I never seem to have a lot of free time these days, so I end up talking about playing games a lot more than I play them. When I do get a chance to play them, they're generally games that I can pick up, play for five or ten minutes and then go and do something else.
Last night I went home early with the intention of spending some time playing Burnout Paradise, Fallout 2, Mass Effect or any of the other myriad games I've spent money on but not played enough. That didn't happen though, and here's why...
After briefly trying the demo for MegaMan 9, I bought the full* game off XBox Live Arcade. Now, I loved MegaMan as a kid, and MegaMan 2 is one of my all time favourite games, but I don't remember any of them being even close to as hard as this is.
I spent HOURS playing it, and I managed to kill ONE of the eight master robots. It made me want to smash my controller, so I played Castle Crashers instead. What an ending.
Anything I write that is remotely poetic feels pretentious.
Tonight on the train home, I dozed off and woke up between stations and outside was completely black, with shadows of stuff on the side of the tracks flying by the window. It was distinctly unnerving, and not just because I wasn't sure if I'd missed my stop or not. I couldn't even tell if we were passing under trees or over water.
This dismal illusion was shattered when we got to the next station.
When I got off the train at Skerries, however, the night sky was curiously blue.
I was thinking about how I was going to say how this made me feel when I reached my front door, realised I hadn't got my keys, couldn't get in the house, my phone was out of battery and no-one would answer the door.
Pale blue horizons and dark blue skies begin to mean less and less when you're stuck outside in the cold.
In alphabetic order, Derry, Fry, Jack and Laura are some of my favourite people in this town. Without them, the last year in Dublin, and this last weekend in particular, would have not been as fantastic as they were.
The Punk Rock Debs was on last night in Boh's bar. It was a great night. Besides the opportunity to get dressed up, which I ALWAYS love doing, it was an opportunity to talk to people that I don't see that often, and to eat vegan cupcakes.
The bands that played were great, especially Complan. It's a shame that I don't know enough of their songs, because the highlight of the set was a cover of The Badge by Poison Idea.
This is my homie Simon and me. He's a handsome devil.
I had written an immensely long blog entry about my trip to Nottingham with Crowd Control, but I realised that no-one is interested in reading over long descriptions of someone elses fun through badly constructed English, so here's my second attempt.
Nottingham ruled. Tom and Sarah are legends for letting me crash there when my place to stay fell through. We had a blast eating pizza in Stone, listening to nu-metal in the Speak Easy and dancing badly in Rock City. Getting destroyed by fake blood is definitely one of the funniest things that's happened to me in ages.
The gig was great. My hightlights were definitely all of Cold Ones and Cold Snap's sets, Hordes' cover of Wolverine Blues and Crowd Control in general.
Crowd Control are hands down the best band in Ireland right now, and I can't wait to finally get that split.
Everyone who hooked any of us up with anything in Nottingham is fantastic. I had the best time.
Flying across for this show cost next to nothing, and it's the kind of thing that I should do more often.
My next post might be interesting. Don't hold your breath.
The gulfs between me and others seem to grow everyday. Sometimes I feel that I don't make enough of an effort to stop it from happening. Other times I feel like I couldn't care less if they end up as wide as an ocean.