So this week is the Halifax Pop Explosion. Starting tomorrow I’m going to be hitting up various places downtown and staying out stupid late for five nights straight. Even though I don’t drink (usually) I’m 25 going 0n 60 and I only have one day off after to sleep in before I start a new temp day job on Monday. That’s going to be like a four coffee day.

Last night I finished Xenoblade Chronicles. It’s kind of an amazing game. I was going to start The Last Story but decided I should probably play something stupid first as a gaming wind-down of sorts. After finding a cheap copy I decided on 50 Cent: Blood on the Sand.

Gameplay-wise it’s actually pretty decent. But man is the story ever terrible. Terrible in the most brilliant way. I’m a third of the way through it and I still don’t understand exactly what they’re trying to convey here. Ever see something that . . . It’s like you don’t understand it, but it’s not over your head? Is it possible for something to actually be under your level of comprehension? Also, his music plays in the background at all times. This is the most rap I’ve listened to since junior high. I imagine that’s still the demographic for modern rap.

From the game’s article on Wikipedia: “Charlie Brooker mocked the game’s perceived infantile pretense of maturity on the BBC program Gameswipe. “The game’s so desperate to appear grown-up it ends up looking downright ridiculous, like an adolescent straining to grow a whispery little moustache and bragging about how many girls he’s fingered.” ”

Yep.

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Nathan from Newfoundland sent me this one. I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume this wasn’t hand-drawn. Thanks Nathan!