As someone who never got into Mass Effect the first time, every time I hear the name “Garrus”, I still think of good ol’ Garrus Darelliun, the honorable city guard in Cheydinhal who wants you to take down his boss in Oblivion.

Not surprising.

He put the ram in the ram-a-llama-ding-dong.

Any cash business attracts money laundering and fraud like shit attracts flies.

I’m 43, and my first exposure to the term was Mel Brooks playing one in Robin Hood: Men in Tights.

My ex-girlfriend, who should never have been given a driver’s license, did this with me in the passenger seat on three separate occasions during our three-year relationship.

“So that means that Customs can’t access your phone info if you shut it off at the border checkpoint? Because that would be a pretty good workaround.”

The moral of the story is the same moral as the first episode of the Battlestar Galactica reboot.

Speaking of digital storefronts, I had a thought in the shower this morning...

“I can understand if someone who has a problem does not want to be exposed to that environment”

I can’t imagine nursing a Coke like it’s got Scotch in it when it doesn’t and nothing at the bar has booze in it. To me that would be awkward AF, like having a huge “we are all poseurs here” moment.

“Leaders in the sober curious movement.”

It’s gotta cost an arm, a leg, and one of the bush pilot’s nuts to get the chicken sent all the way up there. I wonder what prices are compared to places like Toronto or Montreal or Vancouver.

The difference between Resident Evil and lore-heavy Western franchises like, say, The Elder Scrolls or Fallout for example, is two-fold.

Resident Evil is an interesting example of a franchise that defined a now-dead genre reinventing itself.

Weird. I distinctly recall the corners of the Internet in which I ran having quite a different opinion of all things Molyneux—dunking on Fable was practically a sport on The Escapist (and not just because Zero Punctuation dunked on Fable the way Yahtzee dunks on everyone.)

Well that, and you probably don’t want to give rugged, accurate bolt-action rifles to people who have to be kept in line by force in order to enjoy your glorious socialist paradise...

Dog got sent to a back-alley Korean restaurant. It’s Seoul food now.

People with peanut allergies? I mean, that’s the only scenario I can think of.......

“She found them one day in a drawer and threw them in a raised bed. Six years later you can’t kill the things.”