Speaks for itself.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Theeeyyy'reee FOOD!
Ahem.
Snow White.
Apple snacks.
People do not think. Because to think this was a good idea would have required cooler people with a much more morbid sense of humor, and those are not the people that designed these obliviously cheery snacks.
Snow White.
Apple snacks.
People do not think. Because to think this was a good idea would have required cooler people with a much more morbid sense of humor, and those are not the people that designed these obliviously cheery snacks.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Portal / Portal 2 - Videos
Portal 2 is absolutely my favorite video game of all time. I have loved my Zelda and Final Fantasy games. Mario will always be close to my heart. Grand Theft Auto made me more terrified of actual driving, but enamored with slaughter. But nothing can compare to the perfection that was Portal 2. Even Portal now seems like more of a preview than anything.
And, as with all worthy nerdy things, there's enough fan content to make the experience all the better. Here are some of my absolute favorite Portal videos; thanks to all the fans. I hope to be able to add my own videos of burlesque to this list once my Chell costume and portal gun are finished.
Portal 2 Fan-Made Music Video
Outside Aperture (based on the ending of the first Portal)
Portal - Live Performance
And, quite possibly my favorite scene of the game:
I think that this scene has the best snip-it of GLaDOS; the inflection in her voice when she says "Oh, it's _you_" is quintessential. There are some other heartbreaking and wonderfully sexy scenes with her, and I'd post everything she says and does if I could (but I obviously don't have quite enough motivation to look), but this, I think, is her in a nutshell. I get chills whenever I listen to her in this scene.
And, as with all worthy nerdy things, there's enough fan content to make the experience all the better. Here are some of my absolute favorite Portal videos; thanks to all the fans. I hope to be able to add my own videos of burlesque to this list once my Chell costume and portal gun are finished.
Portal 2 Fan-Made Music Video
Outside Aperture (based on the ending of the first Portal)
Portal - Live Performance
And, quite possibly my favorite scene of the game:
I think that this scene has the best snip-it of GLaDOS; the inflection in her voice when she says "Oh, it's _you_" is quintessential. There are some other heartbreaking and wonderfully sexy scenes with her, and I'd post everything she says and does if I could (but I obviously don't have quite enough motivation to look), but this, I think, is her in a nutshell. I get chills whenever I listen to her in this scene.
PSA: Swamp Ass - Gamers Take Note!
A recent PSA from one of my favorite captains:
I think he should do many, many more of these.
Insomnia - No One's Friend
I have been awake since 3:30 this morning!
On the plus side, the kitchen's been cleaned top to bottom, lunches made, dinner prepped, Michael's clothes ironed, and I'm freshly showered. Definitely gonna be a caffeine day, though. (And through the power of spell check, I only now realized that for my entire life, I have been spelling caffeine wrong; I can't believe Michael never pointed this out to me!)
Insomnia is a harsh bitch. I am not used to insomnia. Genevieve is often consumed by it. Michael will every now and then be compelled to stay up very late, restless and unable to sleep. I, however, can sleep anywhere, any time. But about once a year, I will get insomnia one night and be completely confused. Even unable to understand that that's what's going on. It usually goes like this:
Middle of the night: wake up groggy and, half-conscious, use the bathroom. Stumble back to bed. Unable to get into comfortable position. Huh? Snuggle up to ::insert spouse's name here:: ... ITCHES ALL OVER!!! Toss and turn while scratching layers of skin off at a time for about an hour.
Internal dialogue during this fun time: "Something is wrong...I must be getting sick. Why can't I sleep? It's still the middle of the night. I never feel awake after only five hours sleep. I want to sleep...I must be sick." ::stressful and complex thoughts all fill my mind simultaneously:: "Obviously I just need to take a few deep breaths and stop thinking so much...Focus on one relaxing thought."
Spoiler alert - that does not work.
I will continue this way, trying not to move too much so I don't disturb Michael and/or Genevieve for that hour until I come to the thought (and yes, it does take that long) that _maybe_ I have insomnia. My brain will continue to look at that thought skeptically for a while. It doesn't understand the concept. I am always confused by other people's insomnia, but my own is impossible. Except that it isn't.
After I finally convince myself that that's what's going on, I will get up and try to do something productive to tire myself out, only to get tired to the point of my eyes refusing to open just about the time the sun's up and I have to go somewhere; usually work. Then it's time to glue my eyes shut with some caffeine.
Today is one of those days. Here's to another year of this _not_ happening.
On the plus side, the kitchen's been cleaned top to bottom, lunches made, dinner prepped, Michael's clothes ironed, and I'm freshly showered. Definitely gonna be a caffeine day, though. (And through the power of spell check, I only now realized that for my entire life, I have been spelling caffeine wrong; I can't believe Michael never pointed this out to me!)
Insomnia is a harsh bitch. I am not used to insomnia. Genevieve is often consumed by it. Michael will every now and then be compelled to stay up very late, restless and unable to sleep. I, however, can sleep anywhere, any time. But about once a year, I will get insomnia one night and be completely confused. Even unable to understand that that's what's going on. It usually goes like this:
Middle of the night: wake up groggy and, half-conscious, use the bathroom. Stumble back to bed. Unable to get into comfortable position. Huh? Snuggle up to ::insert spouse's name here:: ... ITCHES ALL OVER!!! Toss and turn while scratching layers of skin off at a time for about an hour.
Internal dialogue during this fun time: "Something is wrong...I must be getting sick. Why can't I sleep? It's still the middle of the night. I never feel awake after only five hours sleep. I want to sleep...I must be sick." ::stressful and complex thoughts all fill my mind simultaneously:: "Obviously I just need to take a few deep breaths and stop thinking so much...Focus on one relaxing thought."
Spoiler alert - that does not work.
I will continue this way, trying not to move too much so I don't disturb Michael and/or Genevieve for that hour until I come to the thought (and yes, it does take that long) that _maybe_ I have insomnia. My brain will continue to look at that thought skeptically for a while. It doesn't understand the concept. I am always confused by other people's insomnia, but my own is impossible. Except that it isn't.
After I finally convince myself that that's what's going on, I will get up and try to do something productive to tire myself out, only to get tired to the point of my eyes refusing to open just about the time the sun's up and I have to go somewhere; usually work. Then it's time to glue my eyes shut with some caffeine.
Today is one of those days. Here's to another year of this _not_ happening.
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