The 1989 Gameboy has higher pixel density than the Switch

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The original Nintendo Gameboy from 1989, had a pixel density per inch of 82.79. The Nintendo Switch, using dynamic resolution for Xenoblade Chronicles 2, has a pixel density per inch of 59.35. That’s 368 vertical pixels divided by a 6.2″ screen.

So a game from 1989 has higher pixel than one from 2017.
82 vs 59.
28 years of tech improvement and Nintendo cost cutting in perfect harmony.

Nintendo will fix this be doing a die shrink, and possibly GPU tech bump on the Switch, and forcing it to run in docked mode when portable, the fashionable mid cycle hardware bump. Then you might actually get 720p.

I learnt the art of misleading titles by reading the Daily Telegraph. Where you’d read the title of an article, and the actual article would be the opposite.

CEX has higher standards than me

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A few months ago, engaging in my quest to own as little as possible, in order to have to clean as little as possible, in order to sit at home playing video games as much as possible, I went to CEX to sell my iphone4.

Their website said I could pocket £40 odd quid, for a device which runs a browser clunkily, is a decent podcast machine, a fucking terrible itunes crippled music player and only ever had about 2 decent games. All I had to do was visit a shop that plays shit music loudly and smells of piss, taking me closer to the chav lifestyle, rounding my personality, making me less of a monster.

So I visit in a weekday afternoon, like a true job shy CEX punter. They take the iphone4, say they need to run a few tests, fair enough. I wander around the local pound shops, imaging that I could empty half the establishment of swag for the mountain of coin that will shortly be tumbling my way.

20 mins later, back in the land of CSI box sets, they inform me they can’t take it, apparently it has a crack or a chip on the back, invisible to my elderly, cripple eyes. I suggest they didn’t really want it anyway, they reasonably state that is not true, as buying and selling is how they make cash.

So I look at my iphone4, it looks it pretty good nick to me, but CEX, which smells of piss, has higher standards than me. Christ, what must my house smell like? 🙁

Simon Peterkin

I don’t know exactly when he was born, around the same time as me. We went to uni together. Had some adventures. Some people you know so well that the idea of giving them a birthday present seems stupid. We had better things to do than indulge that nonsense with each other.
However, I once brought him a little cutesy dragon, hatching out of an egg. He liked dragons, had various figurines of them. But they were majestic, clawing, snarling beasts. I gave him the egg dragon, he said he didn’t want it, not his kind of thing. He was right, it wasn’t. I liked this honesty. I can’t imagine him ever lying to me.
Usually he would go the extra mile not to offend anyone. He told me he eased off buying things online for a while, because he felt sorry for the postman having to carry the items to his door. Someone who presumably he barely knew, yet he had empathy for them.
I know to die and leave so many loved ones behind would pain him greatly.
He was my oldest friend. Others fell by the wayside. But Simon was different. We kept in touch for 27 years. His easy going nature and warmth prevailed.
At Manchester university, an afternoon pint or two was often sunk at the Phoenix, the odd nightclub, Rockworld. A day trip here or there.
I would visit him once or twice a year, his hospitality welcoming. A warm, firm handshake and grin at the door. “Hey!!”. His house was frequently visited by all his friends, I never saw another house so full of caring chatter and discussion. Everyone felt utterly at home and at ease in his company.
He hated Microsoft with a passion, a product of working with their buggy operating systems. He would surely agree with this opportunity to slag them off! He was artful and skillful with IT. If he wanted to do something technical, he would apply himself and get it done. He was smart.
He was a great fan of 1980’s films. A connoisseur. Especially the more outrageous, fun horror films. He educated me. We’d stick a tape in and relax and enjoy the likes of Hellraiser, Re-animator or John Carpenters “They Live” – a film I recently brought with the hopes of watching it again with him.
He once opined his memory was no good, I pointed out that he could remember the works of H.P. Lovecraft with clarity! He changed his mind.
He had read Lovecraft with a dictionary nearby, like I did. Although not a man of literature he could recognise quality, and we could recognise it in him.
The darkness of Lovecraft was on the surface reflected in his heavy metal musical tastes, a skull candle decoration, a cenobite figurine and so on. Yet whatever surface themes a first time visitor may have briefly noticed in his house would be shortly obliterated by the brilliant power of his warm, friendly nature that any words I clumsily set down cannot convey. As you knew him, you don’t need those words. We are all now members of an exclusive, privileged club, we can only pity others that membership has sadly closed.
The Megadrive would get fired up, then we would tackle Streets of Rage 2. I mostly lost all the lives as he did all the work and saved me. We finished that game together once in 1997, a memorable day in “sunny Whitefield”.
In 2011 we played a multiplayer game of Civilisation 5 together, and actually finished it! It took most of the weekend. I could no longer josh him about never finishing a game of Civ.
In Left for Dead 2, he would carry the team. Coming back to rescue me when needed. His listening skills and the way he related meant such rescues he performed were not wholly limited to the videogame world.
I remember the good times we shared, the experiences.
Scouring a scant photo collection, I found only a single one with Simon, he is playing pool in a Manchester pub. There are many more in my mind, the memories form an aura of which I doubt I will be fortunate enough to experience again with anyone else.
Generous and giving, he would think the best of people, but not suffer fools too long. Thinking of him now, his exceptional qualities, which perhaps I didn’t consider and appreciate enough, come into focus, and present themselves as the reason why our friendship lasted so long.
In his later years his demons encircled him, he would push them away for a while, but they were always there. Tormenting him. Sleep was no escape. He didn’t talk about them often, probably to save us all the horror. Sometimes he would open a small door, and let me glimpse inside it. Very occasionally they overcame him, but they would only rage at him, he was too good to hurt others. A lesser man would have given up. He was strong.
Latterly, he would sit for hours, interrupted by the occasional “brew”, chat or cigarette, playing Civilisation, or Lord of the Rings online. Not because he especially liked those games, but because they distracted and quietened his mind.
I said I would visit in November after my work finished. If my job continued I am sure I would have put it off until 2018. My own self-centred nature has robbed me of that last visit forever. Now a train journey up to Manchester will for all time be a gruelling reminder of who I am not visiting, and what I have lost. Of what we all have lost.
A few months ago we chatted about a PC motherboard problem he had, we both slagged off the shitty design that made the solution non obvious. I imagine we laughed and joked about some other stuff too. That is my overriding memory of him. Giggling away at some such nonsense. A grin never too far away. I would like to call him up and tell him how sad I am, but I can’t as he is dead and the reason I am sad! If I related that in an exasperated manner to him perhaps he would see the funny side. A tragic Ouroboros, that perhaps time can slay or lessen, but it doesn’t feel like it today.
His mind was open to all the possibilities of all the gods in all the world. Didn’t matter how small the chances were. He always said you couldn’t prove it one way or another. Si, you make a grown man see the attraction of religion. He was a man of character I was proud to have known.
He called me in September, my phone was on silent, I didn’t return the call when I noticed. Now I can’t.
How can I replace him? It can’t be done. He wrenches a piece of me away with him.
Perhaps I will forget he is gone and look see if he is online playing games, so I can have a chat with him. “STE! You numpty!”
His experiences will be lost, the impressions we have of him will be corrupted and distorted by time. But, I would suggest those memories will only grow brighter whilst they last in us, for the memories I have of Simon are overwhelmingly happy ones. If I could speak to him again, I wouldn’t have anything profound to relate, nor ask him. I would just chat easily about this and that and be happy to hear his voice. The tears pour from me as I type this. “Aww STE!” he would say, a frown on his face.
I wonder if he knew it was his end as he lay dying. No more nightmares for him. No more laughter for us. I am not sure it would be right to turn back the clock a year if I could, but I would selfishly do it in an instant, I miss him so much.

Gameboy and Gameboy Advance Classic Mini


First we has the NES Classic Mini, or didn’t, because Nintendo only made 8 of them.

Then we had the SNES Classic Mini, the first Mini version with games that weren’t just fondly remembered trash.

The wisdom of the idiotic crowds at Neogaf suggest that next up is N64 Classic Mini, but this ignores the fact that Nintendo is going to balk at the minor cost of adding a couple of those N64 pads and a more powerful ARM chip and exploit something else first.

So next will be the Gameboy Classic Mini, which will finally mean we have a GB with a decent screen and a huge battery life. If this was Sony, they’d throw in an OLED screen, but Nintendo’s solipsism will take over and they’ll cheap out and it’ll be LCD with dead pixels instead. Hell, they’ll probably even take the opportunity to reduce the flash storage to save .5p per unit. You might get a bluetooth audio connection.

After that we’ll get the Gameboy Advance Mini, then the N64, followed by the Gamecube, because technology advancement is the one of many things in life that gets better with every passing year.

Sony meanwhile is readying there own version of PS1 Classic Mini, but is having a hard time mimicking the texture warping in software, for all the multitudinous millions who are too lazy to set up Retropie.

So for posterity, here is the timeline:
2016 – NES Classic Mini
2017 – SNES Classic Mini
2018? – Game Boy Classic Mini
2019?- Game Boy Advance Classic Mini/ Playstation 1 Classic Mini
2020? – N64 Classic Mini
2021? – Gamecube Classic Mini/ Playstation 2 Classic Mini

Not pirated, Star Trek Discovery review

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Lawrence of Arabia is widely regarded as one of the greatest films ever made and has no women speaking in it. Coincidence? I don’t think so.

So it was brave of the new Star Trek Discovery to have the 2nd scene be the preposterous idea of two women*, talking to each other, about something other than a man. I realise its set in a make believe science fiction far future, but something a little less far fetched wouldn’t have gone amiss. I can only suspend disbelief so far.

On the plus side, the fashion for draining all the colour from the picture has been cast aside, and a gorgeous riot of colour assaulted my eyes. It might be the best looking TV show ever, even more so than The Forms of Things Unknown.

I was hugely entertained by the entire show. It had lots of explosions, no one did anything idiotic and my attention was rapt. Unlike the other recent superb Trek series The Orville, thanks to it being on Netflix, I can legitimately review this one without it being obvious I pirated it.

*although one of them is called Michael, which I can only assume got mixed up with Michelle somewhere at the script stage, and no-one spotted it because they were too busy putting funny teeth in the scary looking Klingons.