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  • Twitter stole my attention span.

    In the same way that the internet destroyed my attention span for TV, Twitter has made it difficult for me to write in sentences longer than 140 characters, let alone in paragraphs. What is this madness? It sucks donkey balls.

    Now that Myspace is like one of those shopping centres that used to be awesome, but now just has a few clapped up shops and a Wilko (maybe even a Lidl if it's lucky), I have to admit I have not written many blogs of late. Myspace reminds me of Cathedral Lanes, in that it was once new and fresh and relevant, but now it's... a bit not. That is a Coventry reference, people. 

    I still love Myspace though, it's ghetto.

    In recent news, I went to LA for a bit for G4TV and got rained on, then I went to Tough Guy and got wet, then I tidied my room and found space for my World of Warcraft Naga action figure that Von bought me. 

    As for now, I am eating Twiglets instead of going to the gym and trying to avoid watching another episode of Jersey Shore before playing some games and writing some reviews.

    Oh, and I bought a NES.

    I am so fucking glamourous. Ahahahahaha!!!

    Check out these things, it will semi explain what I've been up to:




    Keep it cheesy...

    Sim xxxx


  • Boo to frat boys.

    I watched a program about a fat man last night, who went from 650 pounds and the brink of suicide to a 250 pound clone of his personal trainer friend. I didn't really know what to make of it. Obviously the fact that he is still alive is a plus point, but he just seemed so lost in this shell of acceptability. Part of me looked at him and thought he must have been happier when he was fat, which obviously is not true. 

    There was something really saddening about watching a guy try to help another guy, by turning him into the image of himself. I mean, you can imagine what an American personal trainer dude is gonna look like, right? The absolute polar opposite of this guy who has mainly just sat on his sofa, eating, for the past 15 years. But after extensive weight loss, tummy tucks, face lifts, dental restructures and spray tans, they looked like the same kind of person... Malibu Frankenstein and his monster.

    I've no doubt that it was all well-meaning. Poor frat boy probably thought he was doing good by helping out the local fat kid. You know, this guy seriously needed to lose weight by whatever means necessary, and there is no denying that frat boy saved fat boy's life. But at the same time - fat boy has been shut away so long, he doesn't know who he is. The last thing he needs is to become some popular kid's project, which is the way it came across. Real life isn't She's All That.

    Sometimes life's woes can't be solved with a make-over. Imagine having the mentality of a 15 year old kid when it comes to social situations and paranoia to rival a Vietnam vet. This is the kid who was laughed at every day of his life, and now he's 30 and a virgin, and some new teeth and a spray tan are supposed to change that? A few dating lessons are supposed to find this extremely shy and untrusting man a girlfriend? 

    I don't buy it.

    I'm not saying it will never happen, given time, support, and the right people I'm sure it will... instead, his heart-of-gold friend is taking him to clubs and bars full of bimbos with his 'new body' to try and ease him into dating, but he's doing it all wrong. These are the very same stupid girls that laughed at him... and they will do exactly that when they see how cut up and scarred he is from all the surgery, both inside and out. The kind of girl he needs, he won't find speed dating or shit-faced on Sambucas... but those are the only kind of girls his friends attract.

    American life is all about appearances, I guess, and as long as you 'look' okay, you must be okay. If you look like a stud you must be one. But that guy will always be the fat kid inside, no matter what. Anyone who has lived alone for that long and had planned their suicide in such detail (a paddling pool in the middle of the desert full of gasoline, so that 'nothing would be left and no-one could laugh at me in death like they had in life') needs more than the gym and popular friends, they need psychological help.

    It made me really sad, which is silly as it's just TV. It's sad that others misfortune is our entertainment these days, and it's even sadder when those unfortunate people don't seem to be being looked after properly. 

    I hope that poor dude is okay.

    Sim xxxx
  • Frags, Pies, and Censorship.

    Anyone who's noticed the comings and goings of my blogs recently will probably be aware that something is up. As someone who has built themselves up from nowhere just through my strange blogs, I have to say it's been hard not writing them as often. Part of the reason is I've been really busy working on different projects like G4 and Radio 1 and I'm also balls-deep writing a comic book at the moment (the initial sketches of which are being launched at Des Taylor's exhibition at the Maverick Galleries next month). My life is so hectic right now it's not even funny. I haven't even had time to go out and party!

    Added to this, I kind of retired from modeling a few months back so it's been a bit of a strange transitionary period where I've had to move from relying on my breasts for a living to using my brain, and I'd be lying if I said the thought of this didn't fill me with abject terror. I'm slowly getting used to it, but it's a massive culture shock. If anything, it's nice to hang out and meet people more on the same wavelength as me and I think with games I've definitely found my calling. It was so obvious, I don't know why I didn't start doing it earlier... but I guess there's a right time for everything, in the same way that it was the right time to leave modeling. It just felt right. That doesn't mean that I won't do the odd shoot every now and again (I just did an awesome one for Vice magazine), but my glamour days are well and truly behind me.

    Not that I regret any of it. I wouldn't be where I am now had I not gotten into modeling, and I've had some awesome experiences and traveled to some mental places. Obviously I've never been the biggest fan of the industry as a whole, but that's not to say it doesn't have some good qualities sometimes. For me, I liked the whole process of creation, of all the work and ideas that went in to creating beautiful images. That was what kept me going. Plus modeling is pretty fun, you get to fart around wearing cool clothes and having your make-up done. On the flip side it can make you hate yourself a bit, which is why I wouldn't recommend it for everyone.

    I guess I do feel a bit censored at the moment. Trying to strike a balance of speaking out and keeping everyone happy is a difficult one as I'm not necessarily the most tactful person in the world at the best of times. Blunt would be a better word. I call as I see and write what I think, which is what has gotten me in trouble recently. Hence the disappearing blogs. But you know, as amusing as it is for everyone, I can't keep airing my ills this way as that would turn me into Tila Tequila, and everyone knows she is a douche. So sorry guys, no late night batshit video blogs from me anytime soon. Don't do meth kids.

    The past couple of months have been difficult, full of break-ups and unnecessary friendships and a lot of stress, and it's just been one of those times when I've really had to evaluate everything and decide what I think is important. I've literally had to sit and decide who my friends are and what I want to do with my life, which is hard for anyone to do. Most of us will only ever have a handful of true friends, and I'm just happy that I know who mine are now. I still don't know what I want to do with my life though!! Hahaha.

    To be fair, this year has been an amazing year - I've achieved things I'd have never even dreamed of a few years ago, hell, even a few months ago. If someone had told the 11-year-old bug-eyed mega-drive-permanently-attached-to-my-arm little me that when I was older I would review games for a living I would have told them to shut up and stop talking mess. It's one of those dream things you think that 'real world' people don't actually do.

    It's all happened so quickly. Gaming has just been one of those things where everything just seemed to click and things started happening straight away, there's so much cool shit happening and coming soon and I'm in a position now where I honestly don't know what's going to happen next - I don't know whether to smile or shit my pants. I only started doing reviews a little over six months ago, so there's still a lot about the games industry that I don't know, but I'm learning fast. 

    Going from being a casual but enthusiastic gamer to someone who has to play everything and review everything is pretty hard, but it's kind of an enjoyable hard. I'm pretty ambitious, so while I may just write for casual gamers at the moment, I hope to be more specialist in the future. Especially when it comes to RPGs and MMOs. Especially when it comes to zombie MMO's, did you guys hear about that? 

    Sounds. Fucking. Epic.

    Anyway, I'm going to get a bit soppy here, and say thank you everyone who has ever read my blogs. I forget sometimes how many of you there are as to me it's just numbers on a page - it's hard to think of it in terms of actual people. It's still kind of weird that so many people are interested in what I have to say. Over 350,000 people have read these blogs now. That's insane, so thank you.

    I think in the next couple of months my blogs will be moving to my website; sim-wise.com (which will be up soon) but there will be an archive of some of the best ones from here on there. I'm looking forward to it as it will give me a lot more freedom and will be very much more games-orientated. I'll be able to post whatever funny pics and videos I find, and hopefully it will be a bit more interactive.

    It's been a bit of a journey on here for anyone who's stuck with me since the days when I was just a little dork living in South Woodford, posting pictures of myself flashing trains and going on about how much I hated Russell Brand and WAGs. I hope I keep continuing to surprise and amuse you all. Haha.

    Sim xxxx
  • And the winner is...

    What with all the radio madness, I forgot to announce who the winner of the fan fart competition was!! D'oh!

    Soo.... drum roll purlease!

    It's Jose Ramirez with this rad little number:

     

    He shall be the proud recipient of his choice of Toblerone/Ferrero Rocher verryyy sooon!

    Honorable mentions go to...

    Ian Stewart:



    and Jake Parker for making these awesome flash thingies:



    Thank you EVERYONE who entered, I got some awesome stuff, all of which will be featured on my NEW website coming soon to...


    It's gonna be rad as hell.

    Sim xxxx

    p.s. My hair is too long.

    p.p.s. If you wanna design a header banner for my new site, send me a holler!



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