Trudging along
Well, it's Valentine's day, and that means that the big update I had planned for today has been sapped, warped and diminished to near nothingness. I really can't impress enough how much I absolutely hate this day. If your thinking to yourself that I'm a little bitter about being single, then your absolutely right. However, I refuse to let this bullshit holiday beat me down completely, so in lieu of actually instituting code that would allow me to post things properly, I'm just going to through on a temporary slap dash solution 1996 style. Woot, I feel accomplished.
In this update I'm adding a currently laughable Review section. It'll eventually become a decently ordered depository for rviews written by myself, and a small numner of other people I have harrased into contributing. Right now it will only have a quick run up of Devil May Cry 4, but soon I'll add Rock Band,and a few older games that I feel deserve another look.
Sorry for the relatively low quality of screen shots on the review. They were done with a straight point an shoot camera, rather than being a true screen capture. That will have to do until my capture card comes in for my computer.
~Till next time...
The Opening Salvo
If your stopping by here on purpose, or on accident, your probably wondering “what the hell”. Why name the site after an appendage, much less denote it has to be fat, or American. Well, to be frank, I was feeling terribly uncreative so I decided to use an in joke that I had with some of my friends. Way back in the day, when a little flop of a game came out, you may have heard of it, Dance Dance Revolution, anyway, when it came out I got hooked.
Unfortunately, I was a poor boy, without the means to buy myself a dance pad. When the Konami Mix version was released I was able to lure a friend or two into playing, and after long we devised a cheat that would allow us to propel ourselves to AAA'dom on the highest levels without a single bit of discipline, or skill. This trick was named with a sense of irony that I guess will completely apply to this site. The Big Fat American Thumb. Without any coordinated effort, you would only have to mash the controller with a sense of rhythm. The effort was minimal, but the show was entertaining, and eventually, some of the skills to play honestly developed. I'm still an epileptic nightmare on the dance pad, but there are only so many things you can do with two left feet.
For now, this sight will be a continuation of the BFAT principle. Entertaining myself, and hopefully a few others with a minimal effort, while improving my understanding of a few things, including this interweb. Well, thats it until I actually get something to post, and a little more of the page written.
