Fallout 3: complete. 75 hours, goddamn. I don't think I've devoted that amount of time to a game since Final Fantasy 9, almost a decade ago ( Read more... )

Do not eat pizza less than an hour before bed.
Do not play Left 4 Dead less than two hours before bed.
Do not play FEAR 2 less than an hour before bed.

You will not sleep easily.

The reader comments section of the Metro always interests me. One particular comment was on the subject of whether a glass of wine staves of cancer or not ( Read more... )

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Hey, world. Remember when I said "fuck you"?

Yeah, go fuck yourself again. And do it properly this time.

Fuck you, world. Fuck you.

Did I ever mention how much I love the snow? It's probably the only thing I'll tolerate most clichés about. I can imagine my face lit up like a kids when I stepped out this morning and saw it covering the paths, I couldn't resist texting Laila "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Snooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!". The huge graveyard near here is ( Read more... )

Thar be a kitty at my keyboard. Kitty + irish cream, coffee and milk = ???

In all of mankind's technological advances, new, black, formal shoes still cut shreds out of your feet. I'm disappointed. And thus my dislike of men's formal and smart attire continues.

I was telling two work colleagues about Bex's upcoming hen party and wedding. One of them remembered I had a girlfriend and joked that we'll be going up the aisle next. I reply that's not likely if I have any say in it, they remind me the catching of the bouquet and it's curse. Indeed, that gave me something to ponder about. Over the next half hour ( Read more... )