Wednesday, 27 July 2011

Game review roundup and an interesting turn of events. Also sackboy.

À la Recherche du Jeux Perdus: La Troisième Partie is in production. I made the n00b mistake of writing it in Blogger rather than in an editor than importing it, so a hasty "Ctrl + z" to undo a sentence deleted a my post. Before I had time to wipe the beer off my mouse, Blogger's autosave had forgotten it for good. When this happens, it is so unbelievably demoralising that starting again is physically painful, so I've been putting it off.

Ethan Mars might have lost a son and a finger, but I'm pretty sure he's never lost a blog post.

There is also other news.

Thursday, 7 July 2011

À la Recherche du Jeux Perdus: La Deuxième Partie

When I was growing up, I wanted to be an astronaut. I wanted to pilot a spaceship, Skywalker-style between planets: making friends, saving civilizations on and falling in love under a technicolour sky. I devoured books on space, built rockets out of Lego and wrote stories of adventure amongst the stars on small square leaves of paper from the pad that sat by the phone.


My parents were only too happy to indulge my enthusiasm, and childhood was punctuated by scale models of lunar landing craft (thanks Dad), spaceship-shaped birthday cakes (thanks Mum) and trips to the Science Museum. So it was only logical that when Apollo 13 was released, I was taken to see it at Portsmouth's first multiplex cinema.