Still quite busy, and still quite mad from being so very busy.
It’s enough to make one grow enormous man-teats and rush anything that moves.
Your average, ho-hum bloody walls.
 Dead Space, right?  I’m only about 2 hours into the game, and what a slick game it is, from the beautifully interactive lighting to the wonderfully integrated holographic interfaces, and the real-time baking…
…but here’s what’s bothering me about this here DEAD SPACE in, having read over this, a rambling and nearly incoherent spill of words…
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The Silence of the Me’s.
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As you may have noticed, you’ve not been noticing me very much – not here anyhow. Â I did write an enormous pseudo-review of Dead-Space during a bit of sleep deprived, middle-of-the-night dementia a while back, but never posted it for fear that it was actually an incantation summon the old ones that I hit upon out of sheer, dumb luck. Â I mean, the thing really did just ramble on and on. Â All that when I should have been working. Â
And I’ll ask you to be a bit patient, dry those eyes of yours, and please, change your pants, because I’ll be back just as soon as I take care of a lil thing that’s gotten to be a huge pain in the ass for something that none of you may ever see, unless you play your cards just right and have what it takes to be invited into my sexy rape-van of dreams, ya dig?
Either way, I’d love to sit around and stare blankly at you, recalling the days when I had all the time in the world to tell you how horrible you probably are, but I really must get back to my work. Â
Now get outta the van!
-Vee
Channel 101 are whores.
Whores for Windex, that is!
Channel 101 reminds us why actual television will always be mediocre to worthless.
They also did some American Express commercials as well. Â nowhere near as incredible as the Windex ones, but still worth checking out.
Looka what the Goons goon’d up.
A while back I had the vague suspicion that I was the owner of a Something Awful forums account, and I was right, repeating this strange cycle of forgetting about that account until someone brings it up once every hundred years or so. Â Normally I avoid forums like they’re a flesh-eating plague, or that ridiculous body-liquifying thing on Fringe that pretty much looked like the gummi-bodies in the first X-Files movie only without sweet, sweet aliens in their guts. Â Man, I hate things…