No, it isn’t born yet. It’s just over 34 weeks into the pregnancy, and we went for our regular checkup with the midwife today. She used the baby heart monitor thing again, and this time I recorded it on my phone. It’s less wakka-wakka than it was, but it’s still amazing.
According to someone on a newsgroup (and I pretty much agree), Football Manager is more or less a role playing game. It’s all the stats and stuff, innit.
And now here’s Football Manager 2009. Perhaps this time the text on the 360 version will be large enough to read? No wait - it’s a Sega game. They don’t fix problems with successive releases, the exacerbate them. Anyway!
I found out today that a friend of mine’s 8 week old baby died last night, in sudden and unexpected circumstances.
I can’t even begin to imagine how terribly this has hit him and his family. I know he won’t be reading this, but if on the very, very slim chance he might be, I’m so sorry for your loss, and my thoughts are with you.
It’s the sort of thing which is upsetting to anyone, even if they don’t know the people involved. With the imminent arrival of my own child I appear to have Dad-hormones on full at the moment, and I found the news very difficult to take in, much more so than I thought at first. It’s so very sad.
A video of a mouse skydiving. OK, so it’s actually an advert for some new Microsoft computer mouse, but it’s still a mouse. Skydiving.
Oh Mr Asda! With these special offers for the mathematically-challenged you are really spoiling us!
It’s happening all over again. It’s Oblivion once more. And, even though Fallout 3 has the OCD-factor turned way down in comparison (there’s no alchemy, no stat grinding, etc.) there’s still waaaay too much to get me hooked.
Like gun collection. And paranoid constant equipment repair. And having to speak to everyone and try every possible conversation permutation. And unnecessary, self-imposed inventory management. It’s all horribly, horribly addictive. I’ve played about 14 hours in less than three days.
And the music is haunting. So much so, two tracks in particular are stuck in my head and refuse to leave:
I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire (The Ink Spots)
Way Back Home (Bob Crosby)
I was absolutely convinced this film came out this year, but Virgin On Demand says 2007. Not that it matters at all, it just seems too long ago. Anyway.
Jerry (Jack Black) and Mike (Mos Def) are left in charge of a video rental shop while the owner goes on a recon mission to figure out how to make more money in order to save the building the shop is in from demolition. While he’s away, a freak accident magnetically charges Jerry, causing him to wipe all the tapes in the shop.
The bulk of the story then tells how Mike and Jerry attempt to re-enact all the wiped films themselves, soon getting a reputation locally for these homebrew versions (nicknamed “swedes”), and the money - and film requests - start pouring in.
If you know the films they’re remaking well, then the film is very funny. If not, you’re going to be a bit lost, and perhaps not enjoy it as much. It’s also a shame that many of the films made pass by far too quickly in a montage section. The sci-fi accident-and-antidote Jerry undergoes doesn’t really sit well with the rest of the film either, which in every other way is realistic. It’s still good, but just not one of Jack Black’s best.
Verdict: 3/5
This week’s fourth and final class was all about “meeting baby”. I don’t really like the term, as we’re not going to be meeting him or her, are we? It’s already there, we just don’t know what it looks like. Anyway.
We were told about methods and types of feeding, the various advantages and disadvantages of breast feeding and bottle feeding, which did sort of confuse us as only this week we bought bottles to use with breast milk, so it isn’t quite as clear cut as the class suggested.
Then we were told about how tired we are going to be, how stressed, emotional and exhausted the first two weeks at least will be, which just sounds the wrong side of ace, and then that was it. We’re now qualified to be parents! But we didn’t get a certificate or anything.
I posted earlier that I’d broken the £25 Rule - the self-imposed game price limit I’ve stuck to for over a year - so I could get the Special Edition version of Fallout 3 for the Xbox 360.
Well, Good News, Everyone!
It would appear that Game have made a bit of an error, and instead of charging me the £32-ish (some of which I’d get back via Quidco) they should have done, my credit card statement shows they’ve only taken £21.41. Why this figure, I don’t know. But this is amazing! Hurrahs all round, I think.
This week, we had our third (of four in total) anti-natal class. The theme this time was “Pain”. Basically, we were told all about the pains to expect before and during labour, and the methods that could be used in order to help with them. They ranged from “breathing differently” to “omfg we’re putting needles in your spine”. Nice.
Then we were told about some complications that could happen, most of which involved yanking the baby out with some sort of clamp or vacuum pump, and having a caesarian. Which was also nice.
So we left at the end feeling a bit uncomfortable.
