I would love to have been a fly on the wall at that marketing meeting. “So we’re going to need a real slaughtered goat and some topless hostesses, and then—get this!—the guests are going to eat from the slaughtered goat’s stomach!” Would you be surprised if I told you it was Sony? I didn’t think so. [slightly NSFW]
Post what you hate about the new blog design here. (You can post what you like too, if anything.. )
Yeah, see…all you have to do is 1) enter your guild into EA/Mythic’s Warhammer Guild Beta, 2) win, and 3) um…invite me into your guild. ahem. (Shameless? Moi?)
From Game Politics:
Anti-game attorney Jack Thompson said in a Sunday press release that a 14-year-old boy in Marin County, California had been arrested by local police for making a threat against the University of California Berkeley campus.
How did Thompson know? Because the kid emailed JT with details. No word on if Thompson paused to pet his fluffy white kitty and whisper “exsssscelent!” before calling police, but one would assume.
Specifically Q1 2008.
What congress doesn’t want you to know about global warming. (How did I find myself on a North-Central Texas Bird Watching site? Let’s just say I need help.)
Jake’s tanned, muscular arms encircled her in his powerful yet tender embrace. The thick scent of sweat, musk, and goat cheese enveloped them both in a veil of hot of passion. Jake nuzzled the deep cleft of his chiseled chin against the soft nape of her pearly white Saxon neck.
“I know we’re two different people from two different times.” he whispered. “And yet…I feel like I’ve known you all my life. We belong together, and the Time Police be damned! Come back with me Hildegarde. Come back to the 22nd century with me!”
Hildegarde’s azure eyes locked with his own steely grays, her hot Nordic breath ironically warm against his muscled cheek, and she swooned. ” Ĵå, ökeÿ-dökeÿ.”
— Excerpt from my forthcoming novel, Time Liberators 8: Leif Ericson Must Die!
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