Monsters Inc.

A while back, a little demo called 'Spore Creature Creator' was released online. It allowed people to make their own crazy critters, which could then be used in the upcoming game (which is being released on Friday, incidentally), and if you look on Matt's blog you can see some of the weird 'creachers' he moulded from the clay of life.



Anyway, I didn't download it 'cos the software made my PC crash initially, but today I download

ed again with more success. Unlike Matt, I look a less realistic approach with designing my beautiful angels:

This is one. He's one happy chappy, with his arms too short to
actually reach anything, and his legs bent the wrong way so that he shuffles about like a crippled snail. The Ganglazoid was my
first attempt, which should explain his hideous Andy-like
appearance. Disgusting.






I would show my others, by my internet is suddenly stopping me from uploading the images. Weird. Anyways, I'll try again later or tomorrow, so you can gaze further upon the mangled remnants of my imagination.

Born to Run?

I don't hate exercise, as long as it occurs whilst doing something else. Something fun. Playing football, for example, is a great way to get fit; a game of tennis likewise. But exercise for the sake of exercise is horrible and yet, alas, my poor physical condition indicates that I should make the effort to do it.

I'll be checking out the 100 Press-Ups thing that Bigs had vaunted so triumphantly, and I've already taken a leaf out of Bernie's book by going jogging round the park over and over. Yesterday I ran 2 miles, and it wasn't remotely fun, even with some snazzy music in my ears.

Exercise sucks.