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Game Review: Doodle Hangman

    Hey, everyone. I have to tell you about a really cool little game for I-Pad, I-Phone, I-Etc. The name is Doodle Hangman by Ensenasoft. Much like the traditional thing from your school days but you have this cute little animated guy who gets really stressed when you keep making mistakes. As his body parts appear he at first is nonchalant, like he has complete confidence in your ability. (foolish) Then he starts to sweat. Tears flow and eventually he calls you a loser before the trap door opens. There's a free version which is great. I just bought the paid version for 99 cents. I'd have felt bad if I hadn't. People who put out a cool product should be rewarded.
    May I make a suggestion for those of you who are hoping for an I-Pad for Christmas? It's better to go ahead and spring for the 32 gig. The 16 gig is enough for a lot of people and that's what I have. Lately, though, I've been trying so many games that I'm nearing the limits for storage. I've started dumping a game I don't like every time I download a new game. To be fair, I have eight pages of icons. Since there's one icon for every app, you can see that I have been taking full advantage of the free games and apps on the app store.(There are 20 icons per page, so I have around 160 games/apps on my device)
    One day before long I'm going to post a plan for how to stock your new I-Pad for very little money. Hey, the darn thing is expensive enough without spending a fortune on apps. Let me say that I still love my I-Pad, however.
    From the Author's Green Retreat. CE Wills
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