Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Let's Play!


Since broadband made it really easy to upload massive videos to YouTube, there's been a proliferation of people uploading really long videos of stuff you might not have thought to film.

I love that stuff. Here's a guy unboxing his special edition copy of Catherine, which comes with free pants.


There's all kinds of internet pontificating about why this is so popular. The Independent seem to think it's "geek porn", watching the sexy gadget/game get undressed as you covet it from your swivel chair like a eunuch with an office job. Whatever. I just find it oddly compelling, even when I don't particularly care about the game. I love how there's this guy just narrating himself opening a box one-handed on top of his Lion King bedspread.

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Stuff Done Since July 31st 2011

Books Read

I started reading Middlemarch by George Eliot. That was September, and I still haven't finished it. I haven't read a book written prior to 1900 for about four years, so it's taking a while. People in Eliot's time spent a lot more time sitting in parlours reading and a lot less time playing Skyrim. I spoke about this with someone who reads a LOT of books (and has never played a video game), and he said it took him years to finish Don Quixote, so I probably shouldn't worry. Anyway, Middlemarch is great, and Eliot lived a fairly interesting life.

I took a break to read American Gods by Neil Gaiman, which is probably his best novel. The premise is that everything humans worship has a physical form, is a "god", and that America's old gods, the gods carried to the new world by its earliest people, are being challenged by the new gods, the acne-faced, wire-smoking young god of computers and the terrifying metal-toothed god of cars. Gaiman's a great author, who has a beautifully simple turn of phrase, using very few words to say an awful lot. It is amazing how few authors have his ability to create tangibly believable magical worlds just by calmly stating what is going on.

I read some more Middlemarch, and now I've taken another break to read House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewsky, which is amazing. It's a cross between the most terrifying horror novel you will ever read and a satire of academic criticism (w***er alert). The pages look like this: