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Don't worry everyone, The Flash has got this. Courtesy of Justice League #2 Nothing like a super-powered push to calm a raging Kryptonian down. Well I say calm, he comes back in the next panel and flicks the Speedster a few miles into the distance with nothing but his super powered pinky. But that's superheroes for you.

Well this has been a week or so ongoing of me being perpetually bereft of the energy required to blog like the proverbial mofo that I am. Nothing but memes and apologies for memes because who doesn't look reading those? Well me for a start.

That'll be some of that Battlefield humour, trust me its hilarious. No really.

In a nutshell.

Well it tickled me.

What makes a good multiplayer shooter experience? Been playing them for years and only now do I ask myself that question in light of my recent experiences with Battlefield 4 . Okay so its partly a game and partly an exercise in futile frustration in its current broken state but there's some intangibles here worth pondering I think.

Sitting back and getting my space geek on with this previously unseen set of photographs from the unquestionably cool period of modern history that was the space race. As well as being super cool reminder of just what we can do when we put our minds to something and succeed at it, it's also bringing back memories of my formative years where I was kinda crazy obsessive about this sort of thing. Space, astronomy, astronauts. Oh yes, astronauts were and still are amongst my personal heroes. That special and possibly crazy breed of pioneers who went beyond the beyond and then a little further.

Well I'm zonked, tired, at a loss for words you may say but there's just enough left in the old brain to come up with this lot. Not much left in there for actual blogging though, for it is largely depleted after today's exploits in the so-called real world.

Well that was weird but back to the regularly scheduled normality now. Of course by normality I mean I'm going to show you a video that encapsulates the best/worst of the 1990's all in a few short minutes. As a pseudo pop cultural anthropologist of the very near past I look upon this hallowed artifact with a profound sense of horror and awe. Behold this promo video for the exciting adventure in humanity that was Windows 95.

Quiet evening, headphones on, a chilled wave of ambience carrying me away to horizons new and old. Insert much self indulgent wankery here, it'll fit nicely into a paragraph like this. Still, a pause is good. Helps me think, turns the volume down in my brain a tad. All that stuff in there, full of half thoughts and semi-notions. Gets busy know what I'm saying?

    Spent most of today finishing off the trade paperback of Global Frequency. An early noughties series from technophile misanthrope Warren Ellis, he who wrote Transmetropolitan. That'll be one of my favourite reads and the reason why I should have gotten around to reading the rest of his stuff much sooner than I have really. Blame my fickle piecemeal reading habits for that.

...where I don't find myself uttering these very words.

There I was, chilling and relaxing all cool on a day off when suddenly a bizarre, weird and utterly strange notion pops into my head. Namely that for the first time in an age I have more games around me that I know what to do with. I look upon the list below and wonder how I came to be such a junkie for the high quality product of the videogame industry.

Due to a miscalculation on my part, tonight's update will be nothing short of epic. No wait that's wrong, what I meant to say was that it'll be more short than epic. Had an evening of casual larks and drinks over Battlefield 4 last night and I've spent most of today recovering from it. The drinks that is, as opposed to the Battlefield 4.

How I miss PC gaming. Can still remember saving up for a decent graphics card to play the highly anticipated behemoth that was and is Half Life 2 back in the day. Think I'm gonna make it an ambition to re-acquaint myself with PC gaming at some point in the near to mid future.

Okay I take it all back. Just when I think Justice League is on a one way trip into humdrumsville I turn a page and Io and behold it starts getting interesting. That should teach me to jump the gun I dare wager, look before I leap, recline before I decline as they say. Well no one says that, but you get the idea.

Quiet evening tonight, drinking tea and reading the comic based adventures of the Justice League. Could say its a quiet one then, which it is. Its New 52 Justice League too which I have yet to make up my mind upon. Long form storytelling aplenty that may or may not be building up for the pay-off in the long run. Things are getting super punched in the face in the name of justice at least so there's that.

I interrupt this delicious ham and pineapple pizza to bring you my latest thoughts on Uncharted: Golden Abyss . Because the internet is nothing if its not about letting total strangers know what you're eating at any given moment.

I won't make a habit of splurging the contents of Facebook onto the blog too often but as far as rules for improving the world go this one's a corker. Which is to say it's a rule that should be observed at all times in all circumstances in every way possible. At the very least can we try it on for size for 5 minutes. A better world for 5 minutes can we try that?

Day off day today so I've made it a point to make it a day of low productivity after the last few days in work. As such, not much for the old update tonight. My brain's on radio silence, breaking it only now to deliver what little it has to offer your screen tonight.

Well then, was going to post something tonight. Something about Flashpoint, the latest super mega all-encompassing comic-event reboot of the DC universe. Was going to, then the official Blogger app lost everything I just typed without saving it, it seems. Oh fiddlesticks. PG friendly translations of what I actually just said aside, here are my thoughts in brief.

Answers on a stamped addressed envelope please. Look at the picture above and see if you can explain to me in an encyclopedia or less what's going on there? It is an in-game still from the madness that is BlazBlue: Continuum Shift Extend , a colourful, anime styled and completely mental beat em up I will now attempt to describe without the use of mind altering elixirs.

Indubitably knackered tonight so you're getting one of those non-update kind of updates where I string words together until my brain comes to a screeching halt. Game wise Guacamelee is done, Injustice is still in progress and the PS3 games in my to-play pile remain to be played because try as I might I can't get any more than 24 hours into my day.

Well I'm all fresh out of it tonight. So instead I'm going to do it by proxy via the ever capable yet curmudgeonly Yahtzee Croshaw and his pal Gabe as they talk about 2013 in gaming the only way they know how, by drowning out the sights and sounds of Final Fight whilst doing so. Some day all year long retrospectives will retrospect this way with random uber-manly violence playing out in the background in early 90's arcade style.

Looks like the world is getting something called PlayStation Now whether it wants it or not in the near future. An all-new all-singing all-dancing service where PS2 and PS3 games are streamed to about as many devices as can run them. Cloud gaming, backwards compatibility, the future is now and the now is then. Welcome back to the past!

Today's blog entry will again be brief as I am currently making my way through Flashpoint. The latest in what seems like an endless string of resets, reboots or re-imaginings in the so-called DC Universe. Feels like I've read them all at this point. Crisis on Infinite Earths, Infinite Crisis, Final Crisis, Crisis Crisis.

Short update tonight after several hours of getting unceremoniously slaughtered on the online battlefields of err Battlefield 4. It's all part of my ongoing quest to find redemption in this game. It's not going well. You see, It's almost like its trying to be another game entirely. Not to name names but it rhymes with gaul of shooty or fall of booty.

Can't blog. Playing Injustice: Gods Among Us wherein the fine residents of the DC comics universe settle their differences with super powered fisticuffs brought to you by those brought us Mortal Kombat, Mortal Kombat 2 and err, Mortal Kombat 3.

With great trepidation I sense I'm approaching the end of Guacamelee, the story of one man's fight against the forces of darkness as told through the medium of pro-wrestling. It's a story not often told much to the detriment of our lives.

Battlefield 4. An utterly beautiful game but so utterly inept technically at the moment. Obviously rushed to release it is bugged up to the eyeballs with the sort of technological hiccups that really shouldn't still be there by the time it reaches the shores of release day.

So we arrive in 2014 after the bumpy ride that was 2013, that year long conclusion to the transition that was 2012 and no that's enough of that you get the idea I'm sure. Its that time of year where everyone and their gay cousins roommate are eulogising the year past and prophesying the year ahead. Everyone's getting their respective inner mystic on except me.