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I've reached the moment, you see, when the movement of my thought interests me more than the thought itself. -- Pablo Picasso
I spent most of my money on booze, birds and fast cars, and the rest I just squandered. -- George Best
Life is ten percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you respond to it. -- Lou Holtz
Nolan showed me Flight Control this weekend, and it might be the perfect casual iPhone game: lushly designed, deceptively tricky, and fiendishly addictive.
Basically I don’t “take a crap” anymore. I “go to land some planes” instead.
I too love this quiet piece of genius. I must admit I start to freak out when the number of planes onscreen goes upwards of ten, so it’s not exactly relaxation time fun for me. But it’s designed very well. If I have any complaints, it’s that there are maybe four routine patterns that the planes come out in, and that a selection of maps would make it more interesting in the long run.
81 is my high. I had to have a drink after that. High tension is not my speed.
Fucking Helicopters! AAARRRGH
A quick shout-out to all of you guys for telling me about this game. And by shout-out, I mean: “Fuck you.” I’m never...
I hate all of you so much for telling me about this game.
Fucking Helicopters! AAARRRGH
quiet piece of genius. I must admit I start to freak out when...number of planes onscreen...
Simon Crowley, who may have coined...new euphemism, even for those that don’t play Flight...