out of interest, does anyone know how fast you dream?

Say you have a five-minute (subjective time) dream – does this take five actual minutes, or (as I suspect) does it happen at an accelerated rate?

The reason I ask is that I’ve noticed over the years that I manage to incorporate external stuff like the alarm going off into my dreams – this morning, for example, I was faced with a keypad, and on pressing the first key, the alarm clock beeped – I’m assuming it was the first beep as I usually wake up immediately on it going off.

So, either my body clock had attuned itself to know *exactly* when the alarm was due to go off (not impossible, as it goes off at the same time for several mornings on the trot, and only gets changed once or twice a week), or the dream was happening at such a rate that I’d built the keypad sequence and me pressing the key as my brain started to process the alarm beep. Or it could have retro-fitted the last bit of dream into the alarm going off, as I was waking up.

As ever, thoughts, opinions, comments and questions onna postcard, to the usual address…

I have a game to suggest.

Imagine, if you will, that we’ve decided to do a weekend movie marathon

Kicking off on saturday morning through to sunday evening, we’re really going for it. Popcorn, snacks, comfy sofas, a group of like-minded film fans chilling out.

What films would be on your schedule? for example, are we going to do all six star wars films? But in which order? Or are we going to do a genre mashup of different styles? Rom-coms mixed with zombies? Sci-fi then Merchant Ivory?

Amuse me, internets.


EB had his birthday sleepover last night. All good fun, though not a lot of sleep happened.

At one point earlier in the evening, EB turned up bearing my juggling clubs, saying one of his friends wanted to see me juggle.

Ah, crap…

Could I juggle some balls for him, perhaps?

No. Clubs. Please.

Now, it’s been a *long* time since I last tried juggling clubs. No pressure then. Completely failed. Managed to recover some cool points by doing a fair 3-ball routine afterwards, but the moment had passed.

Now, of course, I need to devote serious time to re-learning the skill. You know, for the next time I get asked…

racing games

I’ve been playing a vast amount of Forza 3 on the Xbox recently. I *love* racing games. Always have, all the way back to the Atari 2600’s Night Driver, which had basic graphics, but used the paddle controller, a kind of proto-steering wheel affair. Brilliant.

Ah, Forza. Tons of brilliant (and not-so-brilliant) cars, loads of beautifully rendered tracks (including the infamous Nürburgring), customisation options up to *here*. Superb. Heck, you can spend half an hour just going through the various options for just the different wheel types on offer.

What I particularly like though is the option to automatically upgrade your car to a specific level – say you buy a ‘D’ class Golf for example. You could go and upgrade each bit individually to get it up to an ‘A’ class, or you can just tell Forza that you’d like an ‘A’ class tuning setup and it’ll go off and work out what it needs to optimise the car to get it as close as possible to the top of the ‘A’ rating.

I also love that you can design the paint jobs on the cars. You can respray your shiny new Porsche in all manner of colours, with different shades for the roof, bonnett, sides, bumpers etc, but it was a while until I realised that you could apply decals and decal groups to the cars, building up some quite complex patterns.

EB and I have had enormous fun redesigning our respective garages, resulting in such classics as my dalmatian-spotted racing Ferrari and my current favourite Paul Smith-inspired stripey Audi R8 5.2 litre V10, which I adore.

And they give you a new car every time you go up an experience level – I’m up to level 21, so have had a ton of new cars to play with.

Don’t get me started on the simulation damage settings – I managed to completely bork my supertuned Golf last night by clipping a tyre wall on the New York circuit, resulting in me rolling the car end over end, and breaking the front and rear bumper, knackering both wings, killing three out of four of my suspension springs, screwing the gearbox *and* the steering. I couldn’t get the car out of first gear from that point and had to limp around the track to the pit lane for repairs… Still ended the race in 2nd place though. Booyah.

Anyone up for a race? my Xbox Live gamertag is d4k3gr4 if you want to add me to your list…