ManifestedISO

Sex bots? A robot that can cook and mix drinks is a thousand times more appealing. Clean the bathroom, too, make sure to disinfect your robot hands before baking cookies.

Practically shivered last night. 52°F (11C) for the low. Then I see the Northeast just got a year's snow in a day. Like nine feet or something in Buffalo, and then I felt guilty and spoiled but mostly thankful. All those people, unable to play Dragon Age ... for shame, Mother Nature.

Can confirm, against all odds, this game's got game. Not one shred of prejudice is true. My human female warrior, her name is Natascha ... pretty cool, huh.

Alright, I'm going in, finally. If I'm not back in five minutes ... just wait longer.

Just opened it. Was busy with Brazilian supermodels ... mostly true story. Not that kind of busy. Yet.

Home from the birthday celeb outing, the one for my buddy. Sounds innocuous, but said amigo is married to a Brazilian ... Brasileira if you keep score in Portuguese. Her mother and cousin are in town from Recife, what with the new baby, and the birthday, and Latin passion for family. Food was okay, drinks were good. Cousin is a dead ringer for Adriana Lima, so that was distracting.

Oh yeah, pumped. And I just figured out a workaround for the new, unwanted feedback in my headphones when simul-jacked into the PS4 and a receiver. Everything is fine when the console is off, it supplies power to USB ports, and multi-channel sound from the receiver is pristine, but turn the Playstation on, and now, for some reason *cough* System Update 2.0 *cough* and the headphone power input picks up audible noise. Turns out you can jack right into the PS4 controller's 3.5mm port, no USB required. Not sure how many channels are coming across wirelessly, but it sounds as good as before. Plus, the headphones have a boom mic, now I can talk to it using voice commands. Playstation! Make me Jesus toast!

Yeah, I'll take a large grudge to nurse, with a side of chip on my shoulder, and a large vinegar, no ice.

Who ... when ... where have you ... you're alive!

So I found this when searching Jesus toast: pareidolia, the imagined perception of a pattern or meaning where it does not actually exist. Everyone can do it, few take it to the extreme, droning on and on, and on and on, seeing Jesus in toast. Just cover it in creamy tuna and call it a day.

Oh yeah, that's her, dulcet voice and a genuine interest.

That's it, London is to blame for all of gaming's woes. They topped a bunch of these worldwide affinity lists. Pretty interesting data, even as stupid as FB is. Canada dominated Borderlands, eh. Number seven worldwide Dragon Age woot!

Me too, preferably with a well-spoken slightly introspective female player to whom reading comprehension and gameplay exploration come naturally. Who was that young lady they had before, the Gamescom edition, she was pleasant and easy on the ears.

How very inconsiderate of my friend to have his birthday on Tuesday ... "Hey, come out to the brew pub and celebrate ..." he says, like someone who isn't playing Dragon Age or watching Agents of SHIELD. Acknowledge our relationship, he says, implicitly. Put the controller down, leave the TV cold, step out of the house, he says, with no regard. Have fun with alcohol, females, and something called Taco Tuesday, he says. Damned real life friends ... what are they good for.

After Marvel teased Civil War coming to the movies, I read that first six-issue event, where Spidey reveals his identity, then promptly convinced myself this whole thing was Marvel saying without saying it, they've already reclaimed Spider-Man movie rights.

When you say you " redid your fireplace " did you do this work yourself or did you pay someone to actually do it for you ? The description of work is by someone who did it himself, surely. It's oozing with manly self-industrious pride.

Game Informer went even deeper with a preview of romance options. Only two are available if your Inquisitor is female. Was hoping for perhaps slightly more all-girl activities, but I won't complain. Edit: Or, just eight, I guess. Nine total, eight romance-able. I wonder who the party-pooper is. Probably Varric. Which is totally fine.

Saw a yellow one today, a blue one two weeks ago. First-glance bio-recognition software said it was a Lotus. Never had a thing for Corvettes, but the new model is drop-dead sexy time.

That's not a very Bruce thing to say ... are they corrupt cops, or ... do I just not get the whole Grand Theft mantra.

Dude made a mockery of the genre.

Battle sound effects are awesome. The banter out of this guy playing is not.

It's on Steam's main page Featured Items scroller. The big time!

Aw yeah, half day tomorrow at work, home in time for the live stream at 1pm. That's still a thing, right.