Saturday, August 22, 2009

Hour 8

Hour 8?  Sweet lord, video gaming kills time dead.

So this game.  Not too shabby.  It's no Final Fantasy 9, but nor is it Final Fantasy 12 so, on a scale of one to ten, I give it a thumb and a half stars.  Really it feels like watching a movie with bad acting with some moments of fiddling with menus.  Like a bad DVD, as Alex put it.  But heck.  Here we are.

My eyes have been flitting nervously from time to time to Alex's blog whilst he types, and I think that he may be telling tales of foot odour.  Please know, dear readers, this is, if not an outright lie, at least a regrettable hyperbole.  Those who know me know that my hygiene is generally acceptable.

And, if we're 'getting things out there', I think it's time to allude to what Alex's butt has been doing.  I don't want to sully the internet with the details, but it's been terrible (sinful, really) and impossibly frequent.  Cut it out, Alex's butt.  I don't need your help to hate my life right now.

Saltily,
-s


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