Category: Games

Have you fallen into the dark, bottomless hole that is Sporcle? Sporcle is nothing more than a collection of list games like can you name all of Julia Roberts’s movie or reel off elements on the periodic table.

I’ll stop between tasks to play one round. Which becomes two, then six. I even stopped in the middle of writing this post to try and name baby animals. I got 6 of 16.

I have my best friend David Dylan Thomas to thank for this madness. He’ll be receiving a bill shortly for all my lost productivity.

Double Fine game studio, the geniuses behind Pyschonauts, one my favorite games ever, has an in-house blog that I’ve only just discovered. Which makes me nine kinds of happy. I would drink their bathwater but for now, reading their updates will have to do.

Double Fine is based here in San Francisco, a very small town in the togs of a world class city, so I’m surprised I haven’t run into anyone who works there.  The closest I’ve come is my friend  Anne Larie who owns a Double Fine T-shirt.  Which isn’t really close at all.

Anyone from Double Fine out, please make yourself known. I’d just like to say thank for making such awesome stuff.

Three things I did today when I played hookey with my friend Amy: Visited a chocolate factory, played mini golf and ate an In-and-Out Burger.

Life does not get any sweeter.

Lest you were tired of sudoku, USA Today warns us that kakuro awaits (via the Powell’s Blog).

I’ve never really known the rules of Ping-Pong, until looked and found them. I have no idea where you can play it publicly here in San Francisco but I bet these folks do.

There’s precious little on the web about the joys of pogo-sticking and I for one think that’s a shame. I recently purchased a pogo stick because…well…I don’t know why. But $70 later it arrived and after work, I’ve been taking to the sidewalk in front of my building and trying to bounce in succession. I’m up to 11 bounces, which kinda sucks. But I’m working on it.

At 28, I feel past the age where I go out until 4 AM on Friday. Yet by the time my friends Jo and Laura could get ourselves organized, decide what we wanted to do and assemble, it was already past 11. We’d been talking about taking in some Italian schlock film at the Werepad, a uniquely San Francisco space I discovered quite by accident (late night, nothing to do, following hyperlinks all over creation, you know). Yet I had a pathetic vision of myself sitting down to be schlocked and dozing off after 5 minutes I was so zonked.

Before Laura arrived, I’d been poking around at Geocaching.com, site of a worldwide treaure hun I first read about on my friend Jish’s weblog, which prompted me to drop a few hundred much-needed bucks on a GPS Device. I found out one such treasure lay somewhere on Bernal Hill, not too far from where we were headed anyway. We spent the next two hours letting this little device about the size of a Hershey bar lead us in the dark and dense fog. When we finally found our “cache,” we all howled in joy at the city we couldn’t see below.

Geocaching. My new favorite weekend activity. I’ll schlock some other time.