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Weekly Post-Ed #6

by Robert Hyma March 30, 2021
written by Robert Hyma

Down with a Sickness

            I caught a cold this past weekend, which I don’t prefer, but there are also benefits to being sick that I’ve found. For an overthinker (such as Muah), having a head cold is a kind of performance enhancing drug. There’s less indecision because of the desperation to get something done and get to more rest.

[There are no survivors between being irritably sick and the pillow at the end of the day.]

            Sports can be easier to play. For example, I play goalie in ice hockey and there’s a constant mental battle of not thinking versus “reading the play” (or recognizing patterns during play to make the best decision for being in position to make a save). When sober (not sick), sometimes the internal debate leads to pucks going in the net because you were too busy figuring out what you should be doing. When sick, all that thinking goes away because your thoughts follow this specific inner monologue: “I’m sick and this sucks. I’m sick and this sucks. I’m sick and…”

            And there’s less thinking about what to do. In my experience, I play better like this.

            However, if it’s somebody’s birthday weekend (such as Muah) and there were plans to leave town and celebrate, there’s no real benefit to being sick. I had to cancel plans and stay home to rest. Luckily, on this particular weekend, there were other things to celebrate.

Like this:

***

Monster Hunter Rise Launch:

            I can’t express how great it feels to play this game. Everything in this game feels so good: the gameplay, the world, the little nuanced charm and humor. To be more specific, this game feels like what a video game ought to feel like. You want to keep playing, the world is vibrant and engrossing, and there’s something to find on every quest. It’s a delight that’s made with such care and love.

            I don’t write reviews of games. I just want people to play good stuff. I modeled my website after this game for a reason and that’s because I knew it was going to be special.

            Great stuff Capcom.

***

Mike Birbiglia’s Worldwide Pizza Party

            I attended a virtual comedy show on Saturday night. It was hosted by Mike Birbiglia, one of my favorite comics, and featured guest appearances by Aisling Bea and Nish Kumar. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but the format was so charming and cozy that I wondered why comedy wasn’t delivered this way before. Being on a Zoom call, the show lacked the energy of a live performance (the sound of a mic and sound system, the collective mood and energy of the audience), but it was funny and fulfilling in a way that was both different and needed during a pandemic.

            The show was called “The Worldwide Comedy Pizza Party”, and Mike’s entire act was devoted to bits about pizza. Truly. And it still played well! Mike began the show with some banter with the audience, which consisted of couples and singles perched on a couch or computer chair facing a webcam. He introduced his guest comedian host, Aisling Bea, who attempted to make a homemade pizza while the show went on. It was very much a “Late Night Talk Show” type of bit, but it was charming and funny all the same.

            Mike’s style of delivering jokes through a virtual show is by flipping through notecards at a large corkboard. He recites the bit, which is still a work in progress, and depending on the levels laughter through the Zoom audience’s reduced mic volume, he moves on to the next joke.

            Mike brought up that he’d like to perhaps film a comedy special as a virtual show. I think it works for how he was delivering his jokes; some worked, some did not, but he would always show the camera the title of the joke he just performed on his many notecards, which always made the crowd laugh from recognition. Obviously, you can’t show a large crowd at a club a handwritten notecard for a laugh, but it worked on a webcam setup.

            Which, to me, was interesting because it showed how standup comedy can evolve depending on the medium.

            The show was roughly an hour and half and worth the price of admission ($25). Perhaps the most cathartic part was the preshow and reading the Zoom chat. Everyone was happy to be there, happy to share where they were watching from (Sweden, Argentina, Toronto, Maryland, California, Michigan, etc) and what local pizza they had bought for the pizza party.

            For me, who was sick and couldn’t watch this show with a friend, it was further proof that there are better things in this world if you look for them.

            Plus, Mike Birbiglia is one of the big reasons this website exists at all. Mike writes about why he makes the things he does on his website:

“You’re doing it for the people who might feel better about something in their lives because of something you’re willing to admit about yours.”

            After reading that, it was time to share.

***

Wishing everyone as well as they can. You’re not alone out there,

March 30, 2021 1 comment
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Weekly Post-Ed #5

by Robert Hyma March 24, 2021
written by Robert Hyma

Like Straightening Trumpets Out Now!

            Like Straightening Trumpets is out today, which you can click on below:

            I wish I had better commentary on this story other than to say I sat down, wrote a title, and this is what came out. I enjoyed writing it even though I’m no trumpeter, nor have any insights into military life. This story does make me feel things, though, which is what I go with as a writer.

            As one of my favorite authors, Salman Rushdie, once said, “If you’re lucky, you can imagine the truth.”

***

My Good Cop, Bad Cop of Sleeplessness

            I haven’t slept well for the past seven days. This has been a recurrent thing in my life; I can go a month straight sleeping 8-hours per night, and then comes a week where I cannot get to sleep whatsoever.

            And when I can’t sleep, there’s a space between being fully awake and trying to slip off into REM where I lose control over my thoughts and they won’t shut up. Sometimes they are humorous, other times pondering story ideas…

            But most of the time, I’m the key suspect being interrogated by my own past.

            “Where were you the night of 28th, three years ago!”

(This voice doesn’t have a face, but I imagine he’s the BAD COP with one foot planted on a steel folding chair, a pistol sling harnessed a little too tightly, and wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses. He also has a thick, rugged mustache that somehow works outside of the 90’s.

BAD COP: “Let’s get this straight. You went to Brooklyn Bagels yesterday, ordered a Bomber with sauce on the side, and added the corporate lunch combo. Is that all?”

ME [Sheepishly, unsure]: “Yes?”

BAD COP: “Well why didn’t you fill the silence after you were done giving your order and the cashier was punching it in? Why didn’t you ask about how her day was going?”

ME: [a shrug, helpless] “It just didn’t come up.”

BAD COP [Taking his foot off the folding chair, disgusted]: “Of course it didn’t. Because you’re only focused on yourself. What are you, some kind of Solipsist? Nothing else exists because it’s an extension of yourself?”

ME: [Scrambling to account for any of this]

GOOD COP: “Hey, hey, take it easy. It’s not like this cashier struck up a conversation with him, either.”

[I sigh in relief, but only sort of. The GOOD COP has always been on my side, but I don’t like him as much. His long beard and ponytail, combined with overtly soft speaking voice, makes him gentle in a way that’s somehow more demeaning, like I’m a fluffball that needs to be coddled.]

GOOD COP: [cont’d]: Maybe this cashier should notice other people having a hard day. Isn’t she in the service industry? She should be of service, right guys?”

BAD COP: [disgusted]: “Of course you’re blaming the cashier, giving him an out. Well the world isn’t butterflies and rainbows, and if you want to make a positive difference in people’s lives, you have to step up and be a beacon! But I don’t see that with this punk. I just see a laundry list of missed opportunities and a lack of effort.”

ME: [confused by BAD COP’s vernacular] “Butterflies and rainbows?”

BAD COP: [Slams the table with a heavy fist] “Don’t try to write your way out of this bit! If you want to be a good person in this world, you have to show it! You can’t expect other people to be empathetic and observant like you are!”

ME: “Sorry.”

GOOD COP: “What my colleague is trying to say is that you’re doing just fine. We hope you enjoyed the sandwich.”

BAD COP: [a scoff] “That’s not what I’m saying at all, but a Bomber is a great sandwich.”

ME: “Yeah, it really is. Can I go to sleep now?”

BAD COP/GOOD COP: “No!” “We’re just getting started with your case file!”

**

            And that was over a sandwich. Imagine what happens when ruminating over more serious problems.

            Justice never sleeps, I suppose.

***

Sony Buys EVO

            The biggest fighting game tournament in the world is the Evolution series. Held in Las Vegas every summer, players from all over the world compete to be crowned the world’s best at their favorite fighting games: Tekken, Guilty Gear, Street Fighter, Killer Instinct, and so much more. With COVID on the rise last summer, the yearly tournament was canceled and was to re-introduced as an Online only event until players could meet in person again in the coming years.

            This was hard enough for tournament organizers until an even bigger scandal hit. One of the founders of Evolution had been outed with a series of hazing incidents that eventually shut down all EVO’s online events. Top rank players said they would not compete if this individual was still part of the organization’s team. Because of the outrage (justifiably) the tournament was shut down.

            And it would be rebranded going forward.

            Enter Sony this week who announced that they had just bought EVO.

            Some feel this means many games not part of Sony’s library won’t receive prime-time treatment (like Microsoft and Nintendo) and won’t be featured at EVO. I’m not so sure; I think Sony will play ball with whomever wants to show up to showcase their games.

            Where I think this deal is effective is the backend of things in terms of marketing and putting together an internal team with more resources and a renewed identity that is about the future of competitive gaming. I think Sony could be a big help, but I just want to see a day when the world’s best are brought together again.

            With decent netcode in the meantime.

*Icy stares at Tekken, Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, and other Bandai Namco games*.

***

Wishing everyone as well as they can be. You’re not alone out there.

March 24, 2021 0 comments
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Weekly Post-Ed #4

by Robert Hyma March 15, 2021
written by Robert Hyma

Like Straightening Trumpets Delayed

            I’ve delayed posting a new short story that I promised last week. I hope you’ll understand. It was one of those, “I didn’t get what I was doing until last minute!” kind of situations.

            So, another draft is needed.

            No new release date, yet, but it’s coming. Just needs some more time.

***

Shake, Shake, Shake It Off

            Here’s a weird memory:

            When I was six or seven, I noticed something unusual when I urinated. Sometimes, for no particular reason, alongside the yellowed stream that splashed into the toilet bowl, a few droplets would trickle onto my hands as well. I was sharp as a six-year-old, so there was only one logical conclusion: there was a miniature hole on the underside of my urethra and some of the pee escaped through it onto my hands.

            Oh, don’t worry—this was disgusting to me, too, and I wanted answers.

            This happened frequently enough that I sought a second opinion. I told my parents about this seepage, this invisible aberration that caused warm liquid to splash over my hands and pantlegs every so often—quite the inconvenience. I don’t remember their initial reactions (I’m an adult now, so I can’t imagine it was some degree of skepticism), but they eventually said to me, lovingly, “Well, tell us if it happens again and we’ll take a look.”

            Flashforward a week later and I sounded the alarm that it was happening again. My dad knocked on the door, entered the bathroom, and observed (somewhere along the spectrum of chagrin) that, indeed, a small trickle of urine escaped onto my hands, but ONLY towards the conclusion of my urination.

            The diagnosis:

“Do you shake it off when you’re done?”

“Why would I do that?”

            Twenty-five years later and there hasn’t been a similar recurrence, which leads me to believe the miniature hole in my urethra healed as I grew older.

            Either that, or a Taylor Swift song had far greater ramifications for an anatomically confused 6-year-old boy than I ever realized.

            Anyway, if there was ever a moral to this story, it’s this: if you’re new to the website and this is the first thing you’ve read…

            Welcome! It’s so nice you stopped by!

***

Vulfpeck – Madison Square Garden – September 28, 2019

            I liked this band before, but upon listening to Vulfpeck’s Madison Square Garden performance on YouTube, I’m a much bigger fan. Great live bands do that—outside the recording studio, the energy is tripled, reverberating through the crowd as sound waves do through air molecules, literally creating a vibe (get it: vibration). In my brief two summers of being a stagehand for live bands, being part of many shows and watching crowds come alive, Vulfpeck is among the best.

            Particularly, there’s a section in the video (that I’ll link below) called “Christmas in L.A.” that is manically silly and beautiful. In the way Freddy Mercury belted operatic sing-alongs to stadiums, so, too, did Vulfpack reach a crowd.

            It’s one of those performances that you wished you were there for, like Live AID or the prime-time performances at the Reading Music Festival in the UK.

            More than that, it’s a glimpse into a world that I hope still exists on the other side of COVID, when we can visit again, when the world is ready.

***

Monster Hunter Rise Demo Version 2

            If you haven’t guessed what the aesthetic of this website is referencing, it’s an upcoming Nintendo Switch release: Monster Hunter Rise. An updated demo launched on the Nintendo eShop this past week, complete with a tediously difficult quest to defeat Magnamalo, the main monster of the game. You have 15-minutes to defeat an overly tuned monster that will wipe out nearly all of your 30-credited attempts. I couldn’t beat him, even with multiple weapon types and masterful party members.

            That said, performance on Nintendo Switch is a little rough. The frame rate is a problem, making reactions delayed and all the harder to execute. The game launches for PC in 2022 and I’m hoping many of these issues are resolved once the game is running on better hardware.

            Still, the additions of better and freer movement and new attack loadouts are the most radical and needed changes to the series in over a decade. If this is the direction of the Monster Hunter series going forward, it’s bound to be an exciting hunt when Monster Hunter World 2 is inevitably announced.

***

Wishing everyone as well as they can be. You’re not alone out there,

March 15, 2021 0 comments
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Weekly Post-Ed #3

by Robert Hyma March 8, 2021
written by Robert Hyma

Dolphin Pregnancy Test

            A friend of mine said she went swimming with dolphins in Mexico as a teenager. She was with her parents in the boat and accompanied by a married couple on their honeymoon. My friend frolicked in the water, the dolphins swimming near, playfully prodding her with their noses.

            You know, as dolphins do.

            When the bride dove in the water, the dolphins scattered. She asked why since the dolphins bailed like children in the pool that absolutely KNOW a kid peed in the shallow end. The instructor said, “Are you by chance pregnant?”

            The bride said, “Yes, we just found out before flying out here.”

            “I see. Yeah, the dolphins won’t come near you. They can sense when a human is pregnant and don’t want to harm the child.”

            My teenage friend was stunned.

            I was stunned, too, because there was obviously a great idea borne then: why aren’t dolphins utilized as pregnancy tests?

            Well, it isn’t humane, you might argue. It’s just another Sea Life Labor Dispute, one only eclipsed by the orca whales in that documentary whose title eludes me.

            And, you’re probably right, dolphins in place of pregnancy tests (where available) would be a terrible idea.

            But, in sea world, if there’s any wonder why the dolphins gravitate towards the far end of the pool, it’s probably because there are too many pregnant women there that day.

            Or a kid peed.

            Either/or.

***

Smile, Sisyphus

            I haven’t finished a book in two weeks. Nor watched the new Brian Regan stand up special on Netflix or seen a new movie. I haven’t cooked a new dish, found the means to workout, or start on a children’s book I’d like to illustrate throughout the year.

            It hasn’t gone according to plan.

            There just isn’t enough time.

            Have you considered the math of how much free time one has? At the beginning of the year, foolishly, I came up with a schedule for writing, posting on this website, and all the side projects I wanted to complete. All my goals were compiled into neat, monthly squares, and I would simply make a little progress here, fit in a little bit there until, inevitably, a Trickle-Down Effect of completed projects would shower over my self-esteem.

            Three months into the year and I’m finding this “Trickling Down Effect” was just as ineffective and stupid as any economic policy it might be based on, and my plans have blown up like Nuremberg instead.

            So, I redid the math on how much time I have.

In a week, there are 168 hours. Here are the basic building blocks:

  • 8 hours per night for sleep.
  • 10-hour workdays, four days a week.

Ok, that accounts for 104 of those hours. That’s the major stuff. Then there’s:

  • One hour per day for showering, brushing teeth, face cleansing, bathroom use, etc…
  • One hour per day for driving (to work, finding food, heading home for the day, etc).

Right, that’s another 14 hours, which adds up to 118 hours. Anything else?

  • 1.5 hours per day for eating dinner with family, making meals, etc.
  • I play hockey, which is twice a week, averaging to 3 hours per session.

Add that up and we’re at 134.5 hours.

            Theoretically, I could devote 33.5 hours per week to anything creative, which is about 4.7 hours per day for all the self-fulfilling things I’ve been missing out on: watching Stand-Up specials, podcasts, SNL sketches on YouTube, reading, etc.

Wait, but there’s more. Here are my secondary responsibilities:

  • I write in a journal for an hour every day.
  • I write and edit short stories, producing several new drafts, which equals (I’d average) about 3 hours per week.
  • Graphics and illustrations, depending on how many, equals 4-5 hours per finished project.
  • Then there’s writing a novel on the side, which feels like an incalculable amount of time spent.
    • However, I’ll put a number on it: an hour per day.

            So, that’s another 22 hours used up. That means the total hours spent on necessary items during the week (for me) amounts to 156.5 out of 168 hours. That’s roughly 11.5 hours per week for anything else, or 1.62 hours per day.

Seems like a luxurious amount, doesn’t it?

Well, supposing you’re not a human being who:

  • Needs time to wind down for the evening,
    • Needs exercise and fresh air,
    • Needs to spend time on a hobby for fun,
    • Needs time away from family and friends and work, to be alone for a while,
    • To do something monotonous and un-meaningful for your own psychological wellbeing,

            1.6 hours per day isn’t a lot to work with. I don’t know about you, but strictly scheduling downtime has never been effective. That’s because I never know much I’ll really need. Some weeks are worse than others, either emotionally or physically—which is really the same thing.

            And think about this (since many of you might have come to this conclusion already about my lifestyle):

            I’m single, in my thirties, without children, and without any responsibilities other than the ones I choose take on for myself. My story isn’t the norm. Most people have kids, have appointments, have therapy and doctor visits, car repairs, baseball practices, weekend excursions, family visits, and million other interruptions to a life already jam packed full of stuff.

            Never mind the emotional toll of trying to keep it all together.

            So, when I start to feel guilty about all the extracurricular and soul-enriching things I’m missing out on (like reading a book, watching a new movie, traveling), I wonder how anyone in this world without the means and power to say ‘No’ actually lives this life.

            It’s an uphill battle; how does anyone expect to do it all?

            I guess like this:

            Smile, Sisyphus.

***

New Short Story Coming Soon

            I’m working on a new short story that should be posted sometime this week. Here’s a preview:

Wishing everyone as well as they can be. You’re not alone out there,

March 8, 2021 0 comments
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Weekly Post-Ed #2

by Robert Hyma March 1, 2021
written by Robert Hyma

Penguins with Hand Grenades Out Now!

            A silly little story about a colony of penguins used nefariously by a sinister USSR general. What could go wrong? (Well, besides everything).

            Check it out!

***

T-Rex Arm

            I’m officially vaccinated from COVID-19. *Stadium cheers*

            One of the perks of working in education is being considered a first responder. Some teachers received the Pfizer vaccine and had very little symptoms afterwards. I received the Moderna vaccine. My first dose left me with a bruised shoulder so severe and unmovable that I described it to family and friends as “T-Rex Arm”. I could only move my arm from the elbow, making every grasp and reach look like a T-Rex was trying to grab a cup of coffee, fit a claw through the sleeve of a hoodie, or reach for a package of cookies atop the refrigerator, all in great agony. T-Rex roars and snarls came in tow, which was less a symptom of the pain, but was just the preferred cry of bereavement on my part.

            This second dose of Moderna didn’t leave my injected shoulder so bruised. Instead, my immune system kicked in (which is a sign the vaccine is being taken in by the body) and I felt full-on aches and chills. It lasted only a day, but it was a trial. No “T-Rex Arm” this time around, which is a shame; in the month that passed from my first dose of Moderna, I’ve perfected my T-Rex snarl and roar.

***

See You on the Other Side

            A close friend of the family died this past week. I won’t say much else for privacy’s sake. However, the one detail of this person’s death (which came at the relatively young age of 62) that stuck out to me was that she was given three days to live. She had all her mental faculties and must have sensed a clock ticking down, which is a horrifying thought.

            The closest I’ve come to experiencing anything like this was with a recent hernia surgery. After having an IV punctured into the top of my hand, I was wheeled down the sterile hallways of the surgery center to the operating room, which was cold and blasting country music from the tinny-sounding ceiling speakers. Before the nurse pumped anesthetic through my veins, I had a momentary panic, that grim understanding that should something go wrong, the dull, square-tiled ceiling of the O.R. was the last thing I was going to see.

            I remember the blackness of injected sleep claw across my periphery. I didn’t try to fight it, just shifted my eyes back and forth to watch the oncoming darkness. Then, before it completely covered my vision, I was out. I woke up later as though nothing had happened, the surgery completed.

            When I think of the sleep that befell this family friend, I only hope she awoke somewhere much the same, unaware of what took her there, but that she arrived on the other side of what was once considered her life.

***

FFVII Remake Intergrade and More

            What a big week for FFVII! The PS5 remaster is coming out soon, along with a new Yuffie expansion. A series of mobile games were announced, including the entire FFVII compendium of FFVII, Advent Children, Dirge of Cerberus, and Crisis Core. All games are remastered and to be released episodically on mobile.

            I’m a big fan of Final Fantasy VII, as you can see from my previous website logo here:

            Yeah, I’m extremely excited for all of it!

***

Road Trip for Takeout

            I drive 45 minutes for takeout Chinese food. The restaurant isn’t noteworthy (which is literally titled: China Buffet) other than to say the food is the best around. It sounds counterproductive to drive so far for takeout and then to drive another 45 minutes home, but I don’t think that’s the point. The drive, the food, all of it is an escape.

            This week, I was walking with a colleague of mine in the hallway and said, “I feel exhausted, like I can’t shake it. Do you feel that way, too? Or is it just me?”

            She said, “Oh, sure. I think it’s the weather.”

            I stared for a moment and said, “What about the pandemic we’re in?”

            “Oh yeah,” she said. “Could be that, too.”

            For this, and thousands of other anecdotes like it, driving 45 minutes for takeout that hits the spot is the escape all of us are looking for.

            I sincerely hope you’ve found your escape as well.

***

Wishing everyone as well as they can be. You’re not alone out there,

March 1, 2021 0 comments
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Weekly Post-Ed #1

by Robert Hyma February 21, 2021
written by Robert Hyma

Some Wonderful Lines from The Wild Wild West

            Having watched a few episodes with my parents lately, there are some absolute gem-like lines in this 1960’s television show. Here’s a sampling:

            Evil Prison Warden: “Show them what happens when they cross you, Iron-Leg.”

            [Iron Leg crosses to a nearby wooden bench and proceeds to kick it into two perfectly cut halves].

            Evil Prison Warden: [A snicker] “Be careful, Mr. West, or the same fate will come to you.”

            And:

            Random grizzly bearded prospector chopping a cigar-store Indian with an axe in an abandoned western town: “There’s a pandemic of neck breaking going around. And it’s contagious! I’d watch out if I were you.”

***

Robert Caro’s Working

          I read this book over a weekend. Robert Caro is the biographer of books on Robert Moses and President Lyndon Johnson, men of power and ability to shape the worlds they lived in. Caro’s book, Working, however, is about the author’s experiences with interviewing the people connected with those great men and finding the story. I felt I was reading about a writer from another time, when answers didn’t come from a convenient Google search. Caro is the journeyman journalist, out on the road and tracking down answers to something much bigger than what is on the surface.

            He and his wife, Ina, devoted three years of their lives to living in the Hill Country in Texas to understand the place President Lyndon Johnson grew up. Hill Country in Texas, according to Caro, is little more glamorous than a town without electricity. Houses can be miles apart, there isn’t a sense of community other than convenient geography, and the desolate countryside is so utterly abandoned that without the moonlight or brilliance of a starry night, it’s a world drowned in darkness.

            I admire Caro’s drive, his grit to find what he was looking for.

            Most of my writing (short stories, certainly) is improvisation. I sit down at a computer, type the first title that comes to mind, set a timer, and start writing something. Usually what ends up on the page is the final story in one form or another. So, it struck me when I read Robert Caro’s writing advice from a former Princeton professor of his. Caro wrote short stories in very similar way to my own (last second, off the cuff, procrastinating until finally getting to it). The professor said to him, “…you’re never going to achieve what you want to, Mr. Caro, if you don’t stop thinking with your fingers.”

            What Mr. Caro’s professor meant was to put more care into his writing, that he wasn’t fooling anyone by writing in this well-received, speedy way.

            I’m sure to write more about this, but I have a complicated relationship with writing short stories. To me, they feel “easy” because I can write them without overthinking. This doesn’t mean that what I write is good, but that I can sit down and crank something out feels more like a party trick than something to take seriously.

            It doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy them (I love my short stories), but it doesn’t feel as satisfying to write them as, say, a novel or something I’ve developed a more meaningful relationship with.

            I think with Robert Caro, and with the words of his professor, I felt exposed in a very constructive way; that I wasn’t getting brownie points for how I wrote my own stories. It was worth reading.

            More to come on that topic in the future, I’m sure.

***

Pyra/Mythra in Smash Ultimate

            Pyra/Mythra from Xenoblade Chronicles 2 was announced for Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. It’s a good addition. My favorite thing about Smash DLC announcements is that they are seldom what leakers suggest. In this way, I’m more satisfied that Nintendo fans can’t predict what will happen with a favorite franchise. When the audience knows what will happen next, you’re sunk. In that spirit, Smash Ultimate remains afloat.

            Besides, what the game’s director, Masahiro Sakurai, decides to do with new characters is FAR more interesting than who the character is revealed to be, in my opinion.

***

The Rest of Nintendo’s February 2021 Direct

“Meh.”

“Oh, hey! A new Mario Golf!”

“Really, no Breath of the Wild 2 news? Not even some concept art? Yikes.”

“Meh, and it’s over.”

***

On the Brightside, Guilty Gear Strive

            It has been fantastic watching the Beta for this game. Such a frantic, fast-paced, beautiful fighting game with great rollback netcode. It brings me joy to see a game bringing joy to others.

***

New Short Story Coming Next Week

            I’m finishing up a draft of an upcoming short story that will be posted this week. I’ll include a teaser to hold you all over. It’s a silly little story.

***

Wishing everyone as well as they can be. You’re not alone out there,

February 21, 2021 0 comments
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So, What are ‘Weekly Post-Eds’ Anyway?

by Robert Hyma February 21, 2021
written by Robert Hyma

            These weekly updates are musings on events and ideas during my week. They are less formal than a finished piece of writing and meant to be a glimpse into what I find interesting and noteworthy, ranging from real world events to things I’ve read/watched, etc.

            I plan on posting one every Saturday or Sunday (but no later).

            Oh, and the title is a play on words, of course.

            “Weekly Post-Ed” means to be posted weekly (obviously).

            “Post-Ed” instead of “Post-It”.

            And “Post-Ed” as a play on a newspaper’s “Op-Ed”. Instead of “Opinion Editorial”, it’s a “Post-Editorial”, something more personable that isn’t the main source of material on this website.

            So, now that you know, why not check out the real thing?

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