Don’t Eat My Hand; I Need That For Blogging!

If you’re reading this, it is most likely Halloween, the one day of the year when prejudice is thrown aside and we all indulge in a little mindless superstition. I, myself, don’t like to drive home alone on Halloween – if only because the story of the phantom hitchhiker has forever been burned into my memory since I read about it in a ladygirl magazine many, many moons ago.

A mainstay of this frightful season is the – now overused, tired – zombie. With limbs missing, and flesh oozing they burst through the window of our imaginations to terrify us all. It is why any sane person in the world today has a zombie escape plan. In this blog post I will attempt to run down my own plan, to escape the oncoming horde, and do it rather concisely – I have better things to be getting on with on Halloween, like drawing the curtains and pretending I’m not home.

Mini-review: Uncharted 2: Among Thieves (single-player).

Uncharted 2: Drakes Fortune has been out since the 16th of October in Europe. Early reports suggest that the game sold near to 300,000 units on its first day, competing with the hugely successful FIFA 10 series from EA (which, incidentally, sold 1,000,000 units in its first three weeks).

It is unknown how many more units have been sold since then, but with reviews remaining highly positive, it is believed that the Christmas season will be kind to Naughty Dog, Uncharted’s developer.

When We Get 1,000,000 Members, They’ll Install a Dislike Button.

With the widespread availability of the internet, people are now able to express themselves at any point of any day. As a result, I have suffered. In fact, everyone has suffered. It is not until you join the ‘social revolution’ of social networking that you find that the people you once respected, even loved, are complete and utter wasters.

I shudder now, thinking of the amount of times someone that I know – who has a university education – has fallen for little more than chain mail. And not even the mildly convincing African billionaire ones, rather the “post this 20 times in the next three minutes, press CTRL+ALT+DEL and your true love will materialize on your screen” type. Essentially, the same hoodoo that forms the backbone of one of my earlier rants, conspiracy theories and paranormal events. A backbone of idiots.