Currently watching His Girl Friday as I type. Isn’t Hildy a man in the original play? How is the story different? I’d like to think that it’s not and in the play Hildy is also divorced from his former boss.
Last night, I played Braid until I was nauseous.
Literally nauseous. Pretty sure that was something I ate.
But yeah, Braid. It’s good. I’m not really into the platformer genre of video games anymore. It’s something I associate with my childhood, what with my better reflexes back in the day. But yesterday I didn’t take a shower and didn’t eat dinner until 11:30 at night, and by the time I went to bed I had a giant headache and had trouble convincing myself the room wasn’t spinning. I just couldn’t stop playing.
This is, of course, old news to those of you who didn’t wait for six years and a sale on PSN to try this game out. I commend you for giving the game’s creator his rightful due in a timely fashion. For me, I’ll just have to keep an eye out for that PS4 game that’s the guy’s making.
Next, I suppose I should try out this Portal game that everyone likes.
Right now I’m listlessly looking through apartment listings online. I’d forgotten the mix of anxiety and self-delusion one feels when looking for a new place. Still, every now and then I come across gems like this review for an apartment building:
Great place to live if you want to be close to your crack dealer.
I guess that’s why the rent was so cheap.
I just realized something at work today which I will swear to my deathbed is unrelated to a specific coworker’s hygiene: telling a girl she has B.O. without ticking her off is essentially the Kobayashi Maru of social situations.
The real spring has come, instead of the spring that only exists on the calendar. Which is nice and all, but eventually I’ll have to face again one of my most intense dislikes: touching a subway pole without gloves on. You win some, you lose some.
Okay, so I’m in the movie theatre right now waiting to see Grand Budapest Hotel and the place is packed.
What the hell, peeps? I thought watching an indie movie on a Thursday night would mean copious empty seating, like when I saw Coriolanus, but we are full up. I guess every other hipster in the city had the same thought.
A line from an online customer review on a manga I was looking at:
Someone is nearly gang raped or implied to have been gang raped in every volume.
I guess that answers the question of whether I want to read this series. And in case you were wondering, the manga is called Arachnid.
I know I’m incredibly late to the party, but I’ve just gotten addicted to the mobile game Game Dev Story. It’s a video game about making video games.
Basically, it’s a business management simulation where you have to hire and fire programmers and artists and whatnot and manage your expenses while your company turns out video games. The gameplay gets repetitive if you play too long but it’s a great way to kill time while on public transit.
Currently my company is making book and movie adaptations. We just recently released a romance simulation based on True Romance and a dungeon simulation of eXistenZ, plus an adventure game based on the comic book Sandman.
Don’t ask me how these games work, I’m just the president, that’s for the eggheads to answer. All I know is that they’re selling like hotcakes and I’m making money hand over fist. And that’s what’s really important.
I’m in line right now at a pharmacy with Surfin’ USA playing on the PA system. For reference, the temperature outside is 26 degrees Celsius below zero. Clearly the store manager is a sociopath of some kind.
I just paid $9 for a mediocre sandwich because I’m stuck at the airport and have been for a subjective time of several decades.
I can’t remember offhand which theorist described airports and bus stations as no-places, as not being destinations but merely brief transit points. As anyone who’s been stuck waiting at one of these sites can attest, they are most definitely places, places of misery and boredom.
Thank god for smartphones.