Definitely, I'd argue. It's a friend's copy, so it just cost me about $9 of beer to hang out and play with him, but since it's a deckbuilding game, your $50 will get you endless permutations of the game (and you'll not need to buy anything else).

Ugh, Rom the Vacuous Spider, yep. I had the Tonitrus leveled wayyyy up by the time I crossed paths with him, so it wasn't too bad, but if you don't use lightning against him, it's pretty tough.

At least twice a day, yeah.

That was my issue with this week's Westworld premiere—just horrible cursing. The British dude seemed to hesitate before spitting out each "fucking," which was deeply distracting. Contrast that to my favorite British dude hesitating before swearing: "Leslie Tiller was—fucking murdered!"

Happy almost birthday! Those are great plans, and I hope you enjoy them!

Yep, a comfortable distance from it would be encouraging at this stage, because this is scary. Watching friends argue past each other because they read different sites isn't anything new, but the conviction that people have, because we've learned all the tricks to make it appear reputable, is hard to see.

Oh, man, I'm sorry to hear that—come down to a gorgeous island for a vacation, have to flee due to weather. Hope she gets in safely and isn't too stressed out by the traffic (it's not bad just yet, so she should be fine)!

Oof, yeah—at least with hurricanes you have fair warning. Tornadoes are some scary shit.

Oh man, I love that beer.

Video: picked Bloodborne back up, due to incipient spoopiness. Still trying to beat Gehrman, but I'm alternating fighting him with Ludwig and running back through some of my favorite levels before I wrap it up and head into NG+

I used to think that it would be really fun to live in a post-fact world, because if reality is up for grabs, then everyone can leverage that into having power for themselves. Turns out, nope, it's a terrifying dystopia where everyone can reinforce their own prejudices based off of information that has been distorted…

Nah, it should be fine—they know their stuff around there. Fingers crossed, though, as it's apt to be messy for a week.

Fuck a hurricane! I'm far inland enough that it's just a stressful disruption, but I feel for the people who are in actual danger.

If I weren't a lazy, lazy man, I'd 'shop Trump's coiffure on the butt/scrotum judge character, but eh, I haven't had my coffee yet and Photoshop takes 3 minutes to boot up.

"Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits!"

And now I have "Turn Down for What" stuck in my head.

Something similar to this: http://achewood.com/index.p…

And cappadocius' comment involved a kind of puzzle! Your time to shine!

I actually just hissed "jesus christ" out loud in this coffee shop. Power to that dude for his commitment, though.

In theory? Absolutely. Thing is, this was 2014 in rural South Carolina, so it actually took place in 2002, adjusted for sociocultural temporal delay.