I wrote this silly poem 20 years ago, to amuse my university flatmates...
An Ode To Rahs
Rahs are always close at hand
In quadrangles across the land
With coloured jeans and scarves galore
As high-pitched gangs of girls hold hands
And chaps tie up their Timberlands
But if you fail to spot this clique
Fear not, for soon you'll hear a shriek
Of "Darling!" "Sweetie!" "Oh, what rot!
Your skiing tan has gone to pot!"
And, kissing, they will then proceed
To moan about the lives they lead.
"Oh, Moo Moo, I just can't survive
With this old scummy 205"
"And thanks to Daddy's failing health
We almost missed the Glorious Twelfth"
Then off they trot to squander cash
On clothes to wear at Lucy's bash
But trauma still awaits them there
As dwindling Pimms creates despair
"Oh god, it's only half past three!
I'll have to have a G&T"
So ends another stressful day
As our poor chums go on their way
For here you have it in the bag
Life is such an utter drag
(Picture courtesy of the Durham University Red Trousers Club, on http://lookatmyfuckingredtrousers.blogsp
It has a very wide aperture, which means that it can take pics with an incredibly shallow focus (e.g. you can accidentally get portraits where the nose is in focus but the eyes are blurred, and so on.) This takes a bit of getting used to and I have had to focus manually quite often just to get anything at all in focus. Other times I have had to close up the aperture a bit in order to get more sharpness. Most 'manual' of all is that it has no zoom capability... you actually have to use your legs and walk to the place where you want to frame the shot.
Anyway I've had it a day and have been practicing. A lot of people love this lens because it does a very pretty line in 'blur' and seems to create magical light all by itself, so that the pics come out luminescent. I can see what they mean.
In these shots of the sleeping Microbe, he was blessedly still and it gave me a chance to play about a bit with manual focus. In the second and third pics, I had a go at the same shot twice, firstly focused on his eyelashes and then on his lips...
These random housey shots are more exercises in selective focus...
In these outdoor shots I found it a bit tricky to get a crisp focus but I do still like the way it has captured the light and the colours...
A one-off fiddle with sepia (sorry it's a bit Athena)
Well that's all from me. I just wanted to ramble a bit about my lens, really, and it didn't really fit into the topic of my other blogs... hence I have done it here.
Is there a term that describes a sudden wistful nostalgia for the present moment? You know... like an enveloping feeling of warm contentment, where you are 'in the moment' yet simultaneously aware of its transience and reacting to it as if it has passed?
The Japanese have some wonderful aesthetic concepts about transience, such as wabi-sabi and mono no aware, which seem to require several paragraphs to be translated into English but broadly relate to an acceptance of the beauty of impermanence and a gentle sadness at the passing of things. Japanese strikes me as a very rich language. (They even have a special term that translates as Paris Syndrome, the breakdown experienced by people who find themselves severely disappointed by Paris).
I felt a sense of mono no aware the other day when I saw a 'Who do you think you are' episode in which J K Rowling sought out her French ancestors, one of whom had been awarded the legion d'honneur. Living through war and turmoil, their life experiences seemed somehow extra-significant, and yet she discovered that her great grandfather had been re-interred into a common grave in the 1960s because he had died entirely alone with no family ever to visit his grave. The second death that awaits us all when nobody is left to remember us.
Sometimes I feel a similar pang for all of the peasants of the dark ages who lived and died without any record of their existence passing into history. All of those great joys and tragedies entirely forgotten. I wonder how many geniuses were raised illiterate, their legacy of brilliance entirely dependent on the oral tradition of the non-geniuses around them.
Being recorded matters so much to us these days. It's impossible not to be recorded And an experience is barely valid unless someone photographed it and uploaded the pics to facebook or flickr. And yet, once our grandchildren are dead, the vast majority of us will be no more remembered than a 13th century peasant. I declare that it is time to embrace wabi-sabi and appreciate the beauty of our decay. It's really quite cheering in its own way.
Well, I suppose that's enough rambling for one evening. Poor neglected journal.
Now 'tis wine o'clock, which barely counts as a transient experience, since it returns every day - hooray!
- Current Location:homeski
- Current Mood:cheerfully ponderous
I got a Kindle Paperwhite for my birthday. This was mere whimsy really as there's nothing especially wrong with my old first-generation Kindle - but I do rather like the touch-screen, the size and the general usability of the Paperwhite.
One thing I spotted fairly quickly is that that they have made vast improvements to the usability of the homicide-inducing 'experimental' web browser. I realise this was never intended to be a primary use for the gadget, but my old Kindle got me out of quite a few sticky fixes in the past, thanks to its endless battery life and free roaming 3G all over Europe. There were times when I was abroad with no wifi or stuck on the tube with a dead phone and needing to send an email and was able to do it on the Kindle - albeit in a state of Tuckeresque fury at the horror of the interface, but lets not be picky.
So - this morning I found myself in precisely such a situation: on the train, dead phone, desire to send an email. "Hooray!" I thought - "I can try out the new and improved Kindle browser" ...until - feh - I discovered that the new Kindle models only allow you to use the web browser on Wifi. No 3G browsing any more. Damn ye, Amazon! I NEED my black and white newsprint version of the internet.
Oh, alright, I don't. But y'know...
It's been 8 months since my last confession, though I do very occasionally pop in for a read (and often write imaginary posts that I haven't got time to write in real life, which would be too long for FB and not really suited to my other blogs).
Anyway... I am popping in now to ramble on a bit (probably to myself) about books and films and the news.
First of all - books. Finding myself incapable of high culture at the moment, I made a plea on FB last week for a semi-trashy book recommendation with a bit of espionage that I could read without zonking straight off to sleep. In response, one of you lovely ladies suggested a book called Jackdaws by Ken Follett, which appeared dutifully on my Kindle 30 seconds later. So far it has me simultaneously gripped and appalled. Plot-wise, it's exactly the ticket - I can't resist the resistance. It's rollicking along and ticking all of my boxes and I even slunk off to bed early last night to read a bit of it and almost missed my tube stop this morning. But, once I've finished it, I might have to betray it to the authorities and get it court marshaled for crimes against writing. Here are a couple of its more special paragraphs... just for lols.
"Dieter Franck had noticed the girl at the café table the moment he drove into the square. He always noticed beautiful women. This one struck him as a tiny bundle of sex appeal [....] Beautiful women were like the gorgeous French impressionist paintings he collected: having one did not stop you wanting another."
Oh yeah, baby. I look forward to more...
As for films, things are even less highbrow as I've started watching the Twiglet series and am forcing sara_lou to watch them with me. I have to confess that, when I watched the first one a couple of years ago, it was a bit of a guilty pleasure cos I expected it to be more dreadful than it was - but the second one sent me to sleep so I had to re-watch the last hour of it last night. Has anyone sat through all of them? I'm planning to doggedly watch the lot now I've started. Teenage me would have fancied the pants off Edward but 40-year-old me is unable to see past his ludicrous pained expressions. I'd find myself offering him some laxatives and a lie down... and maybe a go on my Touche Éclat. These days, were I feeling cougarish, I'd probably prefer the button-nosed wolf boy, whose steroidy body would have freaked me out at the age of 16. As for Bella, I assume at some point we'll find out the secret of her special allure. So far, besides a pretty face, she comes across as the most vacuous, forgettable, non-personality ever to grace a movie screen.
A much better recommendation to look out for is an Argentinian crime-ish drama that we watched the other week. It has a dreadful title like The secrets in their eyes but it was v. good and they may well repeat it on BBC4.
In small-screen news, we've started season 2 of Game of Thrones but G is forcibly rationing it so that we don't watch it too quickly (jeez, I know!) I'm also slightly addicted to Pointless, an early evening quiz show that has managed to sneak above Uni C as my fav quiz. We've got into the habit of recording it every day and having it on in the kitchen while we're cooking dinner. Meanwhile, as a temporary fix until we can watch the last series of Breaking Bad, we had a go on a new US skiffy series called Revolution (which has the man who plays Gus Fring in it) but it's a bit pants so we probably won't bother continuing with that.
Moving onto less fripperous matters, I said that I was going to ramble about the news... but what I probably ought to do is hide from it for a while. Leaving aside my sheer bogglement this morning at someone giving a five-year-old child a loaded rifle as a gift, the recent run of prolonged stories about families perishing in arson attacks has broken me. It's not that it wouldn't always have done so but, of late, it's as if someone has removed all of my outer onion skins and everything is extra raw. I suspect it's probably hormonal since I had James. Things that used to disturb me now send me into a sort of meltdown and make me feel physically sick for days at a time. I honestly didn't think I could feel any worse about a crime than that Mick Philpott disaster until a similar incident turned up this week with dreadful details about the poor victims thrown in.
Be thankful that I'm not in politics, fiends, because I'm starting to have emotive opinions - for shame! Having spent my entire adult life intellectually opposed to capital punishment, I'm finding myself believing that maybe some people, after all, don't deserve the right to live. And, on top of that, I really can't think of a reason why a crime as reckless and stupid as arson should should carry less than life imprisonment - ever - regardless of whether anybody died. (Oh dear. I promise I've not started reading the Daily Fail)
Well, on that cheery note, I shall pop off again. I'm sure normal service will be resumed imminently. Given all of the evidence above, I think I'd probably better inject some high culture into my veins soon before it's too late...
Hello fiends, how are things? I hardly get time to post these days, but here is a v. quick square eyed fly-by...
I've watched two films this week.
The first was 500 Days of Summer, starring Zooey Kookface Deschanel. It was like sitting in the pub while a nice but unexciting friend tells you a 2-hour anecdote involving every single mundane conversation he's had in the last 6 months with his on/off girlfriend. Yawnarama. It gets an inexplicable imdb score of 7.9. I'd have given it a 5.7 myself. Why do people on imdb insist on revering these self-consciously kooky American films where nothing really happens but everyone seems to be under the impression that they're far more adorable and alternative than they really are? (Does having a character say "I love The Smiths!" guarantee you an extra 10 imdb points?)
The second was Headhunters - a Norwegian crime romp. Loads of Scandi fun! Total hokum in places but thoroughly entertaining all the way through. Def recommend. This one scores 7.5 on imdb... *mumble mumble*
In TV news, we've just finished season 2 of Breaking Bad (totally excellent) and have started Season 1 of Braquo. It makes the cops in Spiral look like morally upstanding paragons of the law. Total Gomorrah. (Has anyone ever made a French cop show that wasn't fundamentally rooted in corruption?)
Well that's all for now. Hope you're all having fun.
In square-eyed news, it is with great sheepishness that I admit I have been watching ITV's 'Superstar'. I can't help it... I love Andrew Lloyd Webber, even if he is Mr Toad. And JCS is his second best musical EVER. Also G and I have tickets to the stadium tour in September so we have an interest in who gets the role of Jesus.
But - good grief - it is a truly terrible programme. The OED ought to print a photo of a row of TV talent show judges next to the word 'hyperbole'. Apparently the Superstar judges are ded - DED, I tell you - on a daily basis, from the lethal greatness that is karaoke. We're speed-watching it a couple of days behind schedule because some of the content is so ear-curdlingly horrible that we can only watch with the aid of fast-forward. But, for anyone else who is secretly watching, I am sad that the adorable Geordie Wardy has just been booted out because I had a big soft spot for him. (We called him that because he looked a little bit like a northern wardytron), He has a gorgeous croony cabaret voice, like fat Elvis but 30 years too young. Totally unsuitable for Jesus, but I reckon he'd go down a storm as Enjolras in Les Mis. I also quite like the chap called Ben but I'll be surprised if the role of Jesus goes to anyone other than the blonde beardy twit called Nathan, who has a proper 70s rock voice.
As for the rest of the casting, Judas (the real star of the show) is being played by Tim Minchin. I have mixed feelings about this because, much as I like Tim Minchin, his voice is a tad nasal and not what I'd call a rock operatic belter. I'll be delighted to be proved wrong. Also I'm trying to expunge from my brain the fact that Chris Moyles has a bit-part. *shudder* And Melanie C is playing Mary Mag (meh), And I totally disapprove of turning a West End show into a stadium gig. But, despite all of the above, I am v much looking forward to it.
In other news, a shiny new gadge has arrived in the post and I could weep with boredom over it. It is an external 2TB hard drive for my laptop. I can't even be bothered to get it out of its dullard box. It was with extreme grudge that I forked out for it in the first place, as I can really do without the expense, but my 3-month-old Macbook has already run out of startup disk thanks to my insanely HUGE photo and video files. (This is a hidden expense of getting a DSLR that nobody mentions).
Oh - in case anyone is still reading - I have two quick TV-related Qs.
Q1: Did any of you watch Braquo? If so, could you let me know whether it is ok to start watching at season 2, or is it better to watch season 1 first? (I am not sure how 'stand-alone' each season is)
Q2: is it worth watching Lost? My gut feeling is no, because there are a gazillion seasons and that's a lot of my life and I heard that it is polyfilla central once it gets you hooked. But some people argue that it pays off in the end. Does it?
Well thanks all! Enjoy the sunshine x
It doesn't really do shades of grey, though, does it? I have a feeling that most of the characters are going to fall into one of two categories...
a) brutal and tortured (but in an honorable way);
b) bad to the bone (especially if blonde).
( not much in the way of spoilers, but cut just in case…Collapse )
Well that's as far as I have got.... might post more later.
Is anyone else watching?
A couple of weeks ago I read this mildly amusing article by Charlie Brooker about how Mass Effect 3 allows you to be gay in space.
Why am I mentioning this now? Because, like the sad, old, completist dinosaur that I am, I have finally bitten the bullet and completed Ye Olde Mass Effect 1, so that I have the back story to go on and play games 2 and 3. This, alongside raising a baby? Yes. I am a superhero.
( Feminist gaming, anyone? No… didn't think so.Collapse )
And as for being allowed to be gay in ME3, I have to say that this does not bode well at all for me. I really can't be doing with getting into romantic relationships in games. I've got the universe to save, FFS. Do I look like I want to play The SIMS?
(Ok, I sound like I'm moaning but I'm actually gagging for game 2 really)
1. Who else is watching Homeland on Channel 4? I'm really enjoying it so far. I used to think of Claire Danes as Gwyneth Lite but she's quite good in this. (Her character is even more flawed than Sara Lund). Also it has Damian Lewis being ginger.
2. Episode 1 of Alcatraz showed promise - and had a good ending. Hooray for Sam Neil. There should be more Sam Neil. So say I.
3. A few eps into Grimm, I am not overly convinced. I fear it might already be slipping into formulaville. But I'll give it a chance.
4. I am so gagging for the next big thing. You know... something really really good. I've decided to order season 1 of Breaking Bad on dvd. I do hope this hits the spot and isn't just man-hype.
5. On the vague off-chance... does anyone have a copy of season 4 of Fringe that they're willing to lend? We bought our TIVO too late to catch the first half of the series. Tsk.
6. For want of anything new and exciting we have been re-watching Buffy.... again. Oh it's such a guilty pleasure. Like spending a day in your PJs after a long week in a business suit. Bless!
Well that's all from me. Time to take my square eyes kitchenwards...
Nope - I'm afraid those lyrics never made any sense to me, either. I only mention them because apparently Marie Claire gets her 'even suntan' in Juan Les Pins... which is where we are going on holiday, or near enough anyway. The Cote D'Azur is becoming a bit of a habit, but at least it will be new to Jim-Jam, who was a mere twinkle in my eye the last time we visited.
Oh jubilations! This is a last hoorah in May before my maternity leave runs out (wail!) We're holling with fellow foodie sara_lou once again. I can only assume that she is a glutton for punishment as well as asparagus.
Last night we finalised our flights and booked this house in the old town area of Antibes, which is right next door to Juan Les Pins but a wee bit quieter and less touristy. Dreamy! I love the fact that the ground floor living room is open plan with the kitchen, which opens out onto the garden. I'm anticipating a week of market shopping and culinary shenanigans and praying for the sort of weather where we can breakfast on croissants in the courtyard.
It does change things somewhat, having a baby with you. I keep coming up with grand plans involving beautiful hillside villages, accessed via several mile walks through steep, precarious terrain. Hmmm. Maybe.
Anyway the last time we visited Antibes I took this photo, which pretty much illustrates what holidays are all about for me...
Now I suppose I should go and get myself dressed and presentable...
In the meantime, may I wish a happy Mother's Day to you and/or your mothers (tick as applicable)
- Current Mood: chipper
Now my only dither is what to read first...
a) A Fairly Honorable Defeat by Iris Murdoch
a) is a tale of evil, academic skullduggery that was recommended by Rosamicula with such flair that I decided I must read it immediately. I have now read the opening pages and should probably continue before I start something else. I suspect it will become very good but I was so distracted by the authorial style of the opening that I kept failing to pay proper attention to the information that I was supposed to be taking in and had to re-read it. Specifically it's because Murdoch uses gossipy conversations between long-standing couples as a way of revealing a huge load of back story about other characters . My only quibble with it is that they say too much to be entirely believable, along the lines of "well of course your brother Peter is bound to be upset ever since his wife Jane had an affair with your best friend, John..." Anyway I'm probably just being picky. I suspect it's a tale that needs its back story dealt with quickly in order to get going.
b) is a cosy wallowing comfort-blanket of fun and linguistic silliness. Like a mug of corking hot chocolate on an all wet day. (Warning: I will undoubtedly become infected with jazz age slang for the duration of this read).
c) is a trilogy (oh dear) of escapist teenage tosh. I'm sure I read a funny quote once about people whose book collection consists mainly of trilogies and it wasn't flattering. But anyway this one is being pimped at me by every corner of the interweb. Someone out there appears to know that I'm not above reading kids books... or even trilogies.
Anyway whichever one I go for first, please don't expect rapid feedback. My reading time is, in itself, a crazed fantasy. (I am currently averaging about 1 or 2 pages per day...)
If I shout at the cats, they glance round at me for a second and then carry on regardless. The second time I shout at them, in a much louder, crosser voice, they don't even bother to look. I have exactly the same effect on interloping tomcats who give me GETOUTOFMYHOUSE rage. They might as well say "face - bothered?" at me. By contrast, when G shouts at the cats, they immediately stop what they're doing and jump down/run away/drop it/hide or whatever is required. No sass whatsoever.
Furthermore, Microboy's reaction to me shouting angrily at the cats is a grin of unadulterated glee. Sadly I don't think this is early evidence of sibling schadenfreude; it appears to be little other than evidence that the sound of my raised voice is hilarious. Oh the parenting joy I have ahead of me...
* (G has pointed out that the only person around here who does in fact respect mah authoritah is G. Well, I suppose that's something.)
So I have done the deed. I have gone to the squeaky bright side and bought a 13" Macbook Air. It will arrive in 3 days' time.
G is already bracing himself for the barrage of swearing that will ensue every time I discover some new thing that the Mac won't let me do that I could do on Windows. I can't help it.... I know it's gonna happen. I already get outraged on a daily basis by our various house Macs. However I also kind of love them for being so... y'know. And I've had to concede that, these days, I mainly use my laptop for sifting through billions of photographs and HD video processing - and tend to remote-control my Windows work machine when I need to use professional software at home. Also my style of working is to have 85 applications all running at once and to reboot under sufferance once a century. G has forced me to do online research to check how it will cope, and the word on the street is that the latest Air is well equipped for such shenanigans. Also it has a very nice screen resolution. And iz waffer thin!
So wish me luck. I promise I'll try not to axe it to pieces straight away.
In other news - a NEW FLATPACK has just arrived!!! This is Jim-Jam's baby bookcase. Oh how I love flatpacks. Especially easy ones like this. Funski!
It's been a while since I did a square-eyed ramble, so here goes...
Since we got our TIVO box we've watched some quite good telly on our late evenings when Micro is in bed. Assuming you don't mind wading through the 8 billions channels of tat, there are a few decent channels and it's also rather cool to have access to old shows on Catch-up TV.
The other week we watched State of Play (the original 2003 TV series). Its a drama/thriller in 6 parts, centred around a news journalist and a politician. It was available on catch-up TV but I think it's also on DVD. Anyway I really enjoyed it. It's got loads of actors in it who went on to become familiar faces. (I had previously watched the US film remake which wasn't bad, but the TV original is definitely better).
Catch-up TV also has the 1985 mini-series of Edge of Darkness available. What say ye? Yay or Nay?
Another goodie (I think) is Rubicon - an American thriller series about a small team of political code breakers/investigators. (I think it's on BBC4, so no need for TIVO, but will have to check). Anyway we're only 2 episodes in, and I must confess that G and I are spending a lot of time guessing at the potential cliches that might come up. But I'm enjoying it nonetheless. The whole theme of thriller/conspiracy/code-breaking could not be rammed any further up my alley - hence I am perfectly willing to let it off if it all gets a bit silly.
BBC4 is also currently showing the 80s series The Singing Detective, which I seem to recall being very good, Am I remembering correctly? (Am recording it but haven't re-watched any of it yet)
Rather annoyingly we bought the TIVO too late to catch the start of series 4 of Fringe (an excellent American Skiffy show) which means that we have to wait until they start it over again. In the meantime, in a bid to fill the hole, we've had a go on Haven and Eureka, neither of which really come close. But they're alright for a bit of unchallenging chewing-gum-for-the-eyes, just before bed... I spose.
Ooh, another good thing from TIVO is that it keeps showing the old Blackadders. I'm usually not a big fan of wallowing in 'the good old days' of telly from one's youth but recently I've made a few exceptions, especially for Bladder. It really is consistently funnier than anything that's on now. I can't deny that I've had some great laughs from the likes of Spaced, Misfits and the Inbetweeners, but there's not a lot else I can think of from the last 15 years or so that has made me do proper lols all the way through it in the same way as Blackadder. It has the perfect holy trinity of smut, wordplay and slapstick.
As for the coming-soons, I'm probably going to have a spin on the new Danish killer-thriller on ITV3 to see if it's worth a go (I forget the name) and anything else Danish that comes up. Also I quite fancy something called Alcatraz that hasn't started yet and another one called Grimm
Well that's probably enough about my sad life. And my takeaway has just arrived - hooray!
And because I am so highly suggestible, I almost always go and have a listen/read if the review intrigues me. These days it has become my main route to discovering new things, especially music and books.
(Admittedly I tend to ignore them if they are about death metal or some such silliness, but apart from that I read them voraciously, even if I don't always comment)
While the water is running, throw in a good, healthy slosh of Sweet Orange essential oil (it's dirt cheap and ultra-safe, so you can afford to be generous). Then add a not-too-parsimonious sprinkle of Ylang Ylang (if you are a stickler for detail, aim for approx 1 part Ylang Ylang to 3 parts Orange). If that's all you've got handy, then stop there, and it's very nice indeed. Comforting and uncomplicated... think of it as the Dairy Milk of aromatherapy.
Should you wish to go further and enhance it with some depth and complexity, chuck in a few more sprinkles of any of the following: Geranium for flowery oomph, Bergamot for fresh floral/citrus, Patchouli for earthy sophistication, Cedarwood for 'I'm a lumberjack' manliness. (In fact, all of the above will blend together beautifully - just sprinkle with gay abandon until it smells nice)
Apols to those of you who might happen to read this missive of indulgent soakery whilst stuck at your desks... but y'know - think of it as something to look forward to, come hometime.
- Current Mood:indulgent
For those of you who are not gamers, it means that I get to run around the rooftops of the unbelievably stunning 16th Century Constantinople...
...collecting shinies and doing stuff like this:
Anyway here's the thing. Typically whenever a game gives me any option, I play as a pacifist. For example, in Fallout 3, my interactions with other humans were so saintly and do-gooding that my social status could only be illustrated by a little picture of a sandal-wearing Jesus figure. This despite the fact that I spent the entire time dressed in full combat gear, leveled up to maximum gun skills, taking out super-mutants by shooting them relentlessly in the knee until they died. (But that didn't matter because they were mutants and therefore asking for it.)
Anyway the problem with the Ass Creed games is that they just won't let me be a pacifist assassin. Every time I am minding my own business, scaling a tower to try and collect a shiny from the top of it, my peace is broken by a barrage of jobsworthy guards shouting "Hey, you! Get down!" "You will die for this!" "Don't let him get away!" ...and I then have to kill them all, bloodily, with my magnificent weaponry.
Not only that, but the 'engage parachute' button is the same button that makes you leap from a rooftop and assassinate a passer-by by pinning him to the ground through the eye with your hidden blade. G keeps catching me in the act of apologising sheepishly to pixelated people that I have accidentally assassinated, all the while insisting that I am a good guy really.
Upon seeing how my Xboxy passion has been reawakened, G has very kindly bought me another game to play next. Crysis 2... anyone? (All I can say from the box is that it looks very unpacifist indeed...)
- Current Mood:remorseful
How, in the name of arse, did I end up as the sort of person who has to do a tax return and send invoices?
It's just not worth it, people. Say NO to freelance work. Especially the sort where you only end up earning 10p after tax.
Keep your heads down and stay as PAYE, whatever you do...
PS: as for you, Mr Tumble, kindly stick your spotty bag where the sun don't shine and STFU.
- Current Mood: grumpy
I got a copy of Assassins Creed Revelations for xmas and it has reopened a little Xboxy fire in my soul. (Not that I get any time to game these days, but never mind... I'm putting in a bit of evening time when I can)
I'm in a vague dither about whether I would enjoy Skyrim. Is it roleplay? I've never been a roleplay girl, but I think I might have turned a corner since Fallout 3, which I LOVED. In truth I don't think anybody really makes my sort of games any more (Y'know... action adventure - Tomb Raiderish stuff, big on exploration and treasure finding with a fairly linear plot, decent puzzling and a healthy dose of shooting). These days I tend to devote my rare gaming hours to things like Ass Creed and the better end of FPS.
I'm having trouble putting into words what it is about the open-world games that keeps failing to grip me. I think it must just be me, cos everyone else seems to love them. Fallout 3 somehow got it right by being primarily an exploration/action game with a big sense of purpose and billions of complex, well-written side missions which didn't feel like pointless, repetitive filler. Conversely... I keep returning to Rockstar games with a sense of hope and ending up disappointed. I really wanted to love Red Dead Redemption, but somehow it just filled me with the same old GTA-ish ennui, once I found myself running around doing repetitive errands for people to earn pin money. (FFS, I might as well go to work!)
I like single player games where there is a meaningful (vaguely linear) sense of purpose. Things change - the stuff you do causes the game to move on... you get to explore and the scenery changes, you find secret things, you solve problems, you play with cool weapons, you don't have to wade through 18 hours of poorly written dialogue in between every action scene. I like fast and fluid gameplay. All the better if you get to have fun with a sniper rifle and lots of exploding cans. Anything that forces me to use stealth or makes me do timed missions or repeat things until they pass some tiresome success criteria just has me throwing my controller across the room in a tantrum.
So... what do you reckon? Will I enjoy Skyrim?
(Given that hardly anyone I know is a gamer, I suspect I shall sit and watch tumbleweed blow past on this one. I might have to crosspost to some other communities...)
- Current Mood: curious