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About Me: Taking up all the good oxygen.
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I rarely go over to FAQs anymore and when I do it’s more out of habit than desire, but I went yesterday and saw they were running their lame ‘best game ever’ bollocks which, what with FAQs being a snerd haven, is always won by some overrated Zelda game.
The bracket I saw was Deus Ex, Final Fantasy Tactics, Metal Gear Solid and Pokemon Gold/Silver. And Deus lost.
It came very fourth by a massive margin. Deus Ex, a game that turned gaming on its head, beaten by a game that asks you to watch poorly-rendered guards wiggle their butts, a strategy title that involves no strategy whatsoever and sodding Pokemon. Pokemon!
It's meant to be a gaming website, not a hive of infalliable dumbness.
/Nerd rage
I’m going to break character and bitch about things:
1. Video gaming on television or in movies.
Directors, and I know you’re reading because I’m important and well respected in every industry ever, you’re all twits. Yes, twits. I know no one has used that as an actual insult since 1925, but I’ve decided that I’m bringing it back. Its first outing is to belittle you.
Moving sucks. I mean, it really sucks, but the thing I hate the most is sorting out all my stuff into boxes and deciding what I want to keep and what I should get rid of. With this in mind, I decided to tackle the monumental dumping ground that has become the storage space under my bed which is a vast graveyard of plastic holding boxes I’ve crammed full of crap and forgotten about.
I think I might possibly own every PSX game ever made.
Unless you’re Venter (who has to cheat by having four billion reviews posted) or Zig (who needs to cheat by peddling smut and corrupting the minds of the innocent) I am vastly more popular than you on the internets. FACT.
Last night I overtook Midwinter in the hit tables. Mid was too busy wearing shorts to work to comment.
The blog post is now open to tributes and homage.
Thems a lot of hits. The public love me.
Last night wasn’t a lot of fun.
I set off for football with that week’s designated driver who I usually employ as he’s going that way, anyway and I can hardly give lifts to several people with a motorbike, and all was well. It was cold -- it was bloody cold, well into the minuses -- but such was life When we arrived for the game, it was still just that, cold. Sure, the pitch was frozen and we may as well have been playing on a concrete parking-lot, but we’ve had worse.
The snow came like a thief.
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