Skip to main content

Odd Freebie: Pollushot

    Hey, everyone. While drinking my morning coffee, I normally browse the world on my I-Pad. Typically, I'll check for new games on App Shopper (under the 'popular' heading). Then I'll go to Flipboard and check the news feeds. I have several pages of feeds, from the Washington Post, Drippler, Bleacher Report, and even CE Wills. Then I'll see if I have any new updates to games and check my e-mails.
    This morning I read a couple of articles on Moviefone,  one of them about the upcoming Batman film. Sometimes I'll check a news feeder called Zite. It is not as polished as Flipboard or Pulse but they have articles the others don't seem to have. Particularly about the publishing industry and Kindle books.
    I usually don't play games until the evening but today I wanted to try a new game I have, which is called Pollushot. My guess is that you figured I would talk about this game, due to the title of the post. Ha, ha.
    In this game you play the role of a hippie who is tired of seeing environmental pirates polluting the earth. So, you catch purple balls of falling crud and fire them at the Pirate aircraft which is dumping toxic waste. This is a very cool premise and if I may talk about that premise for a moment, I'd be pleased.
     During the 1960's, when I was a teenager, there was a major push against pollution. Up until then, the feeling was that the earth was so big that mankind couldn't hurt it. The popular saying was The secret to pollution is dilution. Well, today we know that theory is total B.S. and that we can indeed kill our planet. One look at the floating island of plastic bags and water bottles in our oceans is enough to dispel doubts about that.
     Today brings memories to me of those environmentally conscious days. I think the global warming issue has awakened folks to nature's problems and the games being played are evidence of this. Perhaps Pollushot can trigger young minds to be aware of the earth's pain.
    On a brighter note, this game is fun, even though it is not really my type of game. Physics puzzlers like Angry Birds are scarce as hen's teeth on my Padster. The slingshot mechanics of Pollushot brings Angry Birds to mind. Check it out for free in the app store.
     One last thought, about a movie I watched last night. 29 Palms is an older movie with lots of good actors. It is truly strange, evoking memories of such indie films as Clay Pigeons and Red Rock West. Dozens of plot twists almost leave you mentally battered, but entertained. Here's a brief look at the plot.
    A young man is a clerk for a judge. The judge is corrupt and has been bought by casino interests. He has stabbed an Indian Casino owner in the back, so he tells the Chief that the clerk is at fault and that the dude is an undercover FBI agent. So the Chief puts out a contract on the young guy and his girlfriend is killed. The kid is on the run, but really, the plot is now dominated by a bagful of money which the chief has given to the hit man. The bag of money gets stolen about as often as the U.S taxpayers' dollars. Despite the grim subject matter of this show, it is funny, weird and a bit kinky. Try it, if you are old enough.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
    

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The White Chicken Mystery

    The other night I happened to come home very late. It was the middle of the night and I was driving up a steep mountain road. Near the top I saw something white in my headlights. It was standing in the other lane, standing very still. It was a large white chicken. It was probably a rooster because I thought I could see his comb as I whizzed by at my customary pace. He never moved a muscle. This is weird, don't you think?      After a couple of days to consider this phenomenon, I have come up with some plausible answers for his bizarre behavior. 1. He was conflicted whether or not he should cross the road. 2. He was feeling cocky and decided to play chicken with the traffic. 3.He was being hen-pecked at home and had decided to end it all. 4. Someone had egged him on to do it. 5. He had just watched the movie Fantastic Four and decided to try to stop a truck the way that Ben Grimm did on the bridge. 6. He had driven himself crazy wondering if ...

Egg Art

     Hey, everyone. One of the odd customs in America is the Easter Egg Hunt. Here at the Green Retreat, we do a hunt every Spring. I just ran across some of the pictures from this years hunt and it is obvious that an artist had sneaked into our midst. The orange egg is a rendering of one of the Angry Birds of gaming lore. If I were a bird and had to pass an egg that size, I would be angry too. Ha, ha.      We typically will dye about 10 dozen eggs and people get quite creative with their quotes and colors, as you can see. Many of the eggs are a bit risque for these pages. After having a few laughs, we hide the eggs. All of them are never found, which is cool. It is amusing to see old men (me) and all ages of folks, walking around with a basket on their arm. Some of the hiding spots are dastardly. Like eggs hidden in the guttering downspouts and ten foot up a tree. The kids are perhaps the most devious at hiding the colorful orbs, goi...

The Biscuit

    Hey, everyone. What a relief that Christmas is over, huh? I don't think it was meant to be the way it is.     I started thinking about the so-called good 'ole days today. My wife says that at her house, they would take a left-over biscuit and shine their shoes before church. I one-upped her by saying, "Oh, yeah? I ate the biscuit when everyone got finished with it. And I was grateful for it." Truly, though, you can and people did, shine their shoes with a biscuit. Hey, they were greasy little buggers.     Speaking of greasy little buggers, I remember when everyone had wells and were very conservative about water, particularly those of us who had to crank a handle up and down to get a bucket of water. There was no daily bath. (No showers in those days, mate.) About twice a week we took a bath and here's the recipe: The oldest kid took a bath first, then the next oldest etc. You can see why younger siblings hated the older. Bathing in the...