In my last blog, Boke Breakdown Badnight (“truly the best thing I’ve ever read OR written” – David Mamet), I detailed how my car had broken down two and half times in as many weeks. Since I wrote that ten days ago, that half became a whole to total three breakdowns as my entire [PART I DON'T KNOW THE NAME OF] was removed by a Kindly Mechanic who I kept calling Harold (legitimately because that’s the name of Batman’s mechanic/ my brain is irreparably compromised by 27 years of pop-culture bombardment) and my treasured Toledo sat in the terrifying twists of the barely-laid roads of the Ballygawley countryside.
You know what’s worse than three breakdowns, man?
Four breakdowns. Silly toffee-for-thoughts here left his iPod running for an hour a few days ago and apparently that’s enough to run an entire car battery down. My battery’s the fuckin’ encapsulation of incapability. A weak-willed son of a bitch when it comes to powering cars – THE ONLY THING IT CAN EVEN DO.
Look at this battery. It’s aces. It powers a lift (way cooler than a car on any day) and helps advance the game so’s you can enjoy any number of new encounters with Nemesis and his corn-beef rocket launcher.
Then, I decided I was going to become a teacher.
So I’m headed back to school next year for my PGCE (which for years I thought stood for ‘Post-Graduate Course of Education’, and not ‘in Education’) so I never have to work in [PLACE WHERE PAUL WORKS AND IS LITERALLY CONTRACT-BOUND NOT TO DISPARAGE ONLINE] or with its many dead-souled denizens ever again. Hey, workmates – if you find this, I like some of you – particularly those likely to read this – but not the rest of you! You are shit!
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Bullshit. That’s what life is. I’m calling bullshit on fuckin’ life these days, mans.
My car, WHICH I LOOK AFTER, has broken down two and a half times in two weeks. That’s more than a time per week. “How can a car break down half a time, Paul?” Weesht. I’m tellin’ ya.
I was on an Airport Run today. About five minutes in, Deborah notices the scent of burning, and I wave it aside. “AIN’T NOTHIN’ BURNING. SHUSH!” Cut to forty minutes later, after a big long diversion of all things, and the purest white smoke is pouring into the a rare clear October sky from under the hood of my car.
My car is dying WHILE I’M DRIVING IT! This is not good, I think. Oh, for fuck’s fucking… CRUMBS.
The fliers took a taxi cab* and I parked up. I then walked twenty minutes in hot sweaty sun before I found a shop that sold me a scandalous amount’s worth of oily things to fill my engine with. Twenty more minutes in the sun and I’m back at the car. White smoke (later revealed by a passing mechanic to be “steam”) is no longer escaping the engine’s ventricules** but everything is hot and smelly. I pour two litres of water into that mother, as well as some coolant and oil and tears and wait for it to do its stuff and notice that the ground under the car is soaked. Turns out it’s leaking and I’ve to drive it home, “steam” billowing a traceable path of woe down the M1 motorway.
But like I said, this isn’t the first time this has happened in the last fortnight. The first time, I had decided to grab a McDonald’s at midnight, and drove into Dungannon town with Scooter Chewieing in the passenger seat. Following this, I sat in the drive-thru queue for a full twenty minutes with my increasingly-concerned canine companion before, tellingly, the car started to sputter. Between the robot taking my order and me paying for my food, my car began to chug like a man choking to death on his own old bones, and by the collection window I was no longer able to drive, but merely roll. A pair of the McLackeys pushed me down the hill and I rolled to a stop and consumed my Big Mac and McNuggets while Scooter threw up from all the excitement. Turns out you need a certain amount of fuel*** in your car so’s it won’t break down. Go fig.
About a week later, and with much less public shame, my car just refused to start at work. At this stage I was that fucked off at the whole exaggerated friggery of it all I just left it there for two days before I told anyone, and Dee’s hilariously capable father was able to fix it in minutes. Once I told him. Two days later. Pat can fix anything. Radiators. Radios. Rad Pat, he should be…NOW IS called.
So that was two. And technically, my car isn’t broken down right now, but also, I can’t drive it ’til it’s fixed. So that’s been my October so far. Here’s hoping that half doesn’t become a whole, eh wot?
NOTES! – – – -
**Probably a part of a car
Tex Shandling stood beside his brother McGovern, himself stood agape at the very exact situation of it. Here, stood beside him (McGovern) was his thought to be dead brother (Tex Shandling, his brother). And worse yet, a vampire himself, the very like of Paul Rankin whom he sought to destroy.
“You filthy idiot”, chuckled Rankin the vampire. “To think you could come here this night, at my behest, to MY HOME, and kill me, and not expect to find your dead brother alive and ‘neath my thrall”. Then he chuckled a little longer.
“Tex…my brother…alive”, startled McGovern. “But how? I saw Rankin’s teeth sink deep into your neck after the disco that time. You must be dead”.
“I am dead…and yet live!”, he annoyingly replied. “I live now as Rankin’s manservant, much like the despicable Reed Abernathy. Mine is the night now. I love the moon and stars and fog and stones and the like, forever!”
“Oh no then”, said McGovern, despondent. Back to Rankin now.
“Like I was saying, you fucking fool, now I shall have my ultimate revenge on you for even thinking about trying to kill me for killing your brother, which I even only sort of half did in an ironic way!”
With that, Rankin slid across the greasy kitchen floor of his castle where the action had moved to and leapt for McGovern, who produced in a last ditch effort from his inner pocket a clove of garlic.
“Garlic! Ha ha. Are you mad? I AM PAUL RANKIN AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”, cackled the demon Rankin, who without a second thought tossed the garlic into a bubbling pot of pasta just to his right before pinning McGovern Shandling to the ground.
“Now I shall make of you a creature of the night, Shandling the younger, you half-brained twit. You really are totally useless. Ha. Deadly. You and your brother shall live as companion failures under my evil spell here forever!”
These words spurred McGovern into a last act. He threw a pointed carrot that was lying just beside him straight through his brother’s heart, and with a tear of final relief he crumbled to the floor. All that remained was Rankin, McGovern and the looming Reed Abernathy sniveling in the corner.
“Fucker that’s what you are”, said Rankin.
“Wait, Paul Rankin”, whispered McGovern Shandling. “I have one last surprise for you”.
Rankin narrowed his eyes. “Go on, ant. I can allow you one last moment of freedom before I enslave you for eternity”.
With that, Shandling reached into his pocket, and pulled out his fist, his middle finger extended in Rankin’s general direction.
“Your ma, Rankin”.
“Amusing. Now you DIE…for now”. Rankin bit into Shandling’s neck, spraying fabulous vein merlot across the floor as his prey drew his last breath. Rankin then rose to his feet and turned to address Abernathy.
“Clean that up, prick, and when he awakes in the morning, toss him out in the sun. Lethal.”
WHAT NEXT FOR FOUL RANKIN AND REED ABERNATHY?
PAUL RANKIN WILL RETURN!
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It’s raining. Because I live in a mobile home (it’s a caravan), I am constantly aware of the rain pounding away at the walls and roof of my fragile dwelling. RAIN. I’M SOME RAIN, PAUL. I AM HERE. LISTEN TO ME. I AM LOUD. YOU CAN’T GO FOR A RUN TODAY BECAUSE OF ME no bother rain I probably wouldn’t have anyway WELL I’M STILL HERE AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT BUT LISTEN TO ME RAIN MYSELF DOWN AROUND YOUR “HOUSE”. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Despite myself, I’ve been consistently losing weight at a better pace than I ever did when I was consciously trying to. Pro tip – don’t try and lose weight and LOSE WEIGHT! Eat kebabs! Eat Double-Caramel Chunky Kit-Kats! Don’t go for daily walks listening to the Steve Austin Show anymore!
I attribute this achievement to the rigours of work and relatively sensible eating. Now, there’s a vague term. What is Relatively Sensible Eating? It exists, for me, as an alternative to the type of eating I did for the entirety of my last week off work, when I consumed a record amount of XTreme Chewits, Irn Bru and Big Tastys. During that week, I gained a little weight, owing to how I sat around reading comics all week eating junk food. Since then, I’ve lost the same and more besides by NOT eating like a crazy child and getting a decent amount of built-in exercise running up and down stairs and lifting things at work.
It’s sort of happened by accident. I’m worried about it to an extent though, because I kinda-hate my job. Another vague term. Basically, the problem I have with it is that I don’t feel I’m making enough money for a recent graduate (harsh but true) and I’m also miffed by the fact I’m not making any more money than other people who work much easier jobs for the same company. Also, I’m legally not allowed to badmouth the company by name because my old RE teacher’s wife made me sign a form saying I wouldn’t. Can’t wait to see what happens once I’ve left though, eh? The balance to this is that when I’m there, for the most part it’s OK. I like most of the people I work with every day enough to be my honest-to-goodness goofy self around, and, y’know, exercise happens. Thing is, when I’m not there, I hate the thought of it. I call this South Park Syndrome. I hate the idea of watching South Park, basically ever, but when I’m watching it I can enjoy it well and even have many great memories of classic lines and scenes.
Also, people aren’t treated well where I work, and while I can handle myself (and, regrettably, have had to) I feel sorry for some of the others who get shit all over because, I dunno, a thing wasn’t facing the way it was supposed to. My workplace has a reputation for a high turnover which sort of casts a shadow on the longterm staff of being frustrated and turning that into aggression to be directed elsewhere, and we’re generally considered replaceable. Realising this puts a lot of stuff into perspective, because the idea presents itself then that the higher-ups don’t need to be nice to their staff because they’re content to just get new staff. No-one is valued. I’m sick of working places where no-one is valued, because I work with some great people and fuck, if they worked for me they’d know I didn’t want them to leave.
Worst of all, though, and this is a shoot, brother, is Heart FM, a radio station with a very limited playlist and a bunch of has-been and never-were 90s mainstay DJs with a fundamental station-wide misunderstanding of the function and dynamics of radio broadcasting, including a competition that cannot be won, an ignorance of the majority of songs that are placed high in the charts at any time and no appreciation of the fact that tracks like the Boo Radleys’ “Wake Up Boo” and Black Eyed Peas’ insultingly bad “I Gotta Feeling” are designed to be played a certain times of the day/week. There is no rule that ‘a good song is a good song’ when it comes to radio, and Heart FM’s programmers ought to realise this. Ten hours of that per workday (also, I work ten-hour shifts exclusively – what happened to 9-5 that they had to start it two hours early?) isn’t good for the mood, man.
Further to my weight loss discussion of earlier, I must mention that the mango and mineola smoothie I’ve just concocted was basically ruined by one component just not tasting right. Seeing as the oranges just sort of mushed apart in my hands when I was peeling them, I’m inclined to lay the blame with them and with MCGUIGAN’S TODAY’S EXTRA IN DONAGHMORE, NORTHERN IRELAND for selling me shoddy produce with no sell-by.
DRUMS AND THE DOG
What else? It’s stopped raining. Scooter is fed up and asleep at my feet. I’ve left the door open so that she can go out if she wants to, but that ain’t happening. I’m considering heading down to 2di Studios (shameless plug) this afternoon for some drumming, even though it’s really far away and the process of setting the kit up usually kills my enthusiasm for playing. I miss drumming so much. I can’t believe that for ten months I played drums every day in the comfort of my own home and that I haven’t got that anymore. Such a shame. Talk about taking something for granted.
TEN NIGHTS OF THE BEAST
There’s a Batman trade on ebay closing in 30 minutes that I’ve wanted for months and at a reasonable price too. Seeing as likely be here for another thirty minutes, I’ll let you know how that goes.
DREAM THEATER – BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL LIVE AT THE BOSTON OPERA HOUSE
Dream Theater’s new Blu-Ray is pretty cool. It’s not all-the-way cool, but that’s per my own standards. See, I was ecstatic at how their last disc (released only a year ago) featured their then-latest album played entirely. I love seeing bands support their new material, especially when it’s as good as on my favourite DT album, A Dramatic Turn Of Events. This new disc has about half of the new album (including the songs that need to be played live), but the rest of the disc is devoted to unearthing some rarely played tracks from Awake and Scenes From A Memory, enjoying 20- and 15-year anniversaries respectively. Thing is, I’m not a big fan of the wandery nature of side 2 of Awake, so that doesn’t really appeal to me, although the version of “The Mirror/Lie” that they run through is really electric and all involved from band to crowd knows it. The tracks from SFaM are welcome, but ultimately I’d still have preferred more from last year’s Dream Theater, just to see more of Mike Mangini playing Mike Mangini drum tracks. Also, the orchestra and choir that perform on a number of the songs add very little to the mix. Maybe it sounds better in 5.1, I dunno.
On that point, it seems like DT are trailing behind Rush now in terms of things they include with their home-video releases. DT’s last disc, Live At Luna Park, had a bonus of them hanging out at dinner which is a direct lift from something Rush did for Beyond The Lighted Stage, and Rush’s last disc (also from last year) featured an orchestra too. Just a thought.
I’m headed to Belfast tomorrow for a wedding fair – well, to leave Deborah at the wedding fair which I am not going to – and I’m toying with the idea of buying those Akira comics I mentioned at the start of last month’s Get (Into) What You Paid For Challenge. Oddly, I don’t really fancy spending the money, but I’m also aware that those books are gonna go some day and I want it to be to me that they go.
STUFF I’M DIGGING RECENTLY
Starbucks’ Frappucinos – Vanilla. The store-bought ones. Can’t remember last time I was actually in Starbucks.
Lee and Herring. Been listening to Fist Of Fun and Lionel Nimrod quite a bit (as I often do when Platnuming games) and I really enjoy nearly everything these two do, especially as aided by Armando Iannucci and Rebecca Front. Some of their running jokes/catchphrases are so subtle that it takes forever to identify them, like how Stewart Lee will often say “sorry, I didn’t think” in sketches with the cadence of an scolded child or the “ah, but…” that became much more prominent in the TV version of Fist Of Fun. The extras on that show are really interesting, because they document the duo’s slow realisation that they could have had a lot more success with running the stuff that was good in one episode in every episode, like all good sketch shows do. Apparently they’re in the process now of buying the distribution rights to This Morning With Richard Not Judy at the moment like they did with Fist, and they can count on my purchase once that comes to light for sure.
Awesome! I got that Batman book for £5.19 with a 7-seconds-left bid. That’s a saving of about £15 less than what it usually sells for. Also, does that mean the other person bid £5.18, seeing as I put a max bid of £20 on? Who knows. Anyway, I’m away. If you stuck with this massive block of words, many thanks! I’m away to do…something, hopefully.
Between starting this entry and finishing it, I went through the process of debating whether or not to play Ratchet And Clank 2 to its PSN Trophy-mandated Dash Completion* and actually playing it to its PSN Trophy-mandated Dash Completion. Long story short, I have in every conceivable way Got What I Paid For as far as that title is concerned.
One of my last posts on this Challenge concerned the number of games on the To-Do List, which has since dramatically reduced. I had a little go on Ratchet: Gladiator and the first level, as with nearly any game in my quick-to-cut experience, was enough to tell me that I’ve no interest in it. Similarly, Devil May Cry has been removed from my PS3 because I satisfied my nostalgia getting as far as I did (which is not very). Resident Evil: The Umbrella Chronicles is being put onto a sort of whole-life back burner so I can play it in a big room when I live in an actual brick-and-mortar house again and with a rebought Move controller and gun attachment yoke. Bioshock Infinite I’m ready to play soon as I can figure out how to convince my console to let me to. What I’m left with at the minute is Ratchet And Clank 3 (which I intend to Platinum for the sake of completing the series ((exclusing those off-shoot gimmick games)) and the Harley Quinn’s Revenge pack for Arkham City. I’m sort of trepidatious** about that one because, as I’m sure I’ve mentioned, I’ve not played that game since it came out three-odd years ago and I’ll likely end up diving into the whole bloody thing again.
In all of the Get (Into) What You Paid For Challenge month, I didn’t read a single page of either of the two non-comic books I’ve yet to look at, nor did I glance at my 3DS for a go at that Zelda game I mentioned. This is all stuff I’d ideally like to get done before Christmas, but I did pretty well considering.
My comics backlog, which was briefly completely bare, now stands at a respectable two – the first Miller Daredevil Omnibus (which will be a re-read) and the first Iron Man Epic Collection, The Enemy Within. Two’s good. Suits for now. Next stop is either further expansion of the Deadpool library or those Akira issues I found months ago, if they’re still there, and even if they are I’ll not be able to read them ‘til I complete the series which’ll take some time. Those books are genuinely rare, rather than the sort of ‘always there but expensive’ rare you often find with out-of-print funnybooks.
I ended up selling a lot of stuff this month because the nature of the challenge ended up changing how I felt about the things I’d been holding onto. Most of my remaining Blu-Rays went, which is fine considering their general redundancy anyway, and I parted ways with my PS4 for the time being ‘til sometime next year when a genuine must-have game is released for it. With it went that strangely alienating super-HD Tomb Raider. C’est la vie.
Best of all, though, is that I’m writing again. Whatever it was that I used to have that made blogging so easy is partly obscured these days for some reason – age, motivation, who knows? – but I’m enjoying it and planning, as I always did without delivering, future articles and ideas. I’ve got one, er, ‘project’ I’ve been wanting to complete for years that I’ll be rededicating my efforts to.
Also, Tomb Of Paul Rankin. Stay tuned to that for further fanged adventures.
Anyway, this is me (Paul) signing off on the Get (Into) What You Paid For Challenge for September 2014. Despite the specifics of the Challenge discouraging the purchase of new materials, here’s what I ended up buying minus the car stero I couldn’t (be bothered to) find a picture of. See you later dudes.
*A term I coined myself, ah, it’s a whole thing – readallabouddit
**One of Stone Cold Steve Austin’s favourite words, per Mick Foley.
At thirteen past midnight, the Witching Hour precisely, McGovern Shandling arrived at the labyrinthine door to castle Rankin. With a hearty head and a heavy heart, he took a rap upon the oversized chrome knocker of The Devil that stood upon the door’s ferocious face. It creaked open with a bang and also it was still raining.
“Yeth?”, came the reply from the bedraggled manservant who stood behind. Dressed head to toe in discarded kitchenwear, a wilting chef’s hat atop his wrecked head, Reed Abernathy enquired what Shandling wanted.
“What it it you want, mithter Shawndleng?”, he gurgled. He sounded like this because he had a slice of Rankin’s finest olive bread in his mouth at all times on threat of finger breakenment from his master, the bad bad Paul Rankin the vampire.
“What?!”, exclaimed Shandling, surprised. “How do you even know my name? Sure we’ve only JUST MET”.
“My mawthter is expecting you. He waiths in the throne room. Beware histh fury Shandling, for it thpells your doom this eve.”
“OK, Abernathy. Let me end your misery!” Shandling produced a gleaming silver revolver of some sort, and motioned it at the depressed, horrible Reed Abernathy, but was distracted by a big smash elsewhere in the castle followed by some giggling.
“I’ll be back for you, freak.” He said. Then he went.
He made his way through the castle. There was fire everywhere on the walls, because all the bulbs had popped and Paul Rankin had not bothered to replace them. “Wicked, lazy Paul Rankin”, thought McGovern Shandling. The castle was old, probably at least 50 years old, and full of bugs and torn up newspapers and old things like swords and the Bible which hung mounted upside down with “shite this book” scrawled across it in toxic green blood. Shandling shivered as he made his way to the throne room.
There he found the vile Paul Rankin, stood atop a mound of spilled copies of Paul Rankin’s Cooking With Class beside a totalled bookcase. “Ha ha ha”, did say the vampire, fresh from hell’s pit. “I really have so many copies of these that I can afford to waste a few. And I even…wha…SHANDLING!” He had noticed his intended attacker.
“Correct. You horrible basta*d, Rankin. There are kids on the street, with not enough to EAT. Who are YOU pretending not to see them weep?”, he screamed. The vampire turned up the collar on his winter cape.
“Cretin. You are a terrible bore. I see you’ve risen to meet my challenge. Well, your life ENDS here, here, amidst the many spilled copies of Rankin’s Cooking With Class! Ha ha ha ha. RIGHT HERE.”
Shandling stepped back. The vampire approached, licking his lips and mouthing “get you” with them.
“Time for my secret weapon, Dracu…Paul Rankin. See how you like it then”. Then, Shandling produced from his own collar a necklace of the holy cross, of purest fool’s gold.
“Arrrrrggggghhhhhh”, said Paul Rankin. He hated jewelry. “Take it awaaayyyyy”.
“No I will not”, refused Shandling. The vampire did a double somersault on the spot, landing sort of facing away, and dashed to the side to recover.
“You complete bloody imbecile. You’ve landed in it now, your own pool of fool DEATH I mean. Allow me to introduce my OWN secret weapon!”
And at that moment, a new eighth hand, from a total pair of four seen so far, took the necklace from Shandling’s hand and threw it down the bog. Shandling turned to face his new oppressor and stood afroze in white total terror.
And Paul Rankin laughed the laugh of purest evil, and it was heard that night in all five rooms of Castle Rankin and not forgot for at least thirty, forty minutes.
IS IT TRUE? Tex Shandling…Alive and well???
HOW WILL our hero deal with this development???
IF AT all???
I’LL TELL YOU how…On the next Tomb Of…PAUL RANKIN.
The wind is fierce and the sky black and dark and lightless on the night McGovern Shandling sets out on his fateful quest to rid the world of the great vampire Paul Rankin. Seriously crazy crazy weather. Like you’d read about in a story or something. It is MENTAL weather. Please try and picture this. Thank you.
Now, use your mind and I guess your eyes (as through years of use you will surely have become adept at picturing things with a combination of the two) to picture the winding stony road leading to Castle Rankin as Shandling, in bell bottom jeans and a green top, winds his way further up the crumbling winding path, his Wolverine backpack shredded by the wind and his wooden stake ready at the hip of his body.
“I shall get you this night, foul Paul Rankin. For though my brother lies long dead at your accursed whim, his legacy and memories and things are still strong in my life and I shall avenge his spirit with violence to lay upon your wretched being”.
Said McGovern Shandling.
“Ha ha ha fool”.
It was Paul Rankin, stood atop a tree to Shandling’s immediate southeast.
“I am not even in my castle. I am here, in this very tree. Ha ha ha, you FOOL”.
He was really pushing McGovern Shandling’s buttons. The vampire hunter was furious at being called a fool twice. He then said:
“It is you who are a fool, wicked Paul Rankin. I am here to get you, and get you good. Tonight you DIE, Paul Rankin!” He said.
“Hold your weesht, human fool”, Paul Rankin spat, thrice branding Shandling a fool to his bubbling ire.
“This here is my castle area, and this my tree. Know ye not the rules about vampires and castle areas and their trees?”
McGovern Shandling did not.
“I do not”, he said.
“Well, listen up, scum. Here, I can turn into a fox, a bat and a rat and an owl, all at once (after each other). You’ll never see it coming, fool.”
“I will now”, shot back Shandling, “sure you’ve just told me yourself Rankin, you blasted beast.”
Paul Rankin recoiled in fury, his chef’s apron slung over his shoulder as he hissed at McGovern Shandling.
“Arggghhh, Shandling. You may have won this round, but much like I snuffed short the light of your brother, Tex Shandling, I shall this night or the next have my revenge. Meet me at my castle, if you dare, fool Shandling, and we shall see whose is this night.” Said Paul Rankin the vampire.
With that, he vanished into a puff of plain flour. McGovern Shandling sheathed his stake and made off for the castle, and muttered under his breath.
“Ah ha, hell’s Paul Rankin, but you shall never expect my secret weapon, shall you? No! Ah ha ha ha ha!”
WHAT is McGovern Shandling’s secret weapon?
HOW does Reed Abernathy, manservant of Rankin, fit into proceedings?
WHEN precisely will you get the answers to these and many more questions you may have yourself about this first early adventure?
NEXT TIME! On… TOMB OF PAUL RANKIN!
There are a number of games on my To-Do List (new, official name to be hereafter abbreviated as TDL). In fact, even as it stood at the start of the month when I decided I was going to stop buying things so’s I could make use of existing purchases and before I worked my way through my comics library to completion, I still had more games than anything else. Here’s an expanded list of games I feel I owe some more attention to, and the ways in which the titles on it are considered ‘undone’.
Ratchet And Clank 2 – Here because I’ve not played it. I did own it on PS2 once, but it was about two years after I bought a PS3 and I couldn’t really get it to look good on my TV. The is the first of many games on this list that I actually bought on disc for PS3 and sold to upgrade to a digital version as soon as it went into a sale.
Ratchet And Clank 3 – Same as above.
Guacamelee – See, this is different, because I’ve finished Guacamelee a few times already on PS3 and PS4. It’s one of favourite games ever, and the most recent entry onto that barely-defined mental list. In fact, it’s going to be the subject of my next Ten Things article, as soon as I get around to writing it. The reason it’s on here is because I’ve only one trophy left to collect in it to get a 100% rating (see: Platinum Trophy) by finishing it again on hard mode, but it’s kinda something you have to chip away at because it IS hard. So, so hard.
Ratchet: Gladiator – A weird one. I actually got this game for free from Sony for playing a demo of one of the weird non-proper mid-period PS3 Ratchet And Clank games. It was one of those download the full game and buy an unlock code if you want to play it demos, rather than the standard ‘one level’ demos, but I guess it registered as a purchase for them because months later they sent me a voucher code for this. Hell, I didn’t even know Gladiator was coming out on PS3. Forever paired in my mind to the similarly titled Jak X, another game starring one half of a popular platforming duo.
Devil May Cry HD Collection – I once owned Devil May Cry on PS2 and really enjoyed it, but I could never beat the last boss. As I remember it, it was an occasionally beautiful game with fucking excellent music and loads of cool crazy things like those neon floating giant skulls that bite you underwater and lava spiders and junk that was really hard because I never bothered to learn how to appreciate its combat system. I’ve tried playing it recently and am charmed by the same exact factors, only it’s still really hard and the FIRST boss took me ages to beat. I don’t know if I’m going to play any more at this one, having adequately satisfied my nostalgia, but I might, so it stays on the hard drive for the time being. I feel no obligation to the second a third games and won’t be glancing at them.
God Of War Ascension – On here simply because I bought it (physical), sold it, bought it again (digital) and haven’t played it since. The worst of the GOW games because of a misguided story, it is nonetheless massively impressive in the usual ways. I wrote a *cough* professional *cough* review of it last summer, if you care to check it out here.
Batman: Arkham Asylum – On here because I never played the Harley Quinn’s Revenge DLC, or hell, even the main game for a second time, and I fucking loved it, so it’s well overdue a playthrough.
Resident Evil: The Umbrella Chronicles – I downloaded this last summer and even bought the official Playstation Move system and big machine gun controller adapter thing for it, but I couldn’t get comfortable playing it. I think you kinda need to do so standing up, like in an arcade. Also, I would have been better off with the smaller handgun attachment. Still, of what I played of this game on Wii (where I also never finished it) I really enjoyed it. Chalk that up to being a big Resident Evil 0 fan. Anyway, I plan on getting around to it sooner or later.
Kula World – The PSOne beach ball classic. Never finished it, so it’s on here. Honestly though, I never will, but I’m happy to spend 10-15 minutes with its lovely ambiance now and then.
Street Fighter Alpha 2 – Downloaded this because I like 90s Capcom in general and wanted to see what it was like. Finished Arcade Mode a few times, and still dabble with it.
Final Fantasy VII – Downloaded this for a potential article for Blast Process. Still aspire to someday write it but I understand all too well how not having played something iconic at the time it first came out can be a barrier to enjoyment.
Klonoa: Door To Phantomile – Loved the demo back in the day but couldn’t find it, so bought the full game. Charming, bonkers, and I’ll never finish it.
Grand Theft Auto 3 – Not fully played since I rebought it on PSN. Still one of my most cherished videogaming experiences and the foundation of a top five Christmas regardless.
Grand Theft Auto: Vice City – As above, BUT I never finished it, to my shame. I owe it that courtesy because it’s a great game. I just wish that Rockstar had got around to releasing their HD ports that they made for fucking telephones on, y’know, game consoles.
Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas – Confession – I never played it. I know, I know. But still, I downloaded the soundtrack and it significantly expanded my musical horizons, and it has a great reputation. Some day?
Bioshock Infinite – A free title to PSN Plus subscribers and something my trusted advisor KCP has suggested I try. Curiously, it’s currently marked as “Expired” on my games list, despite my Plus subscription being active.
The Legend Of Zelda: A Link Between Worlds – Came free with the Gold Triforce XL console I upgraded to. I’m looking forward to playing it, but on reflection the only Zelda games I’ve really enjoyed are Wind Waker (again, maybe my favourite game ever), Twilight Princess and parts of Ocarina of Time, so I’m not a hardcore enough fan to just love it because it’s Zelda.
Sonic The Hedgehog 3D – A curiosity purchase, and there’s no doubt, it’s really cool. It’s a playable version of a game I fucking HATE (Readallabouddit) but I’ve not finished it, because, you know, it’s Sonic 1.
Super Hang On 3D – Similar to above, only I love Super Hang On. Not played enough, but dabbled with.
Streets Of Rage 3D – As with Super Hang On.
Wario Land: Super Mario Land 3 – I’ve not finished this on 3DS, though I MAY have finished it on Game Boy back in the day. It’s sort of a mythical game for me, to be romantic about it, and part of its appeal to me is the “did I ever?” factor. Excellent gameplay and score.
This list is not exhaustive, but that’s to do with weird mental factors. For example, Resident Evil: Revelations, a great game, isn’t on this list, even though LIKE God Of War Ascension I’ve only played it once and it’s the same age give or take a month. Similarly, I’ve not played Infamous, Infamous 2, any of the older GOW titles, the Uncharteds and a host of others since I sold the discs to fund the downloads. So I dunno. I hate thinking about all this stuff but am unable not to.
Anyway, the next task on the TDL is Ratchet And Clank 2, because I loved the first one on playing it last summer and I’ve just got back from seeing Guardians Of The Galaxy again and the futuristic cityscapes, space travel and weapon-toting furry animal really put me in the mood for it. I’ll be in touch.
Lying in bed and I remember something.
I forgot that I promised (literally one person, and in a fucking text message, not on their deathbed or in a chapel or anything) that I’d write a little bit about the tradition of Music Consolidation Day and how I’ve recently invoked the ceremonial rights in order to proceed with getting all three of my primary listening devices (or five, if you count my ears HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) synced up with each other.
See, it’s pretty easy to get an iPod and an iTunes Library synced up because they’re designed to be compatible with each other and communicate without being told to and all manner of creepy shit EXCEPT when your iPod is always in your car and your iTunes Library is always on your laptop which is never in your car. Take my most listened-to album of the past month as an illustrative example. Opeth’s Pale Communion – which is a meandering selection of moments that occasionally really shines but not as much as Mikael Akerfeldt likely thinks it does – has been playing on CD in my car since I bought it, but only because I’ve not update my iPod to reflect whatever the most recent spate of acquisitions and dispatches entailed (like today’s removal of “Baby Got Back”, for example).
Factor thereinto the third device – the PS3, which has zero compatibility with the autosychronisational functionality of the aforementioned Apple products – and the sheer honest-to-goodness necessity of Music Consolidation Day becomes apparent.
See, at the very latest point before it occurs to me to consolidate the PS3 music library with that of the capital-l iTunes Library, it is potentially months behind on tracks that have come or gone, and my efforts at pruning said Library are flung back at my ears when the likes of something I’ve deliberately excised comes up on shuffle when I’m cleaning up or some such. This is because the PS3’s music library must be maintained manually, in a relatively time-consuming manner to be detailed RIGHT NOW.
To begin with, and because I’ve done this a few times, I sought measures that would make the process less arduous. See, unlike with a typical computer interface, deleting things from a PS3’s hard disks takes time. The only way to make sure the music library is as up-to-date as possible is to delete every track before replacing it with what’s been taken from iTunes (more on which later). Now, to delete every track through the “Select All > Delete” option is to task the poor console with deleting (in my case a modest) 3,000+ tracks at once and because it has a little trouble with units over a thousand (per an article I read once) that’s not the way to go about it, particularly as it’s prone to going into the “Deleting…please wait…” display and never coming out of it until you’ve reset the console.
No, the best way to do it is by category and one at a time, and the best way to do that is to determine which category (of category) you have the least of. For example, you’ll probably have more Track Names beginning with A than you will Album Names, and the same again for Band Names and Release Years. If you’re a good friend of mine, and you know who you are because you’re the only one still reading, Genre is NOT the way to go because you’ll be lumbered with manually highlighting and deleting an ungodly number of groups of songs, but for me that ended up being the best way to go, as there wasn’t much beyond the meager selection of Metal, Game, Score, Pop and a few others.
BUT, I thought, what if there was a quicker method still? After all, the Genre tab in iTunes is of literally no use to me as I’m never really in the mood for just a specific type of music. The only option for division I’d prefer to have is the separation of tracks with vocals and tracks without so that I can have a playlist of less distracting music for backgrounding (like the one I’m listening to now). So that’s what I did – two Genres (per iTunes), with one for what was formerly music from films, television, games and wrestling renamed “Irreglar” and the rest, typically standard band-based recordings with vocals, becoming “Reglar”, and a third separate entry for comedy named simply “Comedy”.
This way, when updating the contents of the Library onto the PS3, I only have to click “Copy” three times which means less time spent waiting on much smaller installments to transfer as a means of not wasting time out of the room when I could be clicking, clicking, clicking.
Three. Simple as, right?
As Stone Cold would say, EH EH. Wow. That’s impossible to spell accurately.
See, ol’ PS3 has that trouble we talked about with transferring huge amounts of songs, so first thing that needs to be done is all the tracks need to be dragged out of the iTunes window (because if you drag them from your iTunes folder you’re liable to get straggler tracks that weren’t correctly deleted and such) into a folder on the desktop which needs to be divided into several smaller folders so that there’s never too much going onto the console at once lest it freeze up on ya.
Then simply plug, locate, transfer x3, and enjoy. By the end of the day, all three devices should be ready to play the same stuff. It’s worth doing every couple of months to clear out all that gunk I’ve got sick of hearing and make sure that new stuff I’ve forgotten to manually ‘port over gets a fair listenin’.
And so another of my obsessively detailed (just south of a thousand words and counting) idiosyncratic practices is rendered unto common knowledge. Maybe now I can get some fucking sleep.