Its the time of year to thrill and amuse!

Its the time of year to thrill and amuse!

Games! Board Games! Video Games! Keeping kids and adults enthralled in story and play. For centuries people have all been keeping themselves amused with games. Over the years there was  a sinus wave of popularity when a great game came out but also classics keep on existing. To the arsenal of board games also video games were added. A new frontier in game play, immersive, vivid and so much fun.

Whether its luck or strategy, we all look for something in a new game.

But have you ever had an idea for a board game or video game? I know I did, as a kid I created alternative ways to play Monopoly and created new rules for existing games. A bit older I even created my own paper game, a bit like a game of the goose. When I started studying Applied Informatics my programming languages gave me a whole new toolbox in creating fun little puzzle games. But further than some tries I never got until now… Now I might actually contribute to a game that sounds AMAZEBALLS!

We are all feeling the run up to Halloween, pumpkins are appearing left, right and centre and scary movies are the talk of the town.  So in my search of a good list of movies for a Halloween Evening Get together I found an opportunity! A chance to be part of gaming history, and charitable as I am I wanted to share it with you guys.

Now imagine a multi-player game with a horror theme. You might say not hard there is a plethora of them out there already…

But this one has 1 player as Jason Vonhees, yes yes Friday the 13th Jason with the hockey mask, the terror of my teens, the scare of Hollywood scary movie classics and the other seven players try to survive an evening at Camp Crystal Lake. This game could become reality with some help from the game playing fans.

Friday the 13th
Oh Jason…

But how? You probably all heard of the phenomenon KickStarter, there has been good and bad reporting on it but overall my opinion is that this platform has given many good ideas a way to get to market without one person bankrupting themselves on a shot.

If you think, ‘I need this in my life!’, check out this link.

We are living in amazing times, that allow us to get things created even without the help of giant publishers.  Lets all cherish this and enjoy all them games not only the classics but also the tiny game producers.

You might not have the ambition to be a game creator, but if you are into a gaming experience I would really want to push you to go and look for the little independent games. There are many gems out there.

This is it for me this month, keep your eyes and ears open and to end with a quote from Friday the 13th:

“You kids keep your noses clean, you understand? You’ll be hearing from me if you don’t. We ain’t gonna stand for any weirdness out here.” — Officer Dorf

GP by GP – Family Game Night

GP by GP – Family Game Night

Usually the horror of family game night would be a teeth pulling event of finding something to bond over in the hopes that the family would improve their connection and learn more about each other in the course of this riddling event of snakes and bladders. Instead of fighting to get first to a arbitrary goal in the series of sporadic luck, we have created a common goal for what we would like to achieve by having such game night events. Parents and children alike are working towards improving our knowledge and the hunt for pointless trivia has rendered this tedious task into a outlet of daily life quest for knowledge. Every time we find something to play (well every time I am playing with them anyway) it has been in some shape of trivial pursuit. You move forward in the game and in the world generally by knowledge. It might be tedious and unusable to say the least, but it is knowledge and the personal preparation, by keeping your mind and ears open in the daily life.

I will quickly add that there is the random event of Yathzee at times for the sake of mindless action while talking about life or just something to do to survive the drudges of mind-melting television, but I rarely participate and it creates a feeling of disconnection. My family is made (in my mind) of 4 rings. The center ring for me is my parents, my brother and me. It is that core that I feel everything revolves around. Not in a narcissistic manner, but more a “If this works, then everything else can go to hell for all I care” kind of way.

Back to the regular scheduled show. If we take any kind of game, we will see in its core that is has nothing else to do that being the smartest ass possible. I seldom win in these “competitions” as I usually get the wonderful chances to tell everyone about the political screenwriter that won a Nobel prize in writing books before Gutenberg were even born. Always with the African leaders or the ancient political figures that changed the arrangement of pebbles on a beach just west of Madagascar.

The difference here with having a game that requires that you know the world, instead of dumb luck is a freeing experience for me. I can’t be angry that I lost since there is no silly chance that would make it unfair for everyone. It is purely a channelization of skill and memory. If I don’t know the answer is has nothing to do with my opponents or the game. You can always be angry when someone else gets a question you know the answer too and maybe even enjoy to see them squirm when you are ready with the punchline that will make everyone burst out in orgasmic exaltation or maybe just table wide smirks.

After years of perfecting this sometimes rare event in my family, we’ve tried so many variations and so many countless iterations of the knowledge seeking game. It has been enjoyable and we can truly say that we still enjoy it immensely, even though there is only one winner on the board, it is one of the rare occasions where even the losing players are feeling some form of satisfaction.

Reflections: A Hard Sell

I see you in the bottom right corner of my screen. And for the umpteenth time I banish you. No, I do not want to upgrade to Windows 10, no matter how much you are shoving “It’s free!,” into my face. I do not care.

It may be that the blatant cash-grab model of “Free 2 Play” – or “Fee 2 Pay” depending how you look at it – has jaded me over the past few years, and you may call me an ungrateful jackass. I do not mind. And I do not care. I have a setup on Windows 8. I finally got used to its Xbox-wannabe interface and so far I have had no issues with it. The games I play work on Windows 8. The editing and music software I use works on Windows 8.

Tell me, how is upgrading my OS – even if it is free – a good idea when everything works perfectly and smoothly? I do not see a gain here. I see a risk. And I am not going to play Russian roulette with an as-perfect-as-I-can-conceive computer setup.

It may cost me nothing, but what is in it for me?

The answer is “benefits down the road,” but that rubs me the wrong way. The upgrade is not going to stay free forever. Why is the massive corporation attempting to lure people in with promises yet to be fulfilled? Colour me jaded, but every alarm bell inside my head is ringing.

So, thanks to Microsoft for the offer, but I think I would rather cough up the cash when there is something tangible in it for me – not just vague promises of sunshine, lollipops and rainbows… eventually.

Syrian is the new Orange

Syrian is the new Orange

Recently I have watched a couple of documentaries that are part of a season that the BBC are running on racism in the modern day. Very few of the opinions expressed referred to skin colour (other than in the one on the KKK). Some were (mainly in the one on the KKK.  They do seem to have an issue with those of duskier skin tones). But almost always they were followed up by references to the belief system that their chosen ethnic group subscribes to. And generally (but not exclusively) they turned out to be Muslims… apparently.

In my youth it was blacks being picked on by whites. If you weren’t white you were black.

Then there was a bit of differentiation. All were equally hated by the racists in general. But there were off-shoots of bigotry. Hatred seemed to be based upon a Dulux colour matching card, with limited hues.

‘These three or four shades are ok. These five or six are “Paki’s”. We hate them cos they are “Paki’s”. The rest of them are “Darkies”. We hate them cos… um… we always have.’

Back in the good old day’s racism was so much simpler. You could be a bigoted hatemonger without too much thought, and a handy, pocket sized, colour swatch.

But modern times bought us different religions and cultures. And you can’t colour code a religion. Now as an “upright member of society, who doesn’t mean anyone any harm to anyone. But just feels that Britain should be for the British” things are getting tricky.  ‘Culture’ seems to be the new buzz word.



‘Ok, you are black. I mean properly black. But you are third generation British. And you agree that Britain should be for British people. But you’re black, and your British…

And you… you’re a Pa… oh, Indian. There is a difference? Ok. And you are fourth generation British.

This is not good. It is undermining my fundamental beliefs…  Oh, right… Culture.  Your culture isn’t ours.  We’ll go with that.’


Let’s gloss over the fact that our culture is a mix of French, Scandanavian and pretty much anyone who moved in during the middle ages.  And that our nations culture has been fluid and changing… well, for ever.  Cos that is what culture does.


This is where your average racist gets confused and goes one of four ways.

Way 1 – Stick to yer guns.

“They ain’t white so I hate em”. Some things and some people never change. Hell, let’s face it… Change is bad. We fear change. Sod change, let’s stick with what we know. It’s easier than thinking.


Way 2 – Switch targets.

“Britain is for the British! Not quite sure who is proper British anymore. But I know who the fuck isn’t. IMIGRANTS!!!! I hate them. Oh, and Muslims!  They blow shit up!”. Change is bad. We fear change. The politicians and the papers are telling me that the immigrants are changing things. They must be right cos I have seen change. My Auntie doesn’t get the nurse coming round like she used to. My sisters kids day care is gone. The hospital is about to close it’s A&E department. It’s the immigrants, right?  Oh, and the bloody Muslims!


Way 3 – Diversify.

“I fuckin’ hate immigrants. But I still hate everyone I already hated. In fact I hate everyone who isn’t either me or one of my family. And I hate some of them.  But if you don’t completly abandon the heritage and culture of your forefathers and embrace that of mine, (who may or may not have also moved here at some point…  But did it before yours, so stop trying to confuse me!!!)  I will hate you! Oh, and the Muslims!  Everyone hates them, right?  But I might hate them less if they stopped blowing shit up”. You don’t have to give up yer old hobbies when you get a new one.


Way 4 – Start to think for yourself.

I know a couple of people that were neo-nazis. Swastika tattoos and everything.  By everthing, I mean the belief and the activism…

Then they fell in with a different crowd (They didn’t just trip over something.  It took thought, effort, sacrifice and huge balls to take the first step.  And the next two or three!  I don’t wanna cheapen what they did.)  They looked back at what they thought and did, and decided that it wasn’t the way they wanted to live their lives. They blacked over the tatoos (with more ink, obviously) chilled out and have had pretty lovely lives since (with the usual life shit, anyway.  It just involved less violence).  They are good people.

I say this like it is a panacea for racism. It is not. Racism would not exist if someone hadn’t thought of it for themself. But almost all bigotry these days is because of people who can’t be arsed to think for themselves.  They choose to believe the words of someone charismatic enough to sound like they know what they are talking about.  Those that spout the words that feed into the peoples fears.


Why the charismatic one is spouting bigotry is open for argument. Maybe they just want the feeling of power of having a following, and have spotted a trigger point to get this. Maybe they just talk a lot about anything, but found that people listened to this. They like it when people listen. Maybe they actually believe it.  (Please note –  Not all charismatic people spout bigotry. Some spout capitalism, communism, healty eating…  And some spout no agenda’s at all)

Syrian 1


But apparantly these people are currently the greatest threat to my nation and my way of life.

Yes, when I look at images like this my first thought is to feel threatened.




Shit… I’m not even going to say that bigotry and racism are wrong. I personally believe that they are. But who am I to say that my opinion is any more valid or correct the next peson.

That said… If I see it happening before me, I will step in to express my point of view. And as a cripple, I always carry a stick. A stick can be helpful in getting your point across when properly applied.


A simple guide for modern UK racists

If they look foreign they are probably Muslims. Hate them. If they sound foreign they are probably Syrian immigrants. Hate them. If they both look and sound foreign, fill yer boots.

Don’t bother talking to them. It is so much more fun hurling abuse and then going home feeling good that you were standing up for your nation and nationality. Tell your friends about it and let them share your national pride.

Vote UKIP. (They aren’t racists either… Honest)



Yeah, I failed on the months theme again.  Does that make me a bad person?


[Oh, and if you are confused about the hamster pic…  It’s an Orange Syrian.  And yes…  If I’d put more time into it I could probably have found one without the stock photo shit all over it.  But I spent hours typing, editing… drinking. Suck it up.  You want better?  Tap the boss for a slot and step up.  Are you not at all impressed that I found a pic to tie a glib title to the topic…  And it’s cute]

[But seriously.  If you got it… step up (in a welcoming way).  What’s the worst that could happen?]