Here, enjoy.

"We killed our gods."

Try reading it aloud to yourself in Bruce Boxleitner's voice.

"It was the Third Age . . . the Age of Exposition Via Cheap Storyboards With a Little Bit of Flash Animation to Spice Them Up."

Har har.

Speak for yourself: *I* am considerably *worse* than a programmed bot at FPS's.

Hmm. Okay, not bad.

*I need to find a bar like the Wii though.*

Are you kidding? That hip new band Rhythm Heaven plays there.

Oh and the EVE Online club is like this place.

Any same-sex partnerships in there?

Verily.

Country Club sounds about right—someplace where you *really* need to dress to impress.

*The Wiihouse is the kind of place that has the same old man passed in the same stool every night.*

The current gen of consoles (and maybe even the next gen) are like the total picture of the bar scene at an average American college town.

Soledad, my brother.

Just tried...and failed...to play a video-game RPG for the first time in 15 months (FF XII, if you're curious). Specifically, the 15 months since my kid was born.

Update: Nope, not working out. Quitting again. Got to Raithwall's Tomb, died instantly at the hands of the Garuda.

No, sorry: I am not inclined to take advice from *Russians* about other cultures overly-romanticizing death.

I'd prefer Final Fantasy XII-2: Bikini-Clad Viera Girls Beach Volleyball Championship.