Said I would pop round to see a mate after work on friday. Its now 1716 on sunday. I just got home.
A great hanging out weekend. Slobbing on my mates' new sofa cushions in the living room. Watching tv, playing the "i'd do him/her" game with my mate's wife and generally dorking out. The remainder of the new M&S sofa incidentally, and majority bulk is casually up on end in the hallway. Lesson to us all I think. The lesson is: when buying a sofa, measure it, your hall way and any relevant doorways between the shop and its intended resting place.
For some of the time we test drove Rock Guitar Hero II (Or whatever its called) on the Wii. It comes with a guitar thing that the wii-remote slots into and is then effectively played like a guitar with buttons. The game is great. Does exactlly what it says on the tin. If you like that sort of thing... But for my part, other than getting to kareoke air guitar along to Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby b' kiaser chiefs, the most interesting thing was the side-affects on my vision from staring at the scrolling screeen during gameplay. I looked away from the screen and happen to catch my mate's oyster chair, which is covered with a Tiger print throw, 'breathing'. I say breathing, but it was more like the pattern itself was tightening, rising in areas of m vision. Not much, but enough to give it a sense of being a slightly shifting fluid. I kept quiet at first. Haven't seen that sort of visual since my early 90's (ahem) experimentation with certain funghi and chemically flavoured blotting paper, my first thought was that I was having one of those 'flashbacks' we were all promised. As it turned out my mate was seeing it too in the wall paper and curtains. Ah. Just like the old days :)
A further three other games test driven in our 48 hour wiiathon, but without any obvious halucinagenic side affect were;
The new Complete Saga Lego Star Wars, the same games as before with some polishing here and there, still brilliant and huge fun with the wiimote and nunchuk.
Thirdly the phenomenonal Mario Galaxy. People either love Mario or they haven't really spent anytime in his company. 'Nuff said.
And lastly, Cook Mama. Japanese Candy coloured neon flavoured sillyness with a scary 'mama' whose eyes turn to demon fire if she is disappointed with your timing and cooking skills. I'm sure she kept telling me "you're not mine"...
My daughter was asking for the DS version a couple of weeks back.
I think it would do my head in.
So that's that then.
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