I'm an animal; you're an animal too

Fri, 18 May 2012 17:15:25 GMT

So, after several days finishing Mass Effect 3 - which is a great game, right up until the final mission: all the emotional impact falls apart at the final choice (and if I have to play co-op to get a FOR REALS HAPPY ENDING [as spoilers tell me now I'm done], SCREW THAT) - I finally went to the gym.

Dear friends, pathetic isn't in it.

I managed 0.5 miles on the treadmill in 5 minutes before my wind went completely. 15 minutes on the exercise bike, for 3.5 miles. Some weights, heavy ones, but not many sets. I suck.

But hey, two weeks of consistent work, and I should be back to sucking less.

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Sometimes saving the galaxy gets a little out of hand...

Thu, 17 May 2012 20:53:04 GMT

I fear that playing Mass Effect 3 has gotten a little out of hand. It is a very absorbing game, and has cost me the ability to sleep at night. Due to saving the galaxy.

I mean, the lingering arse-shots, and the overly-perky breasts, those I could do without. But damn, it's nice to play a female hero where hero is the marked state, not female. (Also, where nice male lieutenants causally mention their husbands, and one overhears conversations about wives leaving their husbands for their mistress.)

I'm a bit lost right now, to be honest. I need to get back into a habit of exercise and whatnot before I die of being a sluggish slob. Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be kinder.

*avoids email*

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between the rock and the cold, cold sea

I'm an animal; you're an animal too

Sometimes saving the galaxy gets a little out of hand...