Overdrawn at the memory bank
October 25, 2010
It’s been a thoroughly busy past few months gamingwise. My tiny sparrow brain, atrophied and narrowed from a soaking sponge to a shallowly sucking remora on the pitted sharklike skin of gaming news in general, has been forced to spread itself like hot sad butter over a potato field of poorly nourishing gaming half hour sessions. Dead Rising 2, Civilization V, Super Meat Boy and Fallout New Vegas all vie for my limited mental capacity and threaten to overload my severely taxed memory banks; already lesser items of importance such as shopping lists and birthdays have crumbled under the weight of culture spread mechanisms and lizard reflex jumping patterns.
As such, writing this mere missive has caused my basic vocabulary to retard by a year or two so that I can only converse in a mildly hostile teenagerly tone. I’ll update later this week with some positive gaming impressions. Until then, dammit mom where is my cocoa flavored fat free beverage, gosh.
