Wonder Pad

This is 'wonderpad', a real testament to how banal my life is.

I play Xbox a little bit as you know. Nothing too involved, just FIFA with Kirkleton and a bit of Fall Out New Vegas (mainly for chats with my brother). However I decided that seeing as this little bad boy spends a couple of hours in my hand most weekends I wanted to 'mod' it.

To 'mod' something I assume is short for 'modify' and is something done by people who are extremely self indulgent and believe everything in their life has to be unqiue to them. I've seen Tim Westwood do it to cars although for some reason he calls it 'Pimping a Ride', which is an odd thing to say for a 50 year old privately educated man to say.

If I wanted to pimp my handset I could do so by ordering different coloured buttons, casings and thumbsticks. It won't actually work any differently, it'll just look.... cooler? Different? Like its been put together by children?

I'll go for unique. Like me.... ooops there I go falling into the common trap that 'modding' makes you special. It doesn't, it just means you need more to fill your days. Maybe I should take up golf?

So anyway I decided to 'mod' my controller. Nothing too expensive, just a couple of cheap silver buttons and white sticks. I mainly wanted to take it apart and see how it worked, give it a clean and then ensure that we could identify which controller had been cleaned and cared for. I could then ensure Kirky got the shittier one.

They're not stupid these Xbox controller making people. They hide screws under barcodes, and it appears that cheap buttons ordered for a pound from china often don't fit the holes they're meant to. However I did it (it tooks me three hours Saturday night and an additional hour Sunday, but that includes my home connection downloading a thirty second youtube video) and for the first six games after doing it I won. Six in a row. I went out the room to the loo and caught Kirky fingering (not in a dirty way) my pad.

Kirky is now banned from touching wonderpad.

In other news: nothing. I tried blipping yesterday and my photo wouldn't upload, I've now accidentally left that shot on my home laptop and therefore cannot back blip for yesterday until later. It's an alright shot anyway, nothing to write home about.

Oh apparently I can't handle my drink anymore. One 4am finish and I spend the whole weekend absolutely shattered with as much 'get up and go' as Jabbe the Hut (who incidnetally didn't have any get up and go. He even had a droid to nip down to Theshers for his ten Bensons and three litres of White Lightening. No wonder he got so obese).