Groove a minute with Mr Binks

Battlefield moments?

So those “battlefield moments” that the marketing team would have us believe in. They’re actually real aren’t they.

I’ve been thinking about the differences between the new demo for BFBC2 and the other giant of the shooter world. Both are great and do their thing extremely well but crikey o trousers those battlefield moments, it’s them that make you remember your last hour of gaming. With the other one every (very good) game kinda rolls into one. With battlefield you can be halfway through your admin on a Tuesday and a wry smile will appear at the corners of your mouth as you recall that “moment” from the night before.

The moment the tank exploded before your eyes, inches from the place you were hiding. Or the moment you parachuted through the skylight stabbing one enemy and headshotting the other before arming the bomb. What about that time you and a squad member survived 12 minutes without dying in the apahe chopper causing utter mayhem for the ants beneath you. Not to forget the other night when a well placed airstrike swung the tide of battle your buddy got the final kill on a baddie fleeing to a nearby tank.

These are battlefield moments. These are the reason to play.

PMA from PNA

So with tumblr I can actually blog from a moving train. This is good as it gives me something to do, but also good for anyone that follows me on Twitter as it means they won’t get spamified by my bored brain.

3 trains cancelled last night, but you know what, it didn’t make me quite as angry as sitting in a traffic jam on the m25. This is a good thing. The walk to & from the station is also a bit annoyingly long at 20 mins but you know what, the positive spin is that it’s a bit of a health benefit. So let’s keep smiling and carry on.

I think it helps that I’m doing public transport by my own will and haven’t been forced into it this time. Normally there is a certain resentment about the whole thing. It becomes an ordeal. Not this time though. I’m seeing it as a holiday from the motorways. I’m sure my car understands. I’m not ignoring her. She knows that.

PMA.

Training it

Week 2 in the Big EA house….

.. and I’m back on the train. 1 week of M25 hell reminded me how much I hadn’t missed driving to and from work for 6 weeks. ahhh 6 weeks off, how I miss you already.

So it’s pretty much as you were. Back to work, back to the gym and back to cereal/soup for lunch. Not together obviously, that would be a bit rank. Shreddies and oxtail soup? hmm… Maybe in Scotland.

The bag is packed. Consisting of a DS, a book and a cag, quite literally, in a bag. What else should a train commuter be carrying? I always thought porn was a good idea, as it allows for a slightly longer grace period between finding a seat with no one next to you, to having the world and their dog sitting on your lap reading your text messages.

And with that, the contest is afoot. Car vs. Train. Who will win? YOU decide. (Actually, I’ll decide thankyou very much).

Oh, and does anyone know BrundelFly’s telephone number?