Gamestation

I was walking by our local computer game store at 8:00AM on Saturday morning and there were people camping, presumably for Playstation 3s. I find this kind of behavior a bit strange, as I have no interest in computer games whatsoever. You can probably tell that from the way I call them computer games, I have a nagging feeling I should be calling them something else. I feel like my gran.

I used to love games as a kid but something happened and I stopped. If I were feeling cruel I’d say I grew up, but I don’t think that was it. I think I became lazy. I just couldn’t be bothered to figure out how a game worked any more. The games that didn’t need any figuring out started to bore me the instant I touched them. I also hate to lose and I was always shockingly rubbish at them.

That line outside the store made me realize that I actually do miss them. I’ve been looking at screenshots of X360 and PS3 games and I love the artistry that goes into them, the little details that make you laugh. I love to see the advances in the graphics and I love the sound effects and the music. None of these things justify my purchasing anything but I am looking forward to the day Billy asks for his first games console. 5 minutes a month ought to do me. Or if Billy insists on butchering a human opponent, maybe 50 hours.

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Xres

We were discussing high-res images the other night. As in super high-resolution gigapixel images. I just found this new site called xres that has some great nature shots, both gigapixel images and time-lapsed quicktime movies. I just love zooming in on these things and nosing around.

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Shopping Trip

I just spent a pleasant half an hour in Tekserve playing with Macs and buying peripherals for work. Afterwards, whilst waiting for the bus, two burly guys pushing a cart strolled over and stopped right in front of me. I looked down and to my surprise there was a dead body on the cart.

The corpse was loosely wrapped in an old purple blanket. The sort of blanket you have as the fancy top layer on your bed. Don’t they have bags for this sort of thing, I thought. One of the guys, who looked more like a bouncer than a coroner, was wearing powdered rubber gloves. At least those looked legit.

The cart bounced violently as it left the curb and the two men very nearly threw the thing into the back of their rickety old van.

The whole thing was very odd.

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