The other day I have dusted off ye ol PSP, checked out some of the new custom firmware and emulators, relit the old spark. I won't lie to you - I'm a lazy fucker and I don't ever leave the house when I can somehow avoid it. My home is my office, I no longer need to sit on a train for god knows how many hours each week, so mobile gaming devices have lost a great deal of their former appeal to me. Hell, I haven't touched a mobile phone in two years now. I used to be crazy about every portable techno-gadget I could possibly get my hands on, but now that I get to spend every waking minute with my desktop PC, the need for mobility has somewhat abated.
That said, I have always been a big fan of PSP homebrew applications, which let you do cool shit like turn the whole thing into a stationary home console. While I'm writing this blog, my PSP is hooked up to my computer, I get to see all the games on my huge screen and I can play them using my wireless Xbox 360 gamepad. Sound and music coming right out of my surround system - only in stereo, mind, but it's an improvement over the console's tiny speakers.
Now, if you're the kind of person who would furrow their brow at the mention of oh-so evil custom firmware:
1. Fuck you.
2. I don't need to download and pirate PSP games. But until Sony finally fucking support Homebrew, I'm gonna use CFW.
My PSP plays C64, Master System, (S)NES, Mega Drive, TG16 and god knows how many other games, all thanks to the power of custom firmware. Yes, the system also comes with a handful of nice and exclusive titles including God of War and Soul Calibur, but you can only play them for so long until you get bored. CFW expands that library by literally hundreds of games.
That said, I do love some of the PSP's original games for their online multiplayer. Patapon 3 is easily one of the most entertaining games I have ever played and it gets that much better when played with a bunch of people over the 'net. Bang your drums at the rhythm of the music and make your character dodge, jump, attack, collect epic loot, unlock new classes... it's a weird-ass combination of rhythm game and RPG. Sounds completely stupid, but damn is it fun!
In other news, the first Guild Wars 2 Pre-Purchase Beta Weekend is coming up! Rawr! We've just ordered a brand-spanking new pair of USB headsets, so the Clairebear and I can video our first steps into the game on Friday night, comment the whole thing on voicechat and probably bitch at each other and have burping contests. With any luck, people will find that kind of shit entertaining and click us a couple times on Youtube. Or maybe no one is gonna give a fuck whatsoever, but I'm still excited to give it a go.
Also, lizards:
Chompy, our bearded dragon, has got herself a brand new tank mate. She's fat, ugly and has creepy, bulging eyes, so we named her Bakara, after the female Krogan on Mass Effect 3. As you can see in the video, Chompy isn't really a huge fan of the whole idea. We're racing both of them across the living room, which is all the more fun when you add our cats to the whole thing. Considering they only eat 2 Pounds worth of salad and shit about once every week, they're probably the easiest pets we've ever had. Well, aside from our royal python, of course.
That thing must have had about a half dozen mice since it moved in and hasn't crapped once. I wish all pets were like that. Claire wants to name her Nova. I told her to shut up.
I'm having some very strange dreams, lately. The other night, I dreamed up one of my friends in Germany wanting to visit me. There was a fat chick in a pink jumper coming along with him and they all played football on the parking lot in front of my house. Which is odd, considering there is actually no parking lot. I also dreamed about going on a holiday trip with Claire. The guys in the hotel room next to us were listening to fucking Abba all night and day, somebody took a massive shit right at the beach and the sea didn't seem all that nice and clean, either. I'm not entirely sure what the fuck my subconscious is trying to tell me.
Thing is, I'm having a hard time going to sleep at all. I was wide awake for two hours the other night, wondering what I'd write in my will and testament. I'd probably have to add a whole paragraph about the pornographic material on my PC alone. And on how writing porn-fiction earns me nearly as much money as my work as a games critic. I figure Claire just gets all my stuff when I die. She's so lucky. If she dies first, I'll get nothing but girly clothes and some old Star Trek novels. But I'd save a shitload of money that I'm forced to spend on crisps and chocolate every week.
-Cat
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