November is a busy month for me this year. I've been slaving away over NaNoWriMo as well as keeping up with my usual day job and other commitments. I expect things to pick up again on the blogging front in December -- I have a heap of ideas clawing at the inside of my brain.
Okay, that's just about enough messing about with things (and possibly losing the few followers I did have). Time to be getting on with things. I haven't said much about my 'reviews' recently. Since my last post about this I have tackled:
I love discovering different approaches to game reviewing.
40 Ounces, 1 Game seems to be inactive, but I approve of the premise:
I’m going to purchase a 40oz bottle of beer, and drink it while playing a computer game that I haven’t played before – and then, the following day, I’ll write about it based on notes taken in a progressively inebriated state.
I feel like it's an idea with potential, at least. Someone should start up a new site with a similar theme. Go on, you know you want to. Preferably someone who knows there should be a space between '40' and 'oz'. I'm not an experienced enough writer to be a proper Grammar Nazi, but units of measurement bring it out in me. Better yet, why not review games while drinking appropriate drinks from The Drunken Moogle. I'd read it.
My latest review is for Star Ocean: The Last Hope - International (no, I don't really know how I should punctuate multiple levels of subtitles, damn them). I guess it was about time for something I don't like. And as much as I love roleplaying I've yet to find a JRPG I can really appreciate.
Also, I know I probably shouldn't call these "reviews" exactly, but it's more convenient than trying to explain what they actually are. This particular example is more typically review-like than usual for me, but still doesn't cover all the usual checkpoints.
This week I review something far less serious -- rhythm platform game Maestro! Jump in Music.
I wrote about silliness, which is like another world to me right now. I'm in a serious mood. It's my birthday on Saturday, and that usually makes me withdrawn. Getting older is inevitable and not particularly sad, but I associate my birthday with a lot of memories, and often spend it indulging in melancholy.