Coming out on the stage in gamescofm discussing how Norman Reedus’s dick can be used as a weapon and a tool to connect the fractured world.
he kind of went from being mysterious and showing stuff that was ambiguous and impossible to interpret, to showing and saying too much about spoilery character settings all at once.
My recent panic episode (triggered by newest medication messing with my heart rate and Japanese drug stores disappearing while I wasn’t looking and not selling anything that would let me measure and record it) led me to purchasing a ‘fitness’-type watch that now records my heart rate and sleep patterns, etc., constantly. (Unfortunately it also now refuses to let me turn off GPS on my phone, which is bound to give me another episode some time soon, because I’m paranoid enough to want GPS to always be OFF on all my devices.) There were a couple of interesting measurements, like the fact that there is a visible difference between me being at home and me not being at home (in general 20-40 bps difference between me sitting at home doing nothing and me sitting at work doing nothing at any point of time), or rapid spikes while I’m getting ready to leave in the morning…
But the thing I found most interesting is that since the program marks heart rate above certain number as “fat burning”, according to it I’ve been “burning fat” every time I read today (I’m on a stressful action-sequence ending of a sci-fi drama), and wouldn’t that just be the dream?
(Though, it’s all total bs, because if I was burning anything every time they say I do (more than 5h in a day), I wouldn’t be gaining weight from just thinking about food as I tend do, would I?)
I think you need a certain amount of courage to drink something named “Yellow Snow”…
(I bought it because you also need a certain amount of courage to name your drink so. I couldn’t help it.
…it’s actually not bad.
…but made me feel like I was being pranked anyway.)
Fun, unexpected, and explicit in more ways than one.
The way this book started, I thought I’d give it 5 stars. The tone, the humor, the characters and interactions, everything seemed great. Even thought this book is plenty bloody and violent. Unfortunately, later on the ‘rapid POV switching’ style, while fresh and enjoyable in the beginning, seemed to turn the story a progression bit too abrupt. Puff! Enemies are about to attack this specific village. Puff! We’re in the middle of the battle. Puff! It’s all over. Puff! A year has passed. (And I do feel like making it a year was neither realistic nor reasonable). It also progressively turned a bit too porny, and when we reached “Chains & Flames” also too S&M-y for my tastes. It’s probably because, once again, I thought I was getting a ‘fantasy novel featuring some romance’, while it actually picking up ‘erotica in fantasy setting’. While it still could be the former if it tried just a little bit harder, it definitely is much more closer to the latter.
Sometimes I forget how English humor tends to be, but then I catch something like ‘Vexed’ on Netflix by accident and can’t believe I could’ve forgotten…
I felt like a pretty dirty-minded person… when I found myself secretly taking a picture of a hair product on a shelf in my hair salon. But I just couldn’t help it. First, I saw the title and thought… “well. okaaay…” … but then my eyes wondered over all the ‘xxtra hard’, ‘keep it up! all day!’ and ‘try it! you’ll like it!’, and I almost lost my eyebrows, because I didn’t even know what I was looking at anymore… I probably need to try harder to keep my mind out of the gutter…
If you skip the first one, which is simply all kinds of terrifuckingfying, there are some gems in there I think are precious.
“So, this is your first time meeting your ants.”
I learned that reading customer communications from gamers could be a rather fun job to have.
One of them included a phrase ‘my game is european virgin’ and other one had spelling mistakes in practically every single word longer then 4 syllables.
me: I need a big dog. So it will protect me and walk me. mother: don’t get a dog so it can perform the functions of a man me: no, I need a dog so I won’t need to ask a man to perform functions of a dog
I’m pretty sure that there are tiny naughty elves or pixies living in my computer, who change letters in things I write from ‘send men with carts’ to ‘send men with cats’ and such, after I’ve already checked it at least 5 times.
… and then I just can’t get over those ‘men with cats’ that were being sent somewhere
still drawing things like I did when I was 5. much artist, very wow I’ll make this my symbol now
This made me laugh more than it should
Every woman sometimes really needs someone to take the weight off her shoulders…