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Cows, rather strange creatures wouldn't you say. I rather like them though, except I probably wouldn't be to happy if I met Cows With Guns.
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This'll give you RSI for the weekend - just what the doctor ordered!
It's another simple block-clicking game where you have to remove blocks of the same colour to stay alive, but it's got a lovely motion on it (just like sand) and there's no hope of completing a level or emptying a screen - the blocks just keep on coming.
No need for further instruction, which is lucky, as they're in Japanese. I had a hard enough time working out what my score was... but it's not the winning, remember - it's the taking part that counts.
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Woo hoo, it's Friday and it's also a bank holiday weekend,
so we all have an extra day to abuse our livers.
Here's a game for you, because I'm nice like that. Leech, suck blood, but not too much.
Unless you enjoy bursting in a rather bloody way.
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I've always loved the whole image that goes with motorbikes - the leather, the chicks, the large, sweaty, heavily-bearded ZZ Top fans. What's not to like?
Unfortunately the last time I tried to strike up a converation about Barry Sheen and the TT Races in the local biker bar, I ended up being hogtied and dipped in sheep dip by the local Satan's Slaves. Nice boys (if you can look past the stench of body odour and Jack Daniels anyway), if a little violent.
But enough if my run ins with psychotic knuckle draggers - much safer to stay by your computer and play TG Motocross 2 - you wouldn't want to go out into the real world anyway, it smells funny*
*but not as funny as those bikers.
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I bet you're wondering where we've all been over the last few weeks. Well here on Mars it all got a bit too hot for our liking, so we decided to take a holiday and visited our old home, the Earth. Obviously it takes a couple of weeks to get there, and somehow we managed to get to England during the hottest Summer ever. Genius! So after sweltering in the heat for a couple of weeks we decided to head back home, only to find out that when we got here, you lot started getting all that cool weather again.
Fucking typical!
So now that we're back to our dust bowl of Martian Land, and you're all sheltering from the downpour, why not get your game playing gloves on and kick back with some traditional Funjunkie Friday Games?
We'll start you off with something about a mechanical slug. It's a good game, but the music is going to get on your tits.
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I've been in a deep, deep hole of despair.
Why? Why, you ask? After years of faithful pop service the BBC have had Top of the Pops put to sleep like a limping race horse.
Frankly, I've barely been able to get out of bed I've been so low. The wombat had to chew off two of my toes to get me up and about.
Such a shame that this video never made it in time, beacuse, let's admit it, it's inspired. This was hot on the heels of this little beauty.
Look here to meet the clever little bunnies behind it.
Thanks to my brother Moo for making us aware.
Now I've got to get that wombat to sick up, where's the superglue?
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Living in Devon at this time of year is a mixture of emotions, especially with the weather we've been having lately, glorious sunshine, luscious green countryside and hundreds of fat, wobbly, brainless, tourists that we have to share our beautiful county with.
Which brings me nicely to this little Friday treat - Moron Marathon. Choose a character and make it run.
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It may be the middle of the hottest summer since 1976 in the UK, but up here on Mars we've been having a cold snap - 85 below to be exact. Reg got his tongue stuck to a metal railing when he tried to lick some ice off, and Badger Mushroom tried sledding down Mons Olympus - he was Ok until he reached terminal velocity in the last 2 kilometers and his eyelids froze open - we've been thawing him out with the help of the wombat, he'll be fine (if you don't mind wombat fug)
The rest of us have been having fun practising our snowboarding skills (though when I say skills, I mean more of a bruising) - come and join us.... On our Martian Alpine Challenge.
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We’re not really up to date with Earth telly here at FJ Towers. You need a really good satellite dish to get a decent reception on Mars. Taz keeps nicking the batteries out of the signal booster, so it’s not often the box even gets turned on. We’ve just had a sneaky internet preview of tonight’s time trumpet, and it looks as though it might be worth fighting to get the batteries back.
Quote of choice: Hunt down the sarcastic townies and gag them like badgers. Now that’s something we can relate to!
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Close Encounters of a Musical Kind
Igor Stravinsky was very happy with his closing music for the ballet "The Firebird" but when it was pointed out by his friends in the pub that John Williams had used almost the same thematic structure in the music for the closing scene of "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" he decided to use a radical new musical form which lead to such masterpieces as "Petrouschka" and "The Rte of Spring"
Unreliable Facts from The Brains Trust |
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A blind bloke walks into a shop with a guide dog. He picks the Dog up and starts swinging it around his head. Alarmed, a shop assistant calls out: 'Can I help, sir?' 'No thanks,' says the blind bloke. 'Just looking.'
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