Donkey Konga @ MindSay 
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Dixie currently feels:
Depressed
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Blog #40
Problem ALMOST Solved
I bloody hate Mondays.
There's really no fucking point in going into college for just one sodding lesson.
One sodding HOUR, practically.
But either way.
Ash watched the trailer first draft on Saturday.
Shelly made out that she proper hated it, but she just didn't like the order of the clips.
Sarah watched it today and identified what the problem was - the speed.
It's currently far too slow to be a slasher horror. It's also a bit TOO revealing.
So yes, in this case - less IS more.
I shall be sorting this problem later.
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I bought myself an XL bacon double sandwich from Burger King and a pack of Kinder snack bars from B&M - got the 64 home, then sat on the sofa and chilled out, eating my nosh and watching Spongebob.
I got the urge to play Donkey Konga 2.
I finished off the whole of Chimp duet mode - then finished all but one song on Chimp beat-mix.
There's only ONE song I can't get gold DK on. It's PISSING ME OFF.
I returned to Resident Evil shortly after.
I have a save point just outside the first battle with Tyrant. I can't be arsed with him at the moment, he can taste my magnum later.
In other news, I've decided not to waste my life away with Neopets.
I'm not going on it again - to ever accomplish anything on that game, you have to dedicate at least 4 hours a day for two years.
Can't be arsed, to be honest.
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Shelly rang me later on. We talked for a few hours, then she got a phone call on the house phone.
Her nana's died - I feel so bad for her. She cried on her phone for about 10 minutes and nearly gave herself a panic attack. I had to calm her down as best as I could, trying to help her relax enough to be able to breathe normally again.
I know how that is. It's not easy being a manic depressive asthmatic. When one cries, one cannot breathe.
So it looks like I'm spending the day with Ash tomorrow.
...Even though I feel really fucking weird towards her at the moment.
She's on MSN, I've let her know about Shelly, and also that there's things I need to talk to her about.
I don't want to upset her though... It's about time she knew the truth about how I feel about her and how her hostility makes me feel...
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And I'm also in a dilemma - do I go to Southend... Do I miss off a few Photography lessons, miss seeing Ash and comforting Shelly, having to lie to Aunty Betty about how my life is going and share a room with my nana... Having to see my nana upset after her sister's funeral and leave grandad here on his own...
Or do I go to Southend to see Aunty Betty and Uncle Roy?
...Jesus Christ, talk about outweighing reasons.
Well, Nike weathered the outcry pretty well, and in the years to come, more music “sold out” to commercials. There’s so much of it, in fact, that I sometimes discover music I like from commercials. I think it was a Jaguar commercial that got me interested in the Propellerheads/Shirley Bassey’s “History Repeating”.
As time went by, more stuff sold out. We started seeing product placements on athletes, hidden in movies, and recently celebrity voiceovers (James Earl Jones, Powers Booth, and Kelsey Grammer should be set for life on this).
Today, I saw “Good Charlotte” in a commercial where they played the video game “Donkey Konga”. You know, the game where you slap a pair of Tom-tom drums as though you know what you’re doing. They actually manage to make it look as silly as it looks in real life. The “plot” for the commercial is that the band enjoys playing the game so much, they make their fans wait while they play.
Somehow, this seems more wrong to me than the other versions of commercialism. Maybe it’s because I’ve always felt an affinity for the game industry. It’s like celebrity commercialism is coming into MY world. I didn’t mind it so much when they were just being stupid in the real world, but leave my games alone.
I don’t know why this one bothers me more than the others. For years, we’ve seen EA try to tie their sports games to the real thing by showing players play the games. And we’ve all seen the commercials where the NFL sportscasters are playing Madden to decide what would happen in their fantasy league.
Somehow, this commercial bothered me more than all of that, because it combined two sad things. One, it had a fairly good band humiliating themselves by selling out at all, and two, it had the abysmal sadness of making them sell out to “Donkey Konga”, the game that most developers shake their heads at in sadness.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’ve said occasionally that my life goal is to make something beautiful and pure, so I can sell out for an ungodly amount of money. But I think, even if or when that day comes, I will find enough scruples not to sell out to “Donkey Konga”.
I shudder just thinking about it.
