@Snow leopard: There's going to be a Ratatouille sequel? Really?

@tetracycloide: True, except young people do it prettier.

So by decade's end, the population will look like the head of a penis?

@Snow leopard: I would love for my future daughter to marry a nice Skrull girl. When humans are their slaves, that will give our family status. And my future son with an android? As long as he's not diddling himself all day.

@tetracycloide: I agree. In my experience, old people have out of touch views on the world, and their answers to questions are going to be based upon irrelevant experiences and heavily biased views. Of course, this isn't always the case, but I would consider it the majority of cases.

Did they try clowns? How about commitment? Maybe they could tell her the terror threat level has been raised?

Just so long as they understand the risk of being named George.

@seasaltchips: I believe the word "irony" should fit somewhere into the explanation of my post, but I don't really feel like explaining jokes today.

Looks like a lot of quick editing meant to give the impression of excitement when nothing all that exciting is going on.

Looks Journtastic.

I haven't watched the clip, but I think that ending doesn't live up to the first Starcraft and it won't be worth the money. /mocking tones

It takes a strong man to admit when he's wrong. It takes an even stronger man to pick up that man.

@SpinachPuffs: "Oh god no, it's upsidedown."

@Gizen: "I think a lot of games could probably benefit from less non-stop action and more pausing to let people catch their breath"

The problem with a level like this is how would you keep the player interested in what's going on? What decisions are there to make when there aren't any bullets flying? What does the player do to keep themselves busy? What interaction is there?

There's only one word for this: WOW!

Sonic

So how much bacteria do we need to store the entirety of The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson in HD? Let's talk in units people can understand!

Ahhh GT2. That was my graduating year. It was all I played.

How to win: Shove the arm on the ground, slap it around, and call it's mother nasty names.