Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Old News

I'm 23, so of course I was old enough to vote in the 2008 election. Did I vote for Obama or McCain? Neither, I voted for...



Abraham Lincoln!



Unfortunately, Abe didn't win.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Thoughts on Danger by Design

It's Day Six or so of my blog, and I'm already having trouble thinking of what to blog about. I was going to write about the books I'm reading now, but I realized that's just an Uncle Wiggily book and The Return of Sherlock Holmes, so I'm not sure what'd I could say.

So instead, here are some thoughts on Danger by Design. The end of the game surprised me, because the culprit didn't appear when Nancy found the lost artwork. I mean, in most of the other games, when Nancy finds the treasure, the culprit shows up and attempts to steal it. That's what happened in Treasure in the Royal Tower, Legend of the Crystal Skull, Secret of Shadow Ranch, Message in a Haunted Mansion, and okay, pretty much every Nancy Drew game with a hidden treasure. But in Danger by Design, nobody notices that Nancy found some lost artwork.

I guess it makes sense in a way, because only one character knew about the lost artwork. But still, it seems kind of odd. Nancy goes far out of her way to solve the mystery of the lost artwork, and nobody notices. Poor Nancy. All that work for nothing. I feel kind of bad for her now.

The end was also a surprise, because it only mentioned two of the characters. What happened to the other three characters Nancy met? I'm surprised that their storylines weren't wrapped up. But I guess that's good news, because it means I can make up endings for them!
  • Heather ended up marrying Dieter, and they named their first daughter after Nancy.
  • JJ Ling ended up becoming Australia's hangman champion.
  • Jean Michel ended up spending so much time at the restaraunt that they named it after him.
  • Five years later, Hugo Butterly was still British.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Locations for Ransom of the Seven Ships

Our friends over at Her Interactive have released some new information concerning Nancy Drew: Ransom of the Seven Ships, which is being released this July. Specifically, they've released a list of the various places on the island in the game.

1. The Shark Diving Ecotourism Resort - Tucked into a protected cove, this hideaway is a prime vacation spot for thrill-seeking Carribean tourists.
2. Shark Cove - A secluded beach on the southern side of the island, named for a rock formation off shore that resembles a shark's dorsal fin.
3. Sangre Beach - The only beach on the island that has pink sand. Located on the western side of the isle, this is the site to go for picturesque sunsets.
4. Bat Steep - The highest formation on the island has multiple caves where the local bats live. It's a climber's paradise.
5. Monkey Center - This was once the main site for the now shuttered Dread Isle Primate Research Behavior Center. The island's troop of vervet monkeys still live here.
6. Blue Hole - Located in the center of the island, Blue Hole is so named because it is exactly that--a hole in the middle of the island that is filled with brilliant blue water. It is large enough that it can easily be seen from the air.

Very, very interesting. There's clearly an animal theme going on here, what with two places being named after sharks, one after bats, and another after monkeys. I'm guessing this means we'll be seeing some animals in this game, which is okay by me, because the animals we've seen in other games (LouLou the parrot in Curse of Blackmoor Manor, the orca in Danger on Deception Island) have been rather good.

I'm curious about this Blue Hole, though. Why did the fact that it can be seen from the air get mentioned? Is Nancy going to be flying an airplane in this game? Or is she going to fall down the hole into water? Remember, the preview at the end of Nancy Drew: Haunting of Castle Malloy showed what appeared to be a water-filled cave. And that can't be Bat Steep, because that's at the top of the island, where water usually isn't. Hmmm....interesting!

Professor Snaglefoompus

For a school project, I wrote a series of stories about a person named Professor Snaglefoompus. He's a professor, but not a very good one, because he cares more about going to buffets than teaching. Since the stories are rather funny, I thought I'd put them up here for everyone to read.

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Shakespeare Class

Professor Snaglefoompus usually teaches only on Thursdays, and lets his assistant Rob teach all of the other days. However, one day, Professor Snaglefoompus decided to teach class himself, even though it was a Friday.

"Rob, I'll be teaching class today," Professor Snaglefoompus said.

"Okay," Rob said, because he was a little tired of teaching.

"Great," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "What do the students need to learn today?"

"Well, I was going to teach them about Shakespeare," Rob told him.

"BORING!" Professor Snaglefoompus said. "You'll put all the students to sleep with that stuff!"

"But the class is really interested in it," Rob said. "We've been reading Romeo and Juliet, and everyone is looking forward to seeing how it ends.

"It ends on the last page of the book," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "All books do. You should know that, Rob."

Rob sighed and sat down in a chair. "Okay," Rob said. "Go ahead and teach the class."
"Good," Professor Snaglefoompus said. As soon as the class arrived, Professor Snaglefoompus began talking.

"I understand you've been learning about William Shakespeare," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "I don't know why you'd learn about Shakespeare in a math class, though."

One of the students raised her hand and said, "Professor Snaglefoompus, this isn't a math class. This is a Shakespeare class."

"This is a Shakespeare class?" Professor Snaglefoompus asked.

The class nodded.

Professor Snaglefoompus laughed. "Nice try kids! Shakespeare died a long time ago! He can't possibly be teaching this class!"

The girl who raised her hand cleared her throat. "I meant that it's a class about Shakespeare," she said.

"Yes, of course," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Now then, Shakespeare was a writer who wrote many things during...um...during the...hmmm...during the course of his life. He wrote most of those things on paper. Everybody got that?"

A small boy raised his hand. "Professor Snaglefoompus," he asked, "Are we going to read Romeo and Juliet today? I want to know how it ends."

"Why, it ends on the last page of the book," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Didn't you know that?"

"But Romeo and Juliet isn't a book," the boy said. "It's a play."

"Ah, yes, plays," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Shakespeare wrote a lot of plays which are all the same, except they have different names and characters and dialogue in them. Everybody got that?"

Everyone in the class stared at each other.

"Oh my, you look confused," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Let me explain. 'Dialogue' is what you call it when someone talks in a play. Plays usually have a lot of dialogue. Well, I think that's enough learning for one day. Class dismissed!"

All of the students left the room, still looking confused.

"Whew!" Professor Snaglefoompus said. "I'm really tired from all that teaching!"

"But you taught for less than five minutes!" Rob exclaimed.

"I know," Professor Snaglefoompus said, "and it was hard work. You can got go back to teaching class again tomorrow."

"Okay," Rob said.

"Make sure you do a good job," Professor Snaglefoompus warned. "I noticed some of the students were confused by the material I went over in class today."

Ernie Greengold

Most of Professor Snaglefoompus' students like having him as a professor. They think he says funny things, and they like how he gives everyone a free buffet on Wednesdays. However, there is one student who doesn't like Professor Snaglefoompus at all, and that student's name is Ernie Greengold.

Ernie used to like Professor Snaglefoompus, until one day when Professor Snaglefoompus made everyone in the class write a poem for a grade. When Ernie got his poem back, he found that he got a "B+" on it.

Ernie was mad about his grade, because he thought his poem was really good. He decided to ask Professor Snaglefoompus about it. After class that day, he went up to Professor Snaglefoompus and said, "Professor, why did I get a 'B+' on my poem?"

"Because that's the grade for your poem," said Professor Snaglefoompus.

"But I think it's a really good poem," said Ernie. "I think it should have a higher grade than a 'B+'."

"Let me read it," said Professor Snaglefoompus. Professor Snaglefoompus grabbed Ernie's poem and read it. "Hey, you're right," he said. "This is a really good poem. It's too bad you got a 'B+'. You should have gotten an 'A'."

"Really?" asked Ernie.

"Yes," said Professor Snaglefoompus.

"Thanks," said Ernie.

"What?" asked Professor Snaglefoompus.

"Thanks for agreeing with me about my poem," said Ernie. "You're going to change the grade now, right?"

"I can't do that!" said Professor Snaglefoompus. "The grades have already been entered into the grade book!"

"Can't you change them?" asked Ernie.

"I could, but I don't know where the grade book is," said Professor Snaglefoompus.

"Then how did you put the grades in the grade book?" asked Ernie.

"I didn't," said Professor Snaglefoompus. "My assistant Rob did. He does all my grading work."

"Can't you ask Rob to change the grade in the grade book?" Ernie asked.

"No," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "I'm the only person who's allowed to change grades in the grade book."

"Well, then why can't you change the grade for my poem?" asked Ernie.

"Because I don't know where the grade book is," sighed Professor Snaglefoompus. "I believe I just told you that."

"But you just said I deserved an 'A'!" cried Ernie. "I need to get an 'A' on my poem, not a 'B+'!"

"Don't worry about it," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "There are more important things than grades, like going to buffets. Speaking of which, the English Club is holding a free buffet soon. I'd better hurry there, so I don't miss it!"

Professor Snaglefoompus then ran out to go the buffet, leaving Ernie alone. Ernie frowned and then growled. "Stupid Professor Snaglefoompus!" he said. "I'll get my revenge on him, if it's the last thing I do!"

From then on, Ernie Greengold hated Professor Snaglefoompus, and swore that he'd be a horrible student until Professor Snaglefoompus changed his grade to an "A".

Ernie had to be a horrible student for a long time, because, as it turns out, Professor Snaglefoompus doesn't have a grade book, and never did.

The New Student

One day, Professor Snaglefoompus’s assistant Rob gave one of Professor Snaglefoompus's classes a test. "Before we start class, everyone needs to finish one of these," Rob said, passing out exams to everyone.

The students groaned. "Are you giving us a quiz?" one of them asked.

"Nope," Rob said.

"Is it a test, then?"

"Nope, it's not a quiz or a test," Rob joked. "It's a mixture of the two! I call it…a quest."

Professor Snaglefoompus jumped out from the corner where he had been sleeping. "A quest!" he shouted. "We're going on a quest?!"

"No, Professor Snaglefoompus," Rob sighed. "I was just making a joke. See, when you put the words 'quiz' and 'test' together, they make 'quest'."

"I love quests!" Professor Snaglefoompus said with glee. "Do we have to slay a monster? Find a hidden treasure?"

"It's just a geography quiz, see?" Rob said, handing Professor Snaglefoompus a copy of the test. Professor Snaglefoompus read the first question, which was "Where is Cincinnati located?"

"AHA!" Professor Snaglefoompus shouted. "So it's a quest to find Cincinnati! Let me get my quest helmet on!"

Professor Snaglefoompus ran to his desk, pulled out a banana-shaped helmet, and put it on. "Okay, class," he said. "Does anyone know where we can find Cincinnati?"

"In Ohio?" asked one of the students.

"No," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "That's just silly. If we're looking for Cincinnati, we need to search for it in the phone book! Does anyone have a phone book?"

No one did.

"Egad!" Professor Snaglefoompus said. "No one has a phone book?! That means now we're have to find Cincinnati and a phone book! We're on a double quest! Follow me outside, everyone!"

The class followed Professor Snaglefoompus outside, because they didn't want to take the test. They all walked along until they met a mailman.

"Good day, sir!" Professor Snaglefoompus said.

"Why are you wearing a banana on your head?" The mailman asked.

"That's not a banana! It's my quest helmet!" Professor Snaglefoompus said.

"It looks like a banana to me," the mailman said.

"An insult!" Professor Snaglefoompus exclaimed. "You must be the evil knave who has stolen Cincinnati! Return it, now!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," the mailman said.

"Very well," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Then you force me to use the age-old secret weapon of professors: lectures." Professor Snaglefoompus reached into his pocket and pulled out a copy of Moby Dick. "Let's discuss Melville's use of symbolism," he said.

"NOOOOOOO!!!" screamed the mailman. "DON'T GIVE ME A LECTURE! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!"

"Melville begins his book with an anecdote about the power of nature wherein—"

"PLEASE STOP!" the mailman begged. "PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

"Yes, please stop!" Professor Snaglefoompus' class said. They all had their hands over their ears, but they still didn't want to be anywhere near a lecturing professor.

"Okay," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "I'll stop if you tell me where Cincinnati and the phone book are."

"I don't know anything about a phone book," the mailman said, "But I know that there's a family called the Cincinnatis at 1274 East Ridge Avenue. Maybe you could go there."

"I will!" Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Thank you for your help, Mr. Mailman. Come on class, we're going to 1274 East Ridge Avenue!"

"What?" the class asked, because they still had their hands over their ears.

"I said we're going to 1274 East Ridge Avenue!" Professor Snaglefoompus said.

"What?" the class asked again, because they still had their hands over their ears.

"I said we're going to 1274 East Ridge Avenue!" Professor Snaglefoompus repeated.

"What?" the class asked again, because they still had their hands over their ears.

"Oh, just follow me!" Professor Snaglefoompus said. He started walking to 1274 East Ridge Avenue, and the class followed. When he got there, he knocked on the door.
A woman answered the door. "Hello," she said.

"Is this the Cincinnati home?" Professor Snaglefoompus asked.

"Yes," the woman said. "Who are you?"

"I'm Professor Snaglefoompus," Professor Snaglefoompus said.

"That name sounds familiar," the woman said. "I think I've heard of you somewhere before..."

"I'm very famous," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Now, do you have a phone book?"

"Yes, I have a phone book," the woman said, confused. "Why do you want to know?"

"We've finished the quest!" Professor Snaglefoompus said.

"Quest? What quest?" the woman asked. "And why do you have a banana on your head?"

Professor Snaglefoompus smiled. "It's my quest helmet, and...wait, aren't you Maria Cincinnati?"

"Yes, that's my name," the girl said, still confused.

"Weren't you in my class twenty years ago?" Professor Snaglefompus said.

"Hey, you're right!" Maria Cincinnati said. "That's why your name sounded familiar! I just didn't remember that you were my teacher when I was a girl!"

"Well, I did," Professor Snaglefoompus said sternly. "I also remember that you didn't turn in your spelling homework for a week."

"I had the chicken pox!" Maria exclaimed.

"That's no excuse," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "You're going to have to repeat class with me this year, young lady."

"But I graduated years ago!" Maria cried.

"No buts, Maria," Professor Snaglefoompus said, waving a finger at her. "I'm going to have you re-enrolled in my class this instant."

Professor Snaglefoompus turned to his class. "Guess what, class? We have a new student!"

Everyone cheered.

Philsophy Class

The next day, Professor Snaglefoompus gave Maria Cincinnati a seat in the back of the classroom. Maria was still upset that she had to be in Professor Snaglefoompus' class for another year.

"I'm too old to be going to school!" Maria told Professor Snaglefoompus. "I graduated years ago!"

"You're just nervous because it's your first day of school," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Don't worry; I'm sure you'll be a great student."

"But I'm not supposed to be a student!" Maria said.

Professor Snaglefoompus wasn't listening. "Luckily, I thought you'd be nervous, so I made preparations to have Jenny Blackenship be your student guide," he said. "That's her right there."

Professor Snaglefoompus pointed at the girl sitting next to Maria. The girl smiled and waved at the two of them. "Hi Professor!" she said. "Hi Maria!"

"This is ridiculous!" Maria exclaimed. "I don't need a student guide! I need to leave the class!"

"Sorry, but I don't allow bathroom breaks during class," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "You'll have to wait until recess. Now stop talking during class."

"Class hasn't started yet," Maria said.

"Yes it has," Professor Snaglefoompus said.

"Not it hasn't," Maria said. "You're not doing any teaching."

"My assistant Rob teaches all my classes," Professor Snaglefoompus explained.

"But you're the professor," Maria said. "You are the person who's supposed to teach class."

"Not according to rule number three," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "You can ask your student guide about it."

Maria sighed. "Jenny, what does he mean by 'rule number three'?" she asked.

Jenny sat up straight in her seat. "Professor Snaglefoompus has three rules," she said. "The first rule is that there are no puppet shows allowed during class."

"That's a weird rule," Maria said.

"It's a good rule," Professor Snaglefoompus corrected. "One time, I got amnesia after a tragic puppet show accident. I made puppet shows against the rules to make sure that wouldn't happen again."

"Rule number two," Jenny continued, "Is that on Wednesday, everyone has to bring in some food so we can have a free buffet. And rule number three is that Professor Snaglefoompus teaches class on Thursdays."

"So you see," Professor Snaglefoompus said, "I can't teach class because today is Tuesday."

"You can teach class today," Maria said. "The rule says that you teach class on Thursday. It doesn't say you can't teach class on Tuesday."

"Hey, you're right!" Professor Snaglefoompus said, jumping out of his chair. "Hold on a minute, Rob! I'm going to teach class today!"

"Um, okay," Rob said. "Today, we're learning about reading."

"Reading?" Professor Snaglefoompus asked. "That's silly! Why do the students need to learn about reading? All of them already know how to read! I'll teach them about philosophy instead!"

"Philosophy?" someone asked. "What's that?"

"It's a class where people ask difficult questions, and everyone tries to figure out an answer," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "I'll show you how it works. Does anyone have a question that's hard to answer?"

Ernie Greengold raised his hand. "I've got a question," he said. "Why haven't you been fired for gross incompetence?"

"Because I'm a great teacher," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "That's easy. Philosophy is about things that are hard, like love or goodness or juggling. You need to ask about something like that."

"Okay," Ernie said. "I pick love. What is love?"

"That's easy," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Love is a four-letter word."

Ernie frowned.

"Professor Snaglefoompus, have you ever been in love?" one of the students asked.

"Once, a long time ago," Professor Snaglefoompus said.

"Please tell us about it," the class begged.

So he did.

Wendy Snaglefoompus

Professor Snaglefoompus began his story. "I fell in love when I was a college student. Back then, everyone called me Professor Snaglefoompus."

"Why did they call you a professor if you were a student?" Jenny Blackenship asked.

"Professor is my first name," Professor Snaglefoompus explained. "It's a good first name, too. You see, most people have to work for years in order to become a professor, but I didn't have to do any work at all."

"That explains a lot," Ernie Greengold grumbled.

"Quiet, Ernie," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Since college prepares you for a job, our teacher asked us about what kind of jobs we wanted to have. The girl next to me said she wanted to be a teacher."

"Is that the girl you fell in love with?" someone asked.

"Yes," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Her name was Wendy. Wendy Snaglefoompus."

"Why did she have the same last name as you?" someone asked.

"I'm not sure," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "I figured it was just a coincidence. Anyway, she moved away the next day, so I didn't get to tell her that I loved her. In fact, I never saw her again."

"That's kind of sad," someone said.

"I know," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "I became a teacher because I hoped I would meet her at a teachers' conference, but I've been teaching for over thirty years, and I haven't seen her even once."

"That's really sad," someone said.

"The worst part is that all the other people in my family have fallen in love," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "My parents have fallen in love, my grandparents have fallen in love, and even my sister Wendy has fallen in love."

"Wendy is your sister?" Maria Cincinnati asked.

"I think so," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "I mean, I've never asked her, but we live in the same house and everything."

Maria sighed. "I mean, your sister is named Wendy Snaglefoompus, and the girl you're in love with is also named Wendy Snaglefoompus?"

"That's right," Professor Snaglefoompus said.

"Don't you think that's a little odd?" Maria asked.

"No, it's just a coincidence," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "You can ask her about it if you don't believe me."

"How can we ask her?" a student asked. "She's not here!"

"Good point," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "I'll make sure to invite her to class tomorrow."

The next day, Professor Snaglefoompus brought a woman to class with him. "Class, this is Wendy Snaglefoompus," he introduced. "You know, my sister."

"What?" Wendy Snaglefoompus asked. "You don't have a sister!"

"I don't?" Professor Snaglefoompus asked.

"No!" Wendy Snaglefoompus said. "You don't have any brothers or sisters!"

Professor Snaglefoompus frowned. "So you're not Wendy Snaglefoompus, my sister?"

"Of course not," Wendy Snaglefoompus said.

"But if you're not my sister," Professor Snaglefoompus said, "Why do you live in the same house as I do?"

"Because I'm your wife," Wendy Snaglefoompus said. "We got married over thirty years ago."

"Really?" Professor Snaglefoompus asked.

"Yes," Wendy Snaglefoompus said. "You don't remember because you got amnesia from a tragic puppet show accident shortly after the ceremony."

"Oh!" Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Well, this is great news! Here I thought I'd never see you again, and it turns out we've been married the whole time! I love you, Wendy!"

"I love you too, Professor!" Wendy said.

Wendy and Professor Snaglefoompus kissed each other.

"This is the weirdest class I've ever taken," Ernie Greengold said.

"Shhh!" hushed Jenny Blackenship.

"You know, Wendy," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Since I don't remember our wedding, we should get married again! I can invite my class to the ceremony!"

"That sounds like a great idea!" Wendy said. "But we have to make sure there's a buffet there!"

"Way ahead of you," Professor Snaglefoompus said. "Today's Wednesday, which means it's buffet day in my class!"

"Great!" Wendy Snaglefoompus said. "Let's get married right now!"

So Professor Snaglefoompus called the local Justice of the Peace, who rushed over and performed the wedding ceremony. Then they all ate at the buffet. Everyone, even Ernie Greengold, said that it was the best wedding ever.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Bonus Videos

Here are the two bonus videos I made of Nancy Drew: Secrets Can Kill. You'll notice that the death scenes are mainly explosions, while the easter eggs are mainly phone conversations.

Death Scenes


Easter Egg

New Video - Haunting of Castle Malloy Deaths

I've got a new Nancy Drew video out. By popular request (ie. five requests in three days), I've made a Deaths Video for Nancy Drew: Haunting of Castle Malloy!