The other day I got together with Josh, Dave and a bunch of other people in Washington Square Park and Josh made the situation a little clearer.
First off, they've got an iPod Touch to give me, which is cool. I was slightly wary of the idea of having an iPhone and needing to ignore certain aspects of the device, so I'm happy that the device in question is an iPod.
Secondly, it's a kind of loner device. Provocateurs that they are, Josh and Dave apparently use their extra electronics for nefarious purposes -- like trading them for cakes, bicycles or as tools to trick people into doing work for them. I am clearly immune to their machinations. ...Wait a minute! Hm. Oh, well -- point to you, Josh and Dave.
Thirdly, and lastly of the numberlies, the specific device they have in mind is currently in the possession of their previous victim and they've been angling to get it back. It looked like Josh was going to actually have the device when I saw him in the park, but no go. The other guy's still got the thing. They're still working on the situation and will sort it out eventually.
That's kind of a good thing, I think, since I still haven't taken the time to troubleshoot the access controls for this blog. You can read my progress quite clearly (fill in any gaps with beer, basically) and I've obviously just set this thing up and then run away. Well, time to get to work! ...I guess.
I've got a game already lined up to play on this thing, so I'm ready, dudes. You guys do realize that we don't like touchscreens, right? Let the games begin!
ReplyDeleteWhat Lorna says is true -- we don't like touchscreens. Also: multi-touch? Screw it. "Motion controllers?" Hate 'em (almost categorically). And 3D screens can piss right off. We're "meat and potatoes" gamers, I guess.
ReplyDeleteSo, yeah. I think this is part of the point behind Josh and Dave's evil scheme, forcing me (and Lorna) to really consider iOS as a gaming platform. Or, at least, to get us to thoroughly explain what we don't like.
Apologies in advance to anyone whose feelings are hurt. Muah-ha-ha-ha-ha! ...Err, no, really -- sorry.