First, I'd like to thank everyone for sympathizing on AIM and commenting on the last post...trust me, that helps my day out a lot. Still need to get a Jones soda, though. :P

It's time I went into wayy too much detail about the tournament. Be warned, about 99% of this blog is DDR-related. 5% more than usual. First, though, my weekend so far.

Friday, it was the same old shtick, but it was one of the best Starbasings I'd had in a while anyway. Thrown into the mix was a webcam we all goofed off in front of, my ninja mask that I wore (make it yourself!) and did Tsugaru to with Jam (actual ninja), and my passing of two Oni courses, Naoki Standard (again) and Soul 6. Okay, fine, they're two of the easiest onis, but still, accomplishing stuff like this makes me happy. Also, I know the obsession with 231 is over, but right after I got a 231 full combo on a song, Chris's Perfect count on his first song was 231. o_o

But "best" of all that night was at the very beginning, where I gave Sophie a late Christmas present--a pair of drumsticks as an..."inside" joke, not knowing that that was her gift to me also for that same joke! XD She and Annie then utterly crushed every bone in my body with a double-team hugnkiss out of nowhere that STILL sticks in my mind at this moment, then scampered off, leaving me gaping and trying to comprehend what got them to do that. Aghh, it all happened so fast...and that was exactly the point. -_-

Video Bob was visibly pissed at the Northgate Mall for getting DDRMAX2 and setting it at such a low price, and I totally understand him...it sucks that he no longer has the only DDR machine in Marin. It's the exact scenario of the corporation taking over the mom'n'pop shop--this Namco run arcade killing the local 20 year old arcade's DDR profits...50 cents for 4 songs, ugh, they must be trying to get rid of him. Unfortunately, I have been having fun going there lately...I've already had all these crowds gather and people ask me all about DDR and how I know the arrows backwards. Friday still means Starbase for the atmosphere, though, and boy, do we ever pump a lot of money into there on those nights.

Finally got around to learning the tabs for Simple and Clean lately...yess...playing along with it is the best.

Last night, I went and saw "Chicago" along with (surprise) Sophie/Annie/Conrad, and was blown away by how much I actually ended up liking it. Heheh, I had this giant grin on my face for most of the movie--it just got me feeling goood. Maybe it had to do with all the legs, legs, and more legs (it was funny, this little kid next to me was restless and bored in his seat the whole time), but everything in it was stylish, dead-on, and very entertaining. I'm so glad I got invited to see it, since I probably wouldn't have gone otherwise. The free tickets Conrad obtained didn't hurt either. :P

And now, last week's Saturday.

That morning, I simply lay in bed, propped on a couple pillows, watching one full screen freestyle video after another from a gigantic playlist I set up. Yes, this is how Gowdey prepares for a tournament. >_<

Arrived at the 'Base early with Brad at around 11:00--we were pretty much the first ones there. I warmed up with Sky High, then did some Kind Lady/Pu'cho Faith in Me freestyle...I still can't get over what a songlist Extreme has...Tyler and Friend then arrived, and then WrathX, who I met at the Rohnert Park tourney. Then Justin (aka Squigger, this is the last time I'll say that :P) and Chris got there with a crapload of free DDRinks for everyone that day--Gatorade, Mountain Dew, Rockstar, and Red Bull. EVAR.

After most of the other entries showed up, the qualifying songs for Perfect Attack were announced--new-to-Extreme-songs that none of us had practiced (Hold On Me, Memories, Blue Impulse, Tears, and Cartoon Heroes). IMO, the qualifiers were wayy too unbalanced, as the last 2 songs are damn-near impossible to PA well (Justin tried Tears for the hell of it and...didn't do too well). Everyone except 5 of us chose Memories...let's just say having to listen to Paula Terry back to back to back wasn't too fun. Jeff, Bryan, Bryan H, and Kevin M all did well on Blue Impulse, but I then chose Memories, full comboed it with 19 Greats, and qualified 2nd. :P The top 8 were moved into our own bracket, leaving the 4 below to duke it out later.

After that, it was time for the freestyle division to start. Fortunately for me and my nervous self (and I'm not sure if they even let you do this in regular tournaments), Chris gave the freestylers about 15 minutes for practice, so we all got to do a few exhibitions. Nothing was too spectacular, as we all wanted to keep our Secret Eating Moves for our real routines (Bryan and I did the good old Cutie Chaser backwards), but it loosened us up. WrathX did Kind Lady doubles, which was my EXACT song for the tournament, argh. >_<

  • WrathX was also the first to go, and despite his not feeling too well, he put on a good performance to Spin the Disc doubles. I'm glad he could come down that day, being one of the only freestylers in Rohnert Park and all (as I saw from his exhibition at Scandia).

  • After much coaxing, Bryan ended up entering freestyle and did his wigguh routine to Let the Beat Him 'Em ~Classic RnB style~. Luckily for him, Adam had bought this ridiculous green spotted pimp hat that day, with a fedora and a label across the front reading "GANGSTA". So along with that hat, sunglasses and his baggy sweatshirt, Bryan got some bonus points for his outfit. The crowd ate it up, and he was probably the fan favorite that afternoon. We even yelled out "WUT?!" at the right time (read the FAQ).

  • Next, I figured I was ready, and stepped up to the big stage to pick Kind Lady on doubles. Interestingly enough, the only nerve-wracking part was actually pressing the button to pick the song. Even though it was probably the biggest crowd I'd freestyled in front of (maybe the exhibition I did at Scandia was bigger), I felt completely at ease during this...when you're competing, you just don't care how stupid you might look. At one point I got a "GO, DISCO!" yell, hah. I only wish I had done more arm moves and a better ending, but eh.

    And get this--after it was done and I had gotten the applause that I'd always wanted to hear since I'd first gotten into FSing, I found out that I didn't get recorded. I STUPIDLY forgot to tell WrathX how to switch the mode to "camera"--BHAGHGHAGH. Now, granted, there's a video of me doing Kind Lady doubles on the Starbase site (redesigned!), but that's just an exhibition I did afterwards just to give people downloading it a taste of what the real one was like. The routines are pretty similar, actually, except I didn't grab the bar in that one embarrassing part that you'll see in the video. Still, here I am, improvising for all to see. Get DIVX 5.03 to watch it.

  • After me, the Asian guy in the white shirt and cool strap-covered pants went up, and I thought he looked familiar from somewhere. When the tournament was over and I watched his video after, I realized "HOLY FOCK IT'S BENJI WHO'S ON DDRFREAK". I didn't expect there to be any DDR "celebrity freestylers" at a local tournament like this (how to be one: Get your video in the DDRFreak videos section :P). Benji said after that he and the other Bryan hadn't had much sleep the night before (I like his other two from Hi-5 better), but he still flowed really well with some nice ravar techniques and fluid arm motions...I was worrying about my place after this one. By coincidence, the After the Game exhibition I did on doubles was the winning song of the Hi-5 tournament Benji's video was taped...um, yeah.

  • As if I wasn't worried enough, Bryan H. went up and picked one of my favorite songs to do on Heavy, Silent Hill. I immediately thought "oh, a J-Dogg-ish, no-arms sliding routine, I have nothing to worry about, that's old school freestyle". But he made me eat my, uh, thoughts. I still remember being floored the first time I saw some thugs do this routine at the Metreon--this guy topped them...he just had everything down--watch his skill here.

    After the last song, Chris came up and announced that he and Justin didn't expect the quality of the freestyle to be this high--he almost awarded 1st place to Bryan (Groza), but took some other stuff into consideration. The judges went over the scoresheet for about 5 minutes and finally decided a "winner":

    "Captain Canadia, you had some incredible moves in there...and Bryan H, you were by far the most prepared going into this."

    So we tied for first. Here's where it got a little unfair--instead of us splitting the money or something, Chris asked the audience (is that still on?) to cheer loudest for who they wanted to win the most. Now I had a posse of the DDR club and Drake on my side, and Bryan had a couple of his friends, so needless to say, it was a totally unfair decision and I ended up winning. =D

    PA time after that--Chris picks a song for two people each round, whoever has the most Perfects wins. The crowd got worked up at the songs and mods Chris chose--it was hilarious seeing and hearing their reactions and having no idea what was going on since our backs had to be turned to the machine.

    After some intense dancing (got a high A on A, yay), we had a few rounds involving "distractions" chosen out of a hat. One was a singalong to It's Raining Men, which was memorable...next time it should be Captain Jack, though--more people know the words. :P Bryan surprisingly knocked out Squigger in a song that I forget, Jeff killed my ass at Cartoon Heroes on Sudden (I HATE SUDDEN), but I then beat Kevin on "i feel...", with Chris messing with the volume as another distraction. This left Jeff and I in the finals to face off. It was just too perfect, and yes, I mean that in a very homosexual way.

    If he won once, he was winnar; I had to beat him twice in a row. Let's Get Down was our first song (new "challenge" steps for a 1st mix song, yay), and to make it damned frustrating for both of us, Chris had the entire audience yell out various chants the whole time. I heard everything from "LETS GO GIANTS *clap* *clap* *clapclapclap*" to stuff from other DDR songs ("HOI, THROW YO HANDS UP")...it was chaos. I could barely stay on beat and keep from laughing, and barely edged out a win.

    What was more perfect than the best of friends facing off was the last song Chris picked, INSERTiON (meant in a NON-homosexual way). Jeff and I each have the rhythm to this down pat, and what's more, we got the arcade to be completely silent, with the only sounds being this song and our machine-gunning feet...and uh, that pinball machine that goes "OKAY BUDDY, PULL OVER". Chris dimmed the lights randomly as a slight distraction, which only made things more dramatic when set to this song. I ended up winning--I think missing only one--and claming my second title that day...the prize money in all was 55 bucks, and I couldn't have been happier. Brad then owned the "lower" division, making for a Canadian sweep! Hah!

    All in all, the tourney was everything I wanted it to be and more. Chris, Justin, and Eric (WrathX) all did a perfect job at running the thing and keeping everybody happy. The only things missing were O-Yama of Rohnert Park and Sophie, who had an even better day than me at the Alternative Press Expo in SF. It was just bad timing date-wise, whatever, there will be more tourneys at Starbase. =)

    After, Bryan, Brad, and the leftover Drake people stayed inside, and I re-did that Kind Lady routine as best I could to put online. Hannah (who arrived too late for the distraction songs, unfortunately) went insane outside while I kept a safe distance and geeked out with Brad as we did some White Boy Freestyle to Mr. T. Had this been a big-time tournament, we all would have gone to some place like Denny's and been really loud and obnoxious, but I guess that's a coming attraction.

    Spanking of future tournaments...Bemani by the Bay (aka B3) at the Riptide Arcade in Pier 39 is coming. It's a freaking huge 2 day Bay Area tournament, partly run by a mod from DDRFreak (so you know some amazing people are going to show up :P), and it's only around 20 minutes away. Er, distance wise. It's really in Spring Break. Chris is pushing for me to enter both DDR divisions (there's also Beatmania and DancemaniaX), but I'm just a tad intimidated. I mean, okay, maybe I'm considered "best FSer in Marin", but this is just Marin, nothing near the Golflands or SF, which have the calibur of people who will be entering this. I haven't decided what I'll be doing yet, but I do have time to make some progress by May...or at least work another routine out. I also need some tighter shirts in my freestyle wardrobe.

    Uh, moving on.

    Indogutsu wants you all to download this plugin for Winamp called Highly Experimental. Ever wanted the entire soundtrack of a Playstation game, but never had time to Kazaa the whole thing? They're available here in this new PSF format, and at a very modest download sizes. If you have trouble, you can contact him on AIM at BigTsuRM2K for help.

    update: I'm listening to the Chrono Cross soundtrack right now, and it's in unbelievably perfect quality. Get this plugin!

    That's enough for today...wow, I think I covered everything. Go see Chicago with some friends, it's great. :)


  • >> posted by CaptainCanada at 2/6/2003 02:01:38 PM

    Tournament info fun will have to wait another day, sorry.

    Usually when I have a fucked up day, I keep it to myself and pretend like nothing's wrong.

    ...

    Oh, fuck, who am I kidding? More than half the time, I whine about it to all of you until you log off or go to eat dinner and heave a sigh of relief that you don't have to hear from Whiny Gowdey anymore. Usually it's about Nathalie, but this time, thank god, it doesn't even touch on that yet.

    The day starts with mom yelling at me for making her late, as usual, for finishing a paper in the morning that I stayed up until 12 to start. I got 3 hours of on and off sleep. Yes, I'm a procrastinator, don't say a fucking word.

    I stay silent in the car ride up (god, I need to get my fucking license next month), then have to give a boring little half-asleep presentation in Government.

    AP Lit, surprisingly, turned out to be the best period of the day. I actually turn in the homework, say something in class, and Schmitt relates a lot of the other students' points to mine. Boy oh boy, I can't wait to find my C- has moved up to a C by the end.

    Break, Steve and I talk about how many girls he's talked to in the last three weeks. Or rather, he talks to me about how many girls he's talked to in the last three weeks. I listen and occasionally have to say "Hi" to whoever goes "GOWDEEYYYY" in the halls. Which is every 15 seconds or so.

    Guitar comes next, I continue working on the notes for "Simple and Clean"...one day I'll start practicing the tabs to it.

    Orchestra comes next. I AA Fugue in G Minor, go me.

    Lunch, and I rush to Misco's room with the film club's digicam. Jesse Brownstein is working on his movie for the film festival, so I can't dump any of the footage from Saturday's tournament onto the computer and upload it. Fuck.

    AP Listen-to-Quinby-gleefully-wear-you-down-with-cute-phrases-and-fucking-hard-French. Actually, it's not hard work--I'm just a fucking terrible French student whenever she gives us AP test calibur work--I was handed back an essay today that got 2/9 on the AP scale...or 6/27 in her book. ("Seriously, James, if you wrote something like this on the AP test, the proctor would give you a 0.") Maybe she's preparing us, maybe she isn't, but all I know is that my French vocabulary is so fucking weak that I'll be lucky to get a 1 out of 5 on the AP test (said by some to be the hardest of all of them).

    Journalism. I normally don't mind cute girls with a loud mouth, but this girl Alana isn't even cute. And to top it off, she has a mouth that's roughly the volume of a fucking fire engine. She's celebrated over "achieving" a 3.0, then spent the rest of the period complaining about her future when she finds out that she's destined for a community college. She's one of the most obnoxious and bitchy girls I've ever seen in my lifetime. If you know Carly Caveney, think of it as her on speed. Think of her as bitchy and as self-centered as me right now...now picture somebody who's like this every day of the week.

    Oh, that's still me. Never mind then.

    So today, it's more of the same. I move into the lab to work on my blog (which is being pushed aside for this whiny rant), she moves in as well. Combined with Jon Kluger, an even louder and more dramatic guy in the class, and Eric Duran, who agrees with everything Alana says and acts laid back and says "sheeit" a lot, Journalism has turned into the most hellacious and unproductive hour of my day.

    I go to see my school therapist after 6th period ends (and Jesse is STILL doing his fucking film in Misco's room). She rings up some psychiatrists, we talk more about parents and school. I still haven't brought up Nath to her. I break down, the session runs overtime, I miss my bus and my ride. Luckily, I get some bus money from a random track friend. Those "GOWDEEYYY!" guys are good for something, occasionally. :P

    ...ugh, I need to lay off them.

    Anyway.

    So all's not as bad as it was before (although still pretty depressing...I had to talk to Keith at the bus stop), until I step off of the bus, walk about 100 yards, and realize that I LEFT MY FUCKING $50 CALIFORNIA STATE CHAMPIONSHIP SWEATSHIRT ON THE BUS. My ONLY memorabilia from the biggest accomplishment of my life, making it to the state cross country championships, and it's probably being jacked off into by some fucking homeless guy right now. How the FUCK can this day get any worse?

    Mom and I chase what we thought was the same bus coming down the opposite route, except it wasn't, and my best bet is now to wait at the bus stop by my house and wait to see if the next bus has a sweatshirt on it.

    Half an hour later, I come home after waiting in the cold at the bus stop, having nothing better to do than re-read chapters of my AP Lit book, only to find out the line switches buses, and the bus with my sweatshirt...who knows where the fuck it is.

    Then, just when things couldn't get any worse, I come home, freezing, flop onto my bed, pound on it with my fist some, and hear a CRACK...

    ...then the mattress and I *FLOP* down a little.

    ...get up, and see that the beam on my motherassfucking bed just broke. The same spot I kicked it a few weeks ago.

    So now I have a gash in my door and an unusable bed. Dad got a punching bag recently and will put it up this week--things are looking up for my mood swings. I am a fucking nutcase.

    Anybody want to do a "fuck count" here?

    Here's your reward for reading through all this, BTW: Simple and Clean PlanitB mix, full version.


    >> posted by CaptainCanada at 2/3/2003 06:23:43 PM