Something something something, outside.

Mornin all,

Yes its that time again, my weekly (for weekly read when I get round to it) informative (for informative read irrelevant) musings (for musings read something else).

First of all it looks like Final Fantasy XIII(fabulous Vauxhall Nova or whatever its called) has been “delayed” again so at the rate johns knocking out fire mages and stylized knights I expect he'll have a finished game before they do. Also Mario Kart : Wii has been given a release date for Europe (April 11^th) along with a few further gameplay details leaking including an increase to the maximum number of racers on a track at any one time, and the addition of bikes to the game. In the interest if fairness I should also mention Microsoft, done.

I suppose I should mention the “death” of the HD-DVD, it seems after countless attempts Sony have successfully managed to to force an unneeded proprietary format on an indifferent world.

John briefly mentioned listening to The Feeling, I wont hold it against him but will force my own media preferences for the week upon you,

Album of the week – Because of the Times : Kings of Leon, a few months old now but in that time its never been removed from my regular playlist, get it, now.

Single of the week – Time to Pretend : MGMT, beep-ey electro funkiness with some interesting dual vocals.

Movie of the week – Cloverfield (still) – I've seen a fair few films this week (The Godfather included) but whilst I can recognize that some of them are more masterful examples of film making as an art form, at least Cloverfield didn't bore the pants off me (I'm looking at you Godfather)

I think at that point I'll call it a day, as I need to be up early tomorrow to go do something something something, outside.

Until next time
T/K

P.S: The always modest, John, lord of the artistic domains, holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx, grand moff and gracious host, has written briefly about his day but he says nothing of his great works, just this week he has been exploring multiple dimensions, grappled with symbolic commericialistic representations of unimaginable size, created an immutable link between a midlands town and a talmudic deity and banged his knee, several times, which isn't strictly classed as a great work, but did give me a great laugh.