So Mass Effect 3 is coming out on the 6th, and it turns out it’s not the only thing coming out that day. The “From Ashes” DLC that introduces a new character into the Mass Effect franchise will also be hitting on launch day for the price of $10. If you’re tuned into any Mass Effect wavelength on the planet, then you’re no doubt aware that some fans of the franchise, many of whom have already pre-ordered the game, find this as not only an affront to them as a customer but also as a human being. Slinging hyperbolic phrases like “[This] is not worth what little dignity I have left!” and “FUCK YOU BIOWARE. I’m really hoping that’s the EA side of you guys talking because this first-day DLC bullshit is a load of crap. That’s like saying I can watch Star Wars, but I’ll have to pay an extra 5 bucks to hear Darth Vader speak. Maybe when you start learning how to respect and value your customers, you’ll see your precious sales numbers rise. Until then, go fuck yourself with a dildo rolled in glitter.” (sic) abound on any news post about the DLC that has comments enabled.
With all the ftp issues sorted out, taking on a few less hours during the week, and starting some new ADHD meds, I’ve found the time, ability, and desire to work on the blog again. Much of this blog so far has been ranting and religion, with a splash of video game love thrown in there. I plan to do more of the first and third, and cut back on the religion. But not this post. Why you ask? Because, frankly, religion is empty. It’s a hallow, vacuous shell of seeming virtue that, at the first logical inquiry posing the ever-damning ‘why,’ falls apart at the fault of it’s own legs.
Alright, now that I’ve got your attention: there’s one thing you need to understand about this post. That thing is that the sole purpose of me writing this is to express an entirely biased review of how awesomely awesome Dragon Age: Origins is. I started playing the game because a good friend told me “if you like NoX, then you’ll like this game.” Since I love Westwood Studios’ games, I had to check out something that had their comparison. Now I must stress it’s as much like NoX as water is like piss. There’s a couple similarities, but ultimately they are different things entirely.
It must be said that Dragon Age will steal at least one overtime-working week from your life (read: 60 hours) on the first play. But it’s a 60 hours that you’ll gladly sacrifice to be a Grey Warden.
I wanted this up last night, but didn’t get to it in the midst of our Vampire Marathon (last year it was Zombies). I’d like to spread the seasonal cheer by showing off our jack-o-lanterns for this year.
I present to you my wife’s: Eric Cartman from South Park (Pic) and mine; Pyramid Head/The Red Pyramid from Silent Hill, as drawn by ~nefar007 of deviantart.com (Pic).
To see a bunch of close-ups and glamour shots; read on.
Anyone who’s dealt with a home entertainment system, network, or even a box full of Christmas lights knows the sheer horror that can be caused from a mess of tangled cords. This week’s Weekly Top 10 brings us to the worst cabling nightmares since Rosie O’Donnell switched to Tampax.
Dedicated to the hair-pulling trauma of IT Professionals everywhere, here’s the list.
Hey interwebs! I thought today I’d start a new ritual segment. Posting tends to be once a fortnight, on average. I’d like to change this so there’s more frequent updates here, which over time means massive contents I’d like to do a top 10 on a weekly basis, and the depth and breadth of it will vary from a quick run-down to a massive content-fest.
Today I bring you the Top 10 for the best moves in gaming. This was inspired by an article over at www.bit-tech.net (a favorite site of mine). I decided to number the list and present it here, on my blog, and let you enjoy it
I hate mornings. I really really hate mornings. It never fails that no matter how much sleep I get the night before or how much I make it a part of my routine, Waking up at 7:30 always leaves me haggard and drained the rest of the day, whereas sleeping in til 11:00 or noon I feel great after about 20-30 minutes of hating the world. However, if I wake up before that I spend not just a half an hour hating my life and everyone else’s, but more like the first 4-5 hours of my day.
Often times I get more joy from simple, subtle acts of assholeishness that they often boil down to the very things that make or break my day. So in an effort to spread the essence of asshole around a little, I thought I’d publish some of the things that I do.
I was recently munching on a delicious mint milano, wondering why they tasted so good. So I decided to take a look at the package, and what I saw made me sick. I had to go purge the evil cookies from my stomach, and have since decided that Pepperidge Farm are soul-harvesting demonspawn.
Delicious as they seem to the untrained eye, this is what I discovered:
