Let’s see what happens when I blog with a fever of 101. Magic, I’m sure.
Sorry the blog has been so scarce this week; on top of internet connection issues (sort-of resolved), I’ve caught Captain Trips (unresolved). I don’t understand how I can possibly feel so cold when my body’s burning and I’m submerged in a hot bath. On the plus side, when you get chills in a hot bath, the water beads up on your skin and it is keen.
So I’m afraid today’s update will be second-hand, but no less entertaining. It’s by Wardox, a fellow writer I’ve encountered in …read more

What is it about horrified little girls that makes us all smile? Sometimes I truly wonder about the human race’s evolutionary roots.

Oh, foreigners. When we’re not laughing at you, we’re laughing with you. You validate our corn-fed, consumerist existence.

Now isn’t this just pretty. It’s a rubber band gun based on Metal Gear Solid’s Silver Wolf.
It can fire ten rounds. The power is admirable. There’s a safety, but who the hell wants a safety?
Laser-targeting. Flashlight.
I want to steal this and go back in time to grade three. I know a few boys who will feel my time-travelling sting.

How does your significant other feel about you dressing up as Sackboy in the sack? Terrified? Good!
An English web designer by the name of Adam (hey, that’s my brother’s name) has published a full guide for anyone adventurous enough to dress up as Sackboy from the upcoming LittleBigPlanet.
Now, be sure to give your Sackboy costume a great big smile. Adam kindly reminds us that a warm smile is part of Sackboy’s personality:
“Sackboys are extremely cute little characters and a big part of that is their wide, expressive mouths.”
Of course, God loves creativity, so here’s what I suggest.

An error made by Best Buy highlights fandom’s willingness to cling to the false and useless. The chain store advertises Final Fantasy VIII for the Playstation 3 as being on sale mid-August.
Needless to say, that’s probably not the case. The shelfmonkeys at Best Buy probably weren’t paying attention and a casualty of hope happened.
Look on the bright side: Hannah Montana is coming out for the Playstation 2 in August, too. Who needs Shinra and Sephiroth and epic battles when you can sing the day away, or whatever it is that Montana does?
(Image copyright Nintendo)

E3’s done, the circus animals have been packed up, the fairgrounds are abandoned and nobody knew that an irritable game reviewer from Australia had played the most important role of all. Nobody was with him when he died.
Actually, Yahtzee’s alive and well and as curmudgeonly as ever. This week, he goes over E3’s offerings.

In the 8 and 16-bit era of video gaming, there was a lot of cloak-and-dagger business going on behind Mario’s big jolly facade and Sonic’s confident smirk.
The game industry remains competitive. It’s not a Church picnic footrace where everyone can be told “Hooray, you’re a winner!” just for participating. Nevertheless, things don’t feel as fierce as they used to be; Sony and Microsoft aren’t exactly one-trick companies and Nintendo prints money. There’s no jaded Atari owners to win back. The game industry is stable. We are in an era where developers and companies can confidently compliment each other’s product.
But Kaz …read more

Looking at that Age of Mythology banner on the photo of the LA Convention Center reminded me of the days of my Internet youth. I was a big fan of RatherGood and b3ta, which pretty much affirms I am indeed brain-damaged.
Anyway, when Norse warriors die, they go from Age of Mythology to halal donair emporiums. Rock your children to sleep knowing that this is true and that all is good in the world because of it.
Oh, NSFW if your boss isn’t into awesome Brit swears.

It’s nearly forty degress celcius with the humidex and our apartment has no air conditioning. And yet, our cat (Cammy) is sleeping on the nice warm external hard drive.
I just…I just don’t understand.
Looks like E3 has melted and dribbled away like the White Witch’s winter before Aslan’s roar. Was it good for you? It was certainly…an event.
Let’s begin a long and numbers-choked summary of what went on at the press conferences.
Oh, it’s Saturday. Let’s just look at funny movies.

Ah, the life of an assassin. The achingly lonely hours with just you and your jars of pee fermenting in sun-baked close quarters. The whistle of the wind as you peer down from your watchtower and dole out judgement with the aim of God. And the constant arguments with your parents over your career choice. So what if they wanted you to be a doctor? I mean, one job calls for you to help people and the other demands you kill them. They’re sort of on the same level in a philosophical sense: light means nothing without darkness, you know.