I liked the PS3 menu. I don't mind the PS4 menu. All of them are fairly shitty in the grand scheme of things. Wii's menu is one of my favourites, mayble Wii U, because pointing/clicking on shit directly >>>>>>> control pad flicking. Where there's no PS4 menu emulating mouse-like interaction via the touch pad is beyond me.
N64 was fucking fantastic. It serves an importance piece in the puzzle that is my love for this medium, exposing me to a multitude of experiences I hadn't had before, while being home to some of my most beloved gaming memories. It's irrespective of Nintendo-gonna-Nintendo, third party support, and all that junk. Reality is I poured countless hours into N64 games that left me with overwhelmingly positive memories. Hundreds of hours into Perfect Dark multiplayer alone justify the system in my eyes, but everything else from
the classics and the experiences they provided, right to the quirky oddball stuff that wasn't very good but still seemed totally original (see: Body Harvest); all of this just made for one hell of a memorable piece of gaming history. Rare's output alone was all I really needed.
Fuck gossiping housemates in earshot. Everybody talks about everyone else, even if it's nice. That doesn't matter. But behind-the-back chitchat
in earshot just feels gross. I've been on the receiving end of that with houesmates twice, and in both cases I was woken up as the subjects involved discussed me loudly only a few meters away from my door. The first time I was only 19 and living with one of my oldest friends I'd known since I was like....6, who proceeded to get unbearably fucking wasted and tell our
cunt of a housemate (who we'd later throw out) a whole bunch of incredibly personal shit he knew about me for reasons that still escape me. That was my first experience living out of home and I value those two years for the learning experience they gave in learning that your "old friends" can be baggage that don't shape your future (I came from a relatively small town where everyone-knows-everyone), and the troubles of shared housing. The second was maybe 5 years ago when my awesome (then and still) housemate convinced her long term partner (now broken up, after 7 years) to move in with us, and I within like....two weeks he was having a bitch about me, the most trivial thing (and a misreading of my intentions on his behalf, easily resolved by just talking), to said awesome housemeate/his partner. He woke me up with his ranting, and I could hear clearly his bullshit alongside her "Uhh, yeah, I don't have a problem?". Fuck that shit.
Anyway, today my colleague had to take the day off (for fair reasons), and due to staff shortages I had the site to myself. I saw 25 clients which is
ridiculous and I'm so fucking tired. Beer is chilling to the numb the pain of living.
I had a homemade loaded baked potato for dinner, and a red delicious apple for dessert!
Strawberry and banana yogurt.
Yogurt with some raisins in it. #hobolife
All of this sounds wonderful. I'm heating up a pile of chips because I have no energy to cook or go anywhere.
