Cibby's not the only one who can get down

As per Cibbuano's suggestion.



Now click on it and let's get freaky.

Fantastic.

Well, it had to happen.

Our mighty group of 6 investigators fell to Yog-Sothoth. Bitch.

For those of you who have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, my Cambridge friends and I were playing a board game: Arkham Horror. And we all lost. That's right. No-one won. Or perhaps you could say that the game won. The little bits of cardboard that reside in a box beat the living shit out of 6 healthy, competent individuals.

I've never felt so violated.

But, all in all, AH is a cool board game. Blight has a nice overview of it as well, from when we played back in Canada. We fared much better then.

Here's another gem I found on the interweb, that is also, fantastic.



I really don't know where to begin. This is (allegedly) from a NRA graphic novel that was leaked.

I'm just trying to figure out what my favourite thing about this image is.

It's really a toss-up between the bomb carrying barn owl and the cooked, somehow still alive, angry lobster. This, my friends, is priceless.

In the NRA's defence though, if upset, unshaved hippies were able to summon the forces of nature to stir up shit, you'd need some pretty big guns.

Maybe they will teach me their ways. I have tried a number of times to harness the raw power of my mother in law's papillons. You know, commanding them to be my tiny minions of vengeful justice. But yeah, nothin'. Harumph.

Well, if we truly live in an age of fear, there's anyways this guy.

Now I could object to the laser pointer on the head being a great target, or the ineffectualness of articulated body armour (I did marry a materials scientist, folks). My objection lies with the style. We just aren't there. Now I know nothing says subjugation like having a bunch of storm troopers on the ground. But we don't have the hover cars, the jet packs, let alone the 50 foot kill-bots (someday, I hope. Someday). Thus, we can't go wearing 22th century gear when we are clearly stuck in the 21st.

There, I'm glad we got that settled. And now, some pie.

I'd better post before someone gets hurt.

So I’m back in Cambridge again. And I got some phat lewt back in ol' Canada. After living in England for 3 years, things in Canada seem damn cheap. So I consumed. And then consumed some more. I devoured everything and anything I could find: movies, video games, booze, steak, MP3 players, hockey games, pets. I bombarded my senses, until they could take no more.

I learned quite a few things on my journey.

1. Hamilton is actually a nice town. It’s not the horrible cesspool of crime, corruption and wanton sex that I thought it might be. The people there were friendly, the housing prices are reasonable, and I found 3 geek stores nestled away on a quiet street (a comic/collectables store, a boardgame/RPG store and a used video game store), which really clinched it for me.

2. My parents will always own a better game system than I will. They do it just to spite me. They are getting a Wii to keep their Xbox 360 company. And while I was there, they bought a DS Lite. 2 of em’. Then they mocked my clunky, old DS and threw turnips at me.

3. The Wife will never understand my family. We were all sitting around, playing a game of hearts on our collective DS’s, and The Wife pipes up:

“Can’t you guys just play that with a deck of cards?”

My parents and I gave her a collective, confused, blank stare. I then drew a crude, mocking picture of The Wife on my DS with my stylus, and sent it to my parents wirelessly. We all had a good laugh, and then my mom dropped the queen on me.

4. Streaking on New Years is a great way to meet the neighbours. If you were there, you know what I’m taking about. If you weren’t, I’m not going to talk about it.

5. Drinking a Guinness as your last beer really helps with the hangover the next day. Case in point: New Years Day. Me = fine. Everyone Else = Norwalk Virus.

6. Arkham Horror is a really cool board game. If you know the rules, that is.

Anyway, I had a really nice time back in Canada. It won’t be long until I’m back for good (I think).

Until then, my fellow Canadians.