Good things should never end

Image: Poke London

Two websites that I have heard people talk about lately are Poke's Unlimited for Orange and MOMA's online version of the exhibition Design and the Elastic Mind. The latter shows a fairly novel and cool way of supporting regular browsing with additional interactive illustrations. The former is unlike anything I've seen before: a long, almost infinitive, path of small interactions and games that make life much more pleasurable. Simply because, as we all know, "good things should never end".

I adore.

Pata, pata, pata pon!

Image: dn.se

This blog is not turning into a video game review blog. I can assure you that. Still, I simply can't resist talking about one of the latest Sony PSP games, Patapon. I tell y'all right now, this game's cuteness knows no limits. None. What. So. Ever. The storyline is even more satisfying than an Oscar night full of gala gowns: An army of small, yet brave, warriors (Patapon) have lost their (war) rhythm and it is up to you to help them get it back.

The rest is, as we say: "PATA PATA PATA PON".

It'll stick to your brain. For sure.

Cecilia föder

Kladdig skärm, jag vet. Men det är innehållet som räknas. Vaknade i morse och såg att det stod "Cecilia föder" på min mobilskärm. Blev förvånad eftersom jag hade hunnit glömma att jag faktiskt lagt in händelsen i min kalender. Notera hur betämd påminnelsen är; det står inte "Läkarna har uppskattat att det är idag Cecilia ska föda men det kan lika gärna ske först om två veckor", utan det står "Cecilia föder". Inte tidigare. Inte senare. Utan nu. Punkt slut.

Fem timmar senare fick jag ett SMS från Cecilia: "Nu är han här".

Tänk, är inte teknikens värld fantastisk när den fungerar. Så underbart rätt det kan bli ibland.

Ni växer. Det är bra.

Den här artikeln ger mig hopp. Snart kommer jag inte att vara ensam längre. Snart kommer alla kvinnor att se ut som jag.

Bestest games ever

Image: zefrank.com

So, I ended up marrying a video game producer. You may not realize, but our marriage is actually a miracle. You see, I am not only the wife of a talented video game producer, I am also the daughter of an incurable long-long-long-term solitaire addict and as such I can't even begin to start counting the number of times I have wished that all computer games (and I really mean all...except Monkey Island) would go away. Forever.

Luckily, Tom just makes games; he rarely plays them. At least not around me. And if he ever does, he is far too restless to play solitaire and he is definitely too restless to play the same game over and over again for 15 years. So, I guess what it all comes down to is that I am pretty OK with it all, actually.

Now, if by any chance this blog post made you want to kick open the door to the wonderful world of games (or just happen to be tired of playing Guitar Hero), I'd strongly recommend Zefrank's three religion games: the Christian, the Atheist, and the Buddhist.

His iPhone is broken

Image: The Sydney Morning Herald

Tom's almost-as-dear-to-me-as-Paulina-iPhone apparently didn't like San Francisco. How else am I supposed to interpret the fact that it suddenly stopped working after a day or two in SF? The phone is not completely dead, but at least the speaker is, which means that when we talk I can hear him but he can't hear me:

- Ring, ring.
- Tom speaking.
- Hi, it's me. Paulina.
- Hello?
- Hi. It's me.
- Hello??
- HIIII IT'S MEEEE. PAAAULINAAA.
- I can't hear you. I think my phone is fu**ed up. Anyway, if you can hear me I just want you to know that I love you and that I miss you so much. Bye.
- (Paulina, so sad that she is not able to express her feelings) *sob*

Call ended.

Later that week.

- Ring, ring.
- Hey, it's me aga...
- (Tom, interrupting) Hey it's Tom. I'm still not able to hear you. I don't know why you are calling but I can tell you that I just got out of the airport and am waiting for the bus. I'll be home in less than an hour.
- (Paulina, amazed by the fact that Tom knew why she was calling but still frustrated) *sob*

Conclusion: This whole one-way-communication things seems to work better than I would ever expect but it still makes me slightly uncomfortable. You see, it has a very obvious phone sex/hot line kind of feeling to it. All I have to do is call a number to listen to Tom's kind words and he has no idea what I am doing on the other end.

Vi håller tyst om Oscar, va?

Image: Just Jared

Jag vill helst inte prata om gårdagens Oscarsgala, men något måste jag ju säga. En mer sorglig tillställning får man leta efter. Visserligen var det skönt att slippa mastodontfilmer a' la Ben Hur, Sagan om ringen och Titanic, men klänningarna var så urbota tråkiga att jag till slut fick lust att göra som matadoren i Ferdinand*, ungefär. Svarta, alternativt röda, fantasilösa skapelser. Alla med ett eller inget axelband och lite fluff-fluff nertill. Så fruktansvärt förutsägbart.

De enda klänningarna jag tycker är värda att nämnas är Cate Blanchetts (unik färg och fina blomdetaljer - väldigt 2008 - längst ner; dock minus för halterneckskärningen som ger klänningen en billig beachkänsla), Katherine Heigls (lagom enkel med underbart axelparti), Heidi Klums (min och de flesta andras favorit, även om Heidi själv gärna hade fått stanna hemma enligt mitt tycke), Saoirse Ronans (söt, lagom flickig klänning men håret lämnar en del övrigt att önska; vad hände egentligen med den fina pagen hon hade i filmen?) och Marketa Irglovas (har tyvärr inte lyckats hitta något bra foto; den nakna ryggen gjorde klänningen).

* Dagens passus: Visste ni att matadoren, som ju sliter av allt sitt hår i frustration, är modellerad efter Walt Disney själv?