémon? I still can’t think of anything to say about it but “cute,” but that’s one of the best attributes for a game to have. So I’m looking forward to seeing more about it as its fall release approaches.

BUY New Nintendo 3DS XL

anonymous asked:

Joseph, you're very unorthodox. Who -or where- do you get it from?

JOSE: “Ehh, well, let’s… call it a matter of perspective and priorities, shall we?”

I am so, so greedy.  Not only do I want Daniel Sousa to be “the husband” and he and Peggy to have adorable moppets, but I want him there in future MCU stuffs.  I want Antman and the Wasp to have more 80s flashbacks featuring Hank Pym, Peggy Carter, and her partner-in-crime/adoring husband. (I want him and Hank to sass each other!!)  I want the Winter Solider to remember a run in with a man who was shockingly good at fighting with his crutch.  I want Sharon Carter to fondly discuss “Uncle Danny”. I WANT ENVER GJOKAJ ON A DAMN MOVIE SCREEN. 

Predictions for Wreck-It Ralph 2
  • Someone on the internet’s gonna call Ralph a “small town boy” or something because he’s from an arcade 
  • Internet cafes will be presented as literal cafes where video game characters go to hang out
  • We’ll also see train stations twenty times as big as Game Central Station because of how vast the internet is 
  • Moppet Girl will appear again, playing a game on her computer at home, and she’ll spot Ralph again in a place he shouldn’t be 
  • Ralph will at some point experience what it’s like to be a character whose movements are controlled by the gamer and he’ll hate it (he’ll actually feel sorry for Felix for the first time in his life) 
  • An Undertale character will make a cameo and everyone will obsess about it 

I took some shitty pictures of my Oma’s dolls.

The one on the left is Stanzë. After a lot of research I think she is a reproduction of an Armand Marseille doll from the 19th century. I love her face. She used to have two huge old glue stains on her cheeks. I got them off with water and baking soda. Baking soda is magic. It gets smells out of fabric bodies, it gets stains out of bisque. Baking soda is the boss. I also cleaned up her glass eyes, washed her everything, sanded off her eyebrows, re-sewed her arms on, sun bleached her dress and bloomers, glossed her lips and teeth, and switched her wig with the girl on the right. I’m tired.

The one on the right is Moppet. When she came her wig (the brown one I switched to Stanzë) was falling over her eyes. It was a little moppish, hence Moppet. She is completely unmarked, and I cannot find her sculpt online. She also got the baking soda treatment, but she had no stains on her face. I shined her eyes, sewed her arms back on, washed her everything, sunbleached her apron, and switched her wig with Stanzë. They both look better in each other’s hair.

Four dolls fixed up. Six dolls to go.

The goat, of course, is a widely recognized symbol of Satan, and the presence of Black Philip is but one of many winking horror tropes that Eggers skillfully puts into play here: Between the bad-seed moppets and the ruined harvest, the mysterious disappearances and the frightening instances of animal misbehavior, “The Witch” is rife with intimations of inexplicable evil, of something deeply twisted and unnatural at work. At the same time, the film grippingly ratchets up the family tension on multiple fronts, to the point that it could almost be read as a straightforward portrait of emotional and psychological breakdown — exacerbated by the parents’ certainty that every setback is a test from the Lord. “Place thy faith in God,” William instructs his children more than once, though the implication is clear that unchecked piety, far from warding off demons and monsters, can merely wind up creating new ones in their place.

The result plays like a sort of cross between “The Crucible” and “The Shining” (which Eggers has cited as a key inspiration), with a smattering of “The Exorcist” for good measure. But in peering ahead to the Salem trials, “The Witch” also faintly echoes Michael Haneke’s “The White Ribbon,” another drama in which the forces of patriarchal repression and the cruel realities of agrarian life will exact a devastating future toll: We’re watching not just a private tragedy but a prequel to a larger-scale catastrophe, sowing seeds of suspicion, violence and fanatical thinking that will be passed down for generations to come.

At the same time, Eggers isn’t content with a strictly rational interpretation. He seems fascinated by the lore and iconography of the period (written accounts from which directly shaped the film’s archer-than-thou dialogue); by the terror and superstition that flourished in the wake of widespread starvation, illness and infant mortality; and above all by a grand tradition of supernatural horror filmmaking that has long preyed on those specific fears. If “The Witch” is ultimately a cautionary tale of Christian belief run amok, it also seeks to give the Devil his due — to illuminate a collective paranoid nightmare by blurring the line where grim reality ends and dark fantasy begins. (emphasis mine)

Yes, Virginia, the film really is that brilliant - and absolutely deserves nods to Miller, Kubrick, and Haneke.


Meet the Moppets! Mount Holyoke’s coolest all-student band from the 1960s, the Moppets played all over the East Coast by driving from gig to gig in their hearse (affectionately named “Giraffe” for its long neck). Dig the photos in this LOOK magazine spread, especially the shots of the band in front of Williston Memorial Library and practicing the MHC tradition of “gracious living”!

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Variation - Wednesday, October 17, 2007 - By Brian Botfly


Laffer’s a loser as writers’ strike looms. Will net pull skein from sked? Time will tell if this snoozer can become a sleeper hit, but for now it seems to be more of a yawner, and no clicks with crix who hope execs in biz nix quick. Despite bad buzz, show preemed socko, but sampled blotto, as fans were fast to ankle after boffo bow. Solons at web are in a huddle over how to moppet sitch. Word is heavy retooling led what was once a game-shifting dramadey into a pit of poorly penned and pitifully perfed bathos-as-pathos, and […] Cuddlywhisker’s prod shingle dashed hopes to quietly reshuuffle the card back into the net’s deck. Sources spill the big brass not eager to double down and reup after initial six-ep ord. Big black eye for all involved, and raises new and troubling questions about top-liner Horseman, whose performance can only be described as perverse and often baffling.