I’m the soul possessor of the key to the mailbox at our house. This means I get to peruse J’s gaming magazine’s before he gets home. I love, love, love reading the bad game reviews.
I finding such inspiration in the trashing talking; for example, today I read about how the dialogue and scenarios in a game were so disturbingly impossible that it was like “handing someone a bucket of fish and telling them to invent a new number.”
It doesn’t get much better with a line than that for me.