Late night coursework rush.
Rediscovering old games!
Sarah played Portal.
By rights, this Haiku should belong to the 9th, as I’ve overstepped the almighty threshold of time that is twelve, midnight. Alas, I shall still post later ‘today’ in an effort to keep everything on track. Onwards with the bloggery!
Your mind is shutting down. Your eyes are pulling the curtains closed. It’s time to close down, to shut up shop, to halt, discontinue and call it a day (or a morning as the case may be). Yet you find yourself rushing furiously to complete an assignment due in later today. We’ve all been here at least once, and it is by no means a representative of an unsystematic mind as some would have you believe- oh no, reader. On the contrary, it takes someone special to master the fine art of unorganized genius. By eliminating the tedium of such callous, old-hat dogma as cataloguery, standardization and regulation, the unorganized genius introduces an overwhelming, exhilarating propensity to sporadically create masterpieces. as Questions like “Did I leave the oven on?” and “Why aren’t the brakes working?” become common place, the unorganized genius finds himself presented with a new understanding of all things. Priorities fall into place like cars hurdling down motorways at breakneck speed without any means of slowing. It is only when they crash in a fiery explosion of death that the genius perceives his assignment in it’s truest light- kind of trivial, really, in the grand scheme of things. Did I mention an explosion?
Rediscovering old games is a fun time. I wrote a bit of a review on Alien Shooter which you may want to peruse, as it is the game I am currently revisiting. It’s largely a shooty-bang-bang affair with an isometric view point and a huge amount of aliens to massacre. It’s camera angle and pointed retro-ness remind me of games like Diablo, and so pluck my heartstrings in all the correct places. I’m rather tempted to purchase Zombie Shooter 2, which as you can probably imagine is the same sort of shindig with less aliens and more- well, Zombies.
SARAH PLAYED PORTAL. For a mere six minutes I should probably point out. She got barely into the first chamber involving one button and a cube a few feet away from it before she collapsed into tears as she struggled to comprehend the enormity of the challenge at hand. Or she wasn’t interested, I forget which. This hugely enormous revelation is, I fear, overshadowed by the fact she viciously incriminated me by playing Farmville on my Facebook account, soiling my good reputation forever. All evidence has been duly erased, and such a travesty will never again occur.
Never blog when you’re tired. You ramble on about inane concepts such as unorganized genius. Seriously now.
