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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.
    
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