
Okay, so, I’ve been working really hard on the apartment all weekend. Yesterday I got up to go to work at 4:30 am, came home at 11, and worked on the apartment until 4 pm. Today I got off work at 3:30 pm and spent six hours wiring and hanging a ceiling fan. It’s been rough, folks. I’m ready to spit some hot fire.
I’m not a negative person. All my posts thus far have been about things I like (except when I wrote about Matt Casamadingdong, but I LIKE to call him a douche so I’m still putting that into column “A”), but tonight I’m going to write about the worst game I’ve ever played.
Space Giraffe, for the Xbox 360 via Xbox Live Arcade, is like being punished for doing the worst thing imaginable. Like, I imagine if I got drunk and ran a forklift over some nuns and schoolchildren, the cops would taser me, drag me into an alley, and plop me in front of Space Giraffe. I imagine Hell is really just an endless fiery room filled with gorgeous, giant LCD screens with Xbox 360s hooked up to them, that ONLY PLAY SPACE GIRAFFE. So in a way, playing Space Giraffe is a religious experience.





