What Dreams Are Made Of

The last day of my weekend is the only day with any rest. And with it is a malaise, of sorts. A lazy one. A...lazaise?

InFamous 2, L.A. Noire, Little Big Plnet 2, Witcher 2, my Steam collections, even a veritable library of PlaySation 2 games - both unfinished and unstarted - rests awaiting attention they all so lavishlhy deserve. But yet Minecraft calls. Which is all the more frustrating as the current opinion from the userbase of our little corner of the internets is for a reset of the world.

This finds me not being too motivated to build. The update known as 1.8 (or the "Adventure" update if you fancy more of an explanatory naming convension) is a while off still, or at least this is the flavour we get when consuming each morsel of information served up by our master chefs, but when you know that the proxy-end is coming then to carry on as if it's business as usual may be an unproductive. Which sounds odd when describing the virtual construction of blocks inside an electronic world that exists purely at the whim of our benevolent host whom does not himself even play.

But hey, you don't pay any month fees.