Waifus & Strays

I got Huniepop for my birthday. I mean, I got other things as well. I have nice friends. But of those things that I got for my birthday it's Huniepop that I want to try talking about. Partly because, being a dating sim / puzzle game hybrid there's lot's of oddness to discuss both in terms of humorous quirks and analysing attitudes towards sex in gaming. But mostly because when I got given it the attitude expressed was that they were looking forward to what I had to say about it.

And I think there is a lot that can be said regarding the game, but I must admit to having some difficulty in deciding quite how to approach it. I mean, it's a fun game to be sure. But there is some oddly disturbing subtext going on at the same time. And of course, being a sex themed game there's always the possibility that I'm going to have to make some sort of definitive statement on whether or not it actually gave me an erection at any point.

The people have a right to know!

Unimaginatively Titled Minis Post Part The Umpteenth.

Funny thing, time. I never seem to have enough of it to do anything. But if I'm not actually doing anything, shouldn't I have some time on my hands? Or am I just being logical about this?

Anyway, whilst I think I've probably been spending most of my time either being really stressed and depressed or compulsively reading Discworld books in order to try and escape being really stressed and depressed I did at least manage to finish of a couple of bits of painting. Although that was a couple of weeks ago I think?

Maybe I just have no idea how time actually works any more. That would explain a lot. Still, point is I managed to get a tiny bit of something constructive done, so let's have a look shall we?

All The Things

One of the things I really love about science is, if I'm being brutally honest, the potential for sheer bloody minded pedantry. Because it's very important to be clear and precise. You can't just assume that everybody knows what you mean when you say something. Everybody may well be working under a different set of knowledge or assumptions regarding whatever it is under discussion. This is perhaps what makes many people regard scientific terminology as often cumbersome. Clarity comes at the expense of brevity.

I bring this up so you may have get a sense of why it is that I sometimes I get all nitpicky over matters of terminology. Terminology is important. It's sets the tone and thus effects out attitudes and expectations. And today I want to talk about one particular bit of terminology that bugs the ever-loving shit out of me. I'm sure you too will have encountered this at some point. Maybe you'll be talking about TV shows with someone, and they will bring up a popular program you've never seen. And you know exactly what it is they will then say.

"Oh, you HAVE TO see that show!"

Do I really? OR WHAT?

S&W Episode 3rd Edition: A New Setting

I've been thinking a bit about RPG stuff lately. Specifically about super hero RPGs. After all, we've been playing quite a bi of Sentinels Of The Multiverse recently. In addition to which the spectre of actually trying to get an RPG going has been mooted, and I've actually had some positive feedback on the notion of running Overpower. Which is gratifying. It's always nice when you manage to do something that people actually enjoy. So, on the way to work one morning I was thinking about setting ideas for games, when I had a REALLY good idea. One of those rare ideas you have where the more you think about it, the more sense it seems to make, and the less you can believe that someone hasn't already thought about doing it.

What if you ran a super hero game set in the Star Wars Universe?

God Trek II - The Wrath Of Fans

Okay, so in my last post I feel I may have perhaps come across as overly critical of religion, but there is a very good reason for this: I AM overly critical of religion. It's just.... kinda dumb and wholely unnecessary. But it would be remiss of me not consider some of the positive aspects of this condition. It always pays to consider both sides of any argument.

However briefly.

The thing is, whilst there undoubtedly are some positive effects, we've actually already developed past the point where we need religion to provide them. This is something I've been meaning to talk about pretty much since I took up blogging as a hobby. Which I suppose should help illustrate to all the young earth creationists that some things really do only happen on geological time scales.

Anyway point is we're going to be discussing SERIOUS BUSINESS topics again this week. So with that in mind, let me introduce you to your all new lord and saviour:

Oh yeah, we're going there.

Yes It's Fucking Paleontological.

So, this morning I was wondering what I should do today. I'd done all the cleaning and stuff, and was trying to decide on what would be a fun and/or constructive way to occupy myself for the rest of the day. I was contemplating firing up the Wii or DS and playing some Yu-Gi-Oh, but this presented something of a dilemma. I've been watching a lot of 5D's recently, so obviously I keep having the urge to put together a Dragon based Synchro deck. But whenever I try I never quite seem to have the cards I want or I run out of brain trying to decide what to use, and invariably fall back on playing one of my Dinosaur decks instead. Hard life, I know. Anyway, it was as I was contemplating this conundrum, Dragons or Dinosaurs that I remembered something else I had to do. A little project that I'd gotten ages ago and never quite managed to get around to:

I KNOW, RIGHT? A christian documentary arguing that Dinosaurs are actually Dragons? That's got to be hilarious. Shooting fish in the proverbial barrel right? Make for a great little blog post.

I would ask how wrong it's possible to be. But now I know. I know EXACTLY how wrong it's possible to be, and it's a lot wronger than I ever would have believed.

One of the things this documentary claims to do is challenge your beliefs. It has actually succeeded in this to a degree I never would have thought possible. Although not, I suspect, in the way the authors intended.

One Million Pounds B.C.

So yesterday I had occasion to pop into the local tesco on my way home from work. After 2 days of fasting I had quite naturally decided to eat ALL THE SAUSAGES. Only I needed rolls. But I'm not here to talk about sausages.

Just for a change.

No, see what I want to talk about is what it was I found confronting me on the way in:

Feel free to start spontaneously singing Misfits songs when you see this. I did.

Big honking Dinosaur skull for only 99p? FUCK YEAH!!!....

Or is it? Let's find out.

Enemies Of The Chocolate Business

Nerds, Loners and countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to ignore my issues, not to bang on about them at tedious length. Just because there are some people who apparently can't actually be happy just being happy unless they take a day out to rub everyone else's faces in it at the behest of an industry that JUST BY PURE COINCIDENCE happens to manufacture the ultimate comfort food doesn't mean that the rest of us have to give them the satisfaction of us spending the weekend locked in a darkened room rocking back and forth and sobbing quietly to ourselves.

Seriously, fuck those guys. In the strictly metaphorical context.

You know the sort of metaphor I'm talking about here.

This is of course a rather long winded and roundabout way of saying that rather than giving in to the constant nagging bullshit in my head, I elected to spend the weekend in a slightly constructive manner and have been catching up on some painting at long last.

Down In The Park Part 5: A Friend Called 4?

Ye gods, have I REALLY been going on about Jurassic Park for five fucking posts? Even worse, have I been been wibbling on at such length purely because I just wanted to talk about A TRAILER?


I really do let my enthusiasm get the better of me sometimes don't I? Anyway, let's see if we can't get this over and done with so I can actually go and get on with my life. Well, I say life. I probably mean washing up, but close enough.