Sometimes you forget that there’s a real world out there.
The Good
Great Videogame Inspired Advertising
Nintendo may now be mainstream, but in reality most of the world doesn’t really quite understand why you’d list videogames as a hobby, let alone as something that should be taken seriously. And sure, videogames are great, but from time to time, those of us who spend think too much about the games we play need to be reminded of how important they are in the scheme of things. Thank you Trolman, Glaser & Lichtman.
The Bad
Awkward Virtual Sex
PC gaming is a fairly solitary activity. Recently though, I’ve had to move my PC out into the living room to make way for the 6 month-old slavedriver that now inhabits what used to be my gaming space. Around the same time I started a second playthrough of The Witcher, having rushed through it the first time in order to finish a review. I remember being slightly embarrassed by the cards you’re ‘awarded’ for sleeping with the game’s female characters, but now that I’m out in the open with them slapping themselves and their lovely lady lumps up on the screen without warning, I think I’d be more comfortable sauntering down Bourke Street Mall in my undies while bellowing out that old classic “Rump Shaker” by Reckx-n-Effect. Worst part is there’s never an opportunity to say no to these ladies. I feel violated. As does anybody who’s sitting on the couch trying to enjoy the tennis playing on the TV off to my left.
The Odd
Suda 51’s Toilet Obsession
Yep we get it already, Suda51’s weird and edgy. But why the hell is he sitting on a toilet to tell us about his current project, the sequel to No More Heroes? Has he got a serious case of IBS or has he replaced all the office chairs down at Grasshopper Studios with loos in order to reduce breaks and improve productivity? No, this is how he explains the reason he’s orating from the ‘throne’ – “I basically work like a bathroom toilet. I consume everything I see, everything I eat, and whatever I do, and then when I take a shit everything comes out perfectly. Welcome to my toilet.” Pure poetry. Stop it Suda, you’re making Keats and Wordsworth jealous.
