[  Mood: In Love ]
[ Currently: Making a supersonic woman of you ]
Woohoo, a review I wrote about a videogame that got published a month ago is up on the main page! Click it here for moral victory. You know what this means, people? Some day, I could be making Joe Crowe money. Make sure to give feedback about how much I rock, unless you’re a filthy damn tentacle loving communist, much like KaosDevice.

And on the non-ephemeral internet based half of my life, I’m about to move to Orlando to start my long ago promised job working for The Mouse. This move represents a significant cut in pay and a significant increase in rent, so I don’t know why the Hell I thought this was a good move six months ago when I first got out here from California, but I’ve already started. So don’t stop me now, because I’m having a good time. I don’t measure things in celsius, that’s why they call me Mr. Farenheit!

Oh, hello, blog. Don’t sneak up on me like that when I’m rocking out to Queen. It’s not safe.

For you.

Right naw, I’m about halfway through the single player of the latest Splinter Cell game. I guess it counts as Sci-Fi since its set in the distant of 2007, but I dunno. All the technology in the game exists in some way, if not an analogue easily accessible with a 360 controller. Playing whacky 80s music in the custom soundtrack of an intense Tom Clancy spy thriller is better than chocolate cake, by the way. Jumping over a railing, sneaking up behind an Islamic terrorist, grabbing hiim, shanking him in spine with a combat knife and dumping his corpse over the side of a two hundred story building is a thousand times better when you’ve got "HERE WE ARE, BORN TO BE KINGS, WE’RE THE PRINCES OF THE U-NIIII-VEEERSE!" blaring in the background.

Oh, dear sweet baby Baphomet, I want the Highlander videogame to come out right the Hell now. Ooh, and I want it to come out on the Wii, so I can give the ol’ Adrian Paul glare to my TV set right before I chop a guys head off. I guess I could do that with a regular controller, but me want to choppy choppy.