- Nintendo has just announced a cheaper alternative to the 3DS, for those who are either too young to play the system with the visual effects turned on, or have some sort of condition or ailment preventing them from being able to experience the added depth - the aptly (albeit slightly confusingly) named 2DS. At a lower base price, it seems like a fairly neat and low-risk idea (which will no doubt sell enough units in Japan anyway)... That is until you see the physical design of the machine. It resembles a wedge of cheese. Do you want to play video games on a wedge of cheese? Actually, that sounds pretty cool... Never mind.
- I'm not entirely sure when it happened, but energy chewing gum is now a thing. I've been very kindly gifted a box of 30 packets from Australia (though I assume it can be found in the UK) - with each passing packet hopefully giving me sufficient energy to consume the next. First impressions are solid. Tastes like energy drink, but it's gum; shock horror. It's probably got my already skewed sleeping patterns screaming, but never mind. Chewtastic.
- FOOTBALL, FOOTBALL, KICK IT IN THE GOAL etc. Even I'm almost bored (almost, almost) of talking about the sport right now, so I'll keep my thoughts brief. Arsenal risk following Liverpool in being a richly supported football club that shoots itself in the foot to slide down the table, thanks to a dangerous blend of injuries and monsieur Wenger's incessant transfer market dithering. Give Nicholas Bendtner that metaphorical gun though, and maybe they'll be all right..
- Summer's nearly over! The nights are rapidly drawing in, which in a sense makes me sad, but ultimately I'm not that bothered. I've always been a night owl anyway. However, the closing of summer brings with it the death of something so sacred I can barely bring myself to allow my mind to think about it. Barbecues. Is there ANYTHING better than a barbecue? Well, yes...but they're up there. Never been a fan of the acronym 'BBQ' though. I'm still very uneasy with it, despite having managed to relax and cool many of my burning pet peeves. This one continues to smoulder. Come to think of it, is it even classed as an acronym? I don't care. I want it to die. On a barbecue. Then I'll skewer it, smother it in barbecue sauce, and eat it. Trouble is, if I somehow get 'BBQ' onto a barbecue, with kebab stick and squeezy sauce bottle in hand but then I opt not to eat it...does that mean I'm having to eat my own words because I've decided against eating my own word? My head hurts.
Cheerio, chumps.
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