Ah, lovely March weather. The sun is shining, birds are singing.
Oh yes, and I HEMORRHAGED today in class. A classmate was struggling to tell the story of the Townhall.com debacle in which a Republican journalist reviewed Mass Effect, evidently using the Ted Stevens Guide to the Internets.*
After he kept repeatedly calling it "some alien game" like some sort of n00b I replied to him in the way of "haha, yes it was called Mass Effect" followed immediately by a glorious fountain of blood streaming down my face from my nose. I must've looked like some deranged clown because it took at least twenty seconds to realise what the hell was happening, and during all that time I was still grinning like an idiot, blood pouring down my smiling cheeks. And on to my STAR WARS t-shirt that I was wearing just in case I felt like I was due a good beating outside after my class decided I was some sort of troglodytic freakshow who's been waiting for the mention of Mass Effect with baited breath. The sheer excitement of the conversation undoubtedly causing my nasal cavity to rupture in such explosive glee that my body could only relieve itself in the way of SPURTING BLOOD FUCKING EVERYWHERE.
But no, it wasn't that bad. In other news, I finally have a plotline! It only took three-to-four weeks! <3
Taken during my short trip to the 1970s last fall.
*A few gems:
It's called "Mass Effect" and it allows its players - universally male no doubt - to engage in the most realistic sex acts ever conceived. One can custom design the shape, form, bodies, race, hair style, breast size of the images they wish to "engage" and then watch in crystal clear, LCD, 54 inch screen, HD clarity as the video game "persons" hump in every form, format, multiple, gender-oriented possibility they can think of.
And because of the digital chip age in which we live - "Mass Effect" can be customized to sodomize whatever, whoever, however, the game player wishes. With it's "over the net" capabilities virtual orgasmic rape is just the push of a button away.
This entirely reminds me of a time when you failed to open some soda correctly, and ended up covered in stickiness.