Tagged: Gaming


It’s an online craze at the moment, but I can’t wait for Slender‘s appeal to die down.

There’s something uniquely terrifying about this game. I’ve played survival horrors before where there’s always been some respite from the impending cause of death, but this is non-stop, scream-inducing madness. From the get-go, you have to will yourself to find eight notes in an enclosed wooded area, with a limited torch battery and some soon-to-soiled underwear. The threat: a skinny black figure with a plain white oval for a face – the slender man.

This fella should not be scary. But when he starts generating static on your screen and you turn and he’s just staring at you and some frightful ‘duh-duh’ music kicks in, many a shit will be lost. To make matters worse, the foreboding soundscape kicks in another creepy sound or music effect every time you pick up another note and the slender man becomes more skilled at keeping up with you.

Didn’t wanna sleep tonight anyway.


Cartridge in a Bear Tree

Spring. My favourite season. Though isn’t everyone’s favourite season where their birthday lands? I think I’ve got another great reason to love Spring though.

It all starts with Banjo-Kazooie, really. Who could ever look past Click Clock Wood, the last world in what could arguably be the best N64 game behind The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Of all the seasons in Click Clock Wood, Spring was my favourite. Winter was annoying with no leaves to climb with and Summer bees were a headache in a world that was far too yellow. Autumn was nice, collecting worms for the eagle and helping the squirrel harvest acorns. But Spring was awesome: it rained, the bumblebee was usable and life was dandy.

Pretty much none of that will make sense to anyone who didn’t grow up with Banjo-Kazooie and if that person’s you, go dust off the N64 and blow a cartridge – see what you missed out on in your childhood.

Blog Jam

Blergh. Blogging is becoming a bit of a chore these days. Some days I’d seriously rather read a chapter of A Game of Thrones or brain out over an Infinity Blade sesh but my Potty Mouth conscience forbids it.

Perhaps you can help. What’s a way to keep Potty Mouth fresh and exciting for you and I?

Yoshi Slippers

Might as well blog about these as they’re on my feet.


These fellas were given to me as a birthday present last year and the person who gave them to me is an absolute babe. I’ve always been fond of everything Nintendo and to be wearing Yosh on my feet is just awesome. They tick all boxes on a sentimental front.

Yoshi slippers are appropriate to wear at just about any occasion. They’ve accompanied me for entire days at a time (I’ve even worn them to uni as part of a dare but did I really need to be dared?
… probably)
One adversity the slippers face is wet weather conditions. My feet get almost as wet as they would without the slippers on rainy days. In terms of overall durability though, I’m surprised the slippers haven’t carked it yet – I wear them just about everyday. A pair of great items to keep your feet warm!

Do I really need to talk about their appearance? Yoshi is awesome so naturally, by extension, the slippers look awesome. They have started many a conversation and I’ve heard many a person say something to the effect of “those slippers are brilliant” (but are people just being nice and actually think I’m a bit of a noob?
… probably)

The Yoshi slippers rate so very highly in my books:

Sentimentality: 10/10
Practicality: 8/10
Aesthetic Appeal:10/10

… with a grand total score of…


Hungover (brain can’t think of a good post title)

Let’s get something clear: I’m on my phone when I’m blogging, NOT my laptop. A friend asked me last night how I managed to have my laptop with me on the loo. I’m visualising me on the loo with my laptop and it looks hilarious.

Speaking of the phone does raise an interesting question though: what if I drop it in the basin? Mum’s an advocate of my blog but she said her primary concern is the unscheduled swim my phone could have while writing a post. I think the likelihood of this happening is pretty low – I’ve been pretty cautious ever since I dropped a beloved manual in the toilet (pretty sure it was ‘Donkey Kong Country 2’?).

Severely hungover/still drunk and have to go to uni in 20 minutes. Wish me luck!

Toilet Habits: A Brief History

The title of this post could definitely mislead a few. The toilet habits I refer to are those that occupy my time whilst on the loo. For most, this might be reading newspapers or the posters on the toilet door or texting a mate (calling them if you’ve got little respect for them) or simply nothing at all – maybe you just want to get out of there. Not me. Not then, not now, not ever.

Ever since I can remember, I can associate many a toilet trip with video games. Early on, I’d always have a gaming manual (the 20 or so page booklet that came with the game) with me at the loo. I must have understood this as being socially unacceptable because I distinctly remember stuffing the ‘Donkey Kong 64’ booklet down my pants on my way to the toilet so that my parents didn’t know about my reading material. Needless to say, the awkward waddle probably gave it away.

As I got older, reading about video games wasn’t enough; I had to play them. Many an hour playing ‘Pokemon’ was spent on that cold, white disc of a seat (apparently a bed wasn’t more comfortable?) and mum would promptly notice my absence.

“Haven’t drowned in there?” she’d ask.

“No” I’d reply. “I’m just beating the Celadon City gym leader.”

Nowadays, it’s ‘Plants vs. Zombies’ or some other iPhone app. I’m not alone in this though: I heard someone in this very cubicle playing ‘Temple Run’ the other day.

Toilet Tip #1: Never play iPhone games on the toilet with the sound on. It’s almost as awkward as hearing the ‘Angry Birds’ theme blasting on a tram.

I hope this post’s made something clearer: I created this blog so I could use my time more effectively. Anywho, my bum’s numb. See ya.