takun

So I've been playing Arkham City a bit (shuddup) and because I'm a completionist that's totally by choice and not just an undiagnosed case of ADD, I puchased Nightwing today.

What I saw was a man with shaggy hair and a mask that could have been designed by the same people who make Elton John's glasses. He's wearing a tight, black body suit and is standing in a room of beefy thugs (some of which are wearing makeup and lipstick). He's got a thick lipped smirk and he *winks*.

And like that I decide to never play as Nightwing again. Animated Nightwing through a Johnnie Walker filter will do instead. Meanwhile playing the new maps as Batman and Catwoman are just *fun*.

Nothing wrong with that sort've thing if its your cup of tea (or your a fan). IJust do me a favour - shuddup about Nightwing.

I wonder what constitutes a "great American/Australian/Generalisation novel", if surely beauty is in the eye of the beholder, which is equally true to the written word. Is it a question of poetic description or genre? Can a novel only be great if it satisfies the basic hunger or yearning for the elements we all strive for: fulfilment, contentment, satisfaction of overcoming adversary? Is it true to originality? Is it impossible for a franchise to produce a great novel?

Maybe a novel can only be great if admired by the majority of the public. The difference between a blockbuster film and a small, low budget flick which only captures a cult following. (Or the cult following creating a low budget flick, which belongs in a different category all together.) Maybe a writer lives parallel to artists, and that their work is only appreciated long after their dead and are incapable of writing more works.

Or maybe it's really just a case of hard work, passion and heart. Because like anything, theres a noticeable difference between a half assed job and a labour of love, and a book is no different.

So, what to write about...

When exactly did game developer's try really hard to get us into shape? I know the general gamer sterotypes are "couch potatoes" or some other type of living room vegetable, but why did they suddenly decide to make us… healthy?

Wii Fit was the first – let's face it, it was pretty fun and the sales reflected that. You could even cheat to a degree like most games – you dont have to really run up and down with the wiimote in your pocket, pressing the A button did the same thing.

Then they made Playstation Move (which is kinda funny, because they first looked at Nintendo's Wiimote and said it was like a lollipop… so what's this bright pink ball on the top of their's 'spossed to be? A Harry Potter wand? Actually, that sounds kinda fun now…) which is where some of the big named sports games by EA Games are being used in conjunction with.

Now the Kinnect just screams a few things, but one of them is the new fitness game that Microsoft must have in the works. It's being broadcasted on the XBL dashboard now after all.

So! We see the pattern – allow the method to my madness to take these facts and show us the future, yes? In the future, self-motion games will be 50% of the market… and some will be endorsed by First Aid companies the world over. Other's will have an extended Doctor's warning – we've all read the epilepsy warning from N64 games, but the new one will be more along the lines of "Warning! Do not attempt to play Uncharted 4 – Listless Faults if you are: pregnant, plan to be pregnant, have diabetes, have a history of heart illness, suffer from loss of motor functions or havn't had a recent physical check up."

I like to think assuming Uncharted 4 will be called something like Listless Faults is also pretty on the cards.

In years after THAT, some games might even have the nutrient value on them. "This game contain's 0 fat!" Of course, THAT just implies that there are games out there swimming in salt, artificial flavourings and carbos.

And I gotta find that game – cause I'm telling you, that'll be a good game to play!

My day job starts at 7am - to get there I wake up at 5:30am. Its 3 hours long, tedious, and governed by the incarnate of Hitler who yesturday gave me a pre-official warning. He spent today staring over my shoulder telling me where, what, how and why to do things, sometimes throwing things towards me to catch.

Its not that I hate my job. Just the times, hours, days, location, people I deal with and the giant sci-fi-styled machine sucking the life out of me thats hidden underneath the freezer.
At least I'm sure thats what it is.
I never thought I'd be thankful to be mildly handicapped but pills really do help with these shifts. I wonder if I'm an addict...? Hey cool, I know I'm a good writer if I have an addiction.

Speaking of, next tuesday I start my new Creative Writing course. Im told by the instructor its more about developing skills, plots and sublines, but it has a good few credits needed for taking on an advanced course, and if I want to make a bigger magazine/journalism career, its stepping stone one.

I'm really enjoying writing for AMO but if I want to throw out the old water (bet you were wondering about this entry's title, eh?) I'll need a better job that pays, and if this is the career I'm after, I'm going to have to make a few sacrifices. (If someone could tell me what to sacrifice to find out how MANY steps I need to make, that would be awesome). Maybe I should treat it like law school - move to America, taking odd jobs through the day and being an exotic Australian dancer of a night time to pay my way through journalism school.


So, now we come to the final question: any cool Americans need an Australian for odd jobs? Must live near by a writing school or at least New York so I can visit the set of the Daily Show.

Love,
Ta

Scribbled a new article last night, so I can voice how much I want soft spoken Mercedes Rose to come back as Rosalina, how I hope Team Ninja wont make Zero Suit Samus with built in airbags, and because Official Nintendo Magazine now watches me on Twitter, hehe.

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Next year after christmas Im completely gutting and redoing my spare bedroom into a big rec room, feature walls, fouton, surround and soft toys of mascots thrown about, with full photos of the process. Now I just need a second job to help pay for it all...