I have to say to my family and friends that I’m sick again.
Foooootball Manager 2011!!!!
My friend Sylv and I are back in business again, after 6 months of painful break. A few people really understand the addictive aspect of the game because playing FM 2011 basicaly looks like this:
Thousands of pages with figures, statistics and player pictures. And 95% of the playing time is on those pages. And this is what it’s all about. How many times have we wondered about a 17 in agressivity, how many games have lost because we haven’t pressed the “take more risk” button soon enough, how many players have we fired because the guy’s face wasn’t good enough when taking a new club, how many tactics have we created being sure that it was THE ONE before giving it up after a few games etc.?
I have the strange feeling that I wrote the same post a year ago when FM2010 came out. See how sick I am…
Today is a special day for me, the first entirely numbered KICKASSS t-shirts are out. 90 only, 30 for the ladies in black, and 30 for the men in purple and 30 in black. On every t-shirt, you have a tag, on one face you’ve got the usual brand stuffs and on the other side you can check the t-shirt number you’ve been given. Simple!
There is though a “dark side”. I add to change the prices…The t-shirts will be now 28 euros instead of 25 and the polos will be 38 instead of 35 euros. I had to take this decision in order to keep an ongoing quality and to keep on doing details that make the difference. I hope you won’t be over shoked by this decision. If you want to comment it, please don’t be afraid to do so on my email: damien@kickasss.com or in the comments below. News products available here.
Well, I’m sure I won’t do as good as it is in the video but damn those 216 round shaped magnets are attracting me. I’m sure that after you have them in your hands you don’t put them down before the end of your day, and not the best way to be efficient during your work day.
Wired Magazine issued an article about the New Rules for Highly Evolved Humans illustrated by a serie of photos with Brad Pitt.
The little text with the first photo is priceless:
“Can I answer my cell during a movie if it seems urgent?
Never. It may be a brief interruption—just a few seconds—but what if someone sitting near you is trying to make a decent bootleg? Did you ever think of that? Now all those street-corner copies are permanently defiled by your so-called “emergency.” Don’t be so damn selfish.”
