I’m putting up the first episode of The Public Access Show because episode 2 just dropped, but as it features a recurring character, you don’t want to miss a thing.
Delicious chaos
Quasi-cross-posted from an email list I just replied to:
I wonder if anyone’s ever thought of doing some sort of Ultimate Videogame Battle Royale where you could import your character from, say, Mass Effect 2 and have her fight someone else’s Skyrim character, while someone else plays as Chell from Portal and there’s a Master Chief running around, etc, like a souped-up Super Smash Bros. Obviously it’d be a licensing nightmare, but just enter this dream with me for a second and breathe the air in there.
Old news to everyone else, probably
Home sick from work, I had the brilliant idea to start a new playthrough of Mass Effect 2 starting from scratch (Alseyn Shepard* is a complete asshole to everybody who’s not on her team — it’s kind of exhilarating to watch). What I found interesting is that if you start from scratch with ME2, your character apparently chose Kaidan to live through the events of ME1 instead of Ashley Williams, Space Racist. I guess being a space racist (spracist) doesn’t pay off after all? I haven’t gotten to the point where we travel to the Krogan homeworld, though, so I don’t know whether Wrex also lived.
VIDEOGAMES, EVERYBODY
* At some point pretty soon I’m going to run out of Culture names to give my lady BioWare characters.
You have to check out Amazon’s Customer Images for the Accoutrements Horse Head Mask.
Priceless.
She’s right, everybody.
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A look at Lana Del Rey and her new album ‘Born to Die’ - Grantland (via secondverse)
Now that this piece exists, can we agree as a society not to discuss Lana Del Rey for at least the next 988 years?
(via secondverse)
#see #what #I #did #there
If you’ve ever wondered about the origin of this thing, you might finally get the answers you’ve been looking for.
In celebration of my newfound fame, I immediately caught a cold. Or I guess the cold caught up with me from yesterday. The bottom line is that I’m still in my PJs and haven’t showered. I am living the dream.
Anytime I even remotely suspect I’m about to get sick, I make soup. It’s why I have the broth (which I make myself in a crockpot) ready to go in the freezer. Tonight’s batch is part of my effort to reduce my carb intake, so there’s no pasta or (sob) potatoes. Instead, there is spinach and broccoli, both of which I keep in separate containers and add right before eating. This was pretty good, though honestly, most of the credit goes to a friend of mine who’s essentially my food encyclopedia, which amounts to putting up with my extremely stupid questions.
Now I have a headache ho ho ho
I am no longer a man, but a collection of symptoms. I just brought some science to the party in the form of ibuprofen, so let’s see who dances the hardest.
There’s always a bigger fish
Nermal kept having the same recurring dream. There has to be some deeper meaning.
Best Use of Air Swimmer autoreblog.

