The porn in Dragon Age... my character is a dwarf... well a female dwarf, but still... Can't unsee...

And I haven't even started the actual relationship with Alistair either... which means I have to see this again. Disturbing...

Side note, talking to Zevran is generally hilarious.

So I was playing Dragon Age, and in a scene with Alistair, he makes some comment about just being some shlub Grey Warden who was too lucky to die at Ostagar (paraphrasing obviously) and I picked the dialogue option "Then what does that make me?" The response was "The reason I said I'm lucky." ... I just melted. My pride burned, but I got the full ( Read more... )

'Shutter' and 'shudder' are two different words.
Shutter
noun
1. a solid or louvered movable cover for a window.
2. a movable cover, slide, etc., for an opening.
3. a person or thing that shuts.
4. Photography . a mechanical device for opening and closing the aperture of a camera lens to expose film or the like.

verb (used with object)5. to close ( Read more... )

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So last night, well tonight, we tried staying up to get back on our normal sleep schedule... I think I got about 4 hours of sleep all told, even though I spent 8 hours up there, and at least one of those hours of 'sleep' was just a half doze. In addition to the lack of sleep, I managed to crack my head into the corner of the windowsill, AND scratch ( Read more... )

Since I heard about Uncle Cecil, I haven't cried about it... I almost did once, but the day I burst into tears while we have a friend over is the day hamsters grow wings out of their asses and fly away. No, I've been calm, collected and almost cold about it, like it doesn't even really effect me beyond a passing sadness. That's not the case at all ( Read more... )

My Uncle Cecil died around 6 am this morning. I don't know when the funeral is, but I don't think I'll get to go since I have NO money, and no way to get down there, as Mr. Jim has to go down and see his parents, and we can't leave Rob stranded here by himself. Besides that, I don't think the van would make the trip. So... yeah.

So I come from a home where supper was usually served between 7 and 9. At Layne's house it was usually between 6 and 7 so it wasn't much of a jump. When I moved here, 'dinner' was served at 5, or slightly thereafter, because that's when Mr. Jim got off of work, and he needed to keep his blood sugar level. It was an adjustment, but I dealt ( Read more... )

"We've changed all aspects of our diet and eating schedule... but now that she's feeling better, we'll start giving her the HORRIBLY ACIDIC soda, that was MAKING EVERYTHING WORSE, again! THIS PLAN CANNOT GO WRONG!!!!"

How, HOW can a house full of GENIUS level IQs be so goddamn DUMB?!

I hope you read that in Professor Farnsworth's voice.

Anyway, I talked to my cousin, and at the last cat scan, the tumor in Uncle Cecil's pancreas has shrunk, and he's responding well to the chemo. Thank goodness.