Welcome to the Playpen, our space for ferrety banter and whimsical snippets of things that aren't quite long enough for articles (although they might be) but that caught your eye anyway.
My sister is writing her own review, and she wanted to know if you have any sources for that factoid you could point her to.
No, no, you're supposed to get into the taxi and then get out on the other side. Have the 60s taught you nothing, young man?
(Actually, coming up with this stuff is pretty terrifying)
I bet that's exactly what the probe said.
Dude! That kind of talk is unacceptable! You shouldn't be objectifying moons, you should clearly be asking their opinions on things!
Oh yeah. Check out the fear in the Moon's eyes. That's one celestial body that's going to get what's coming to it.
Actually this is quite remarkable, since despite being so short, it contains 4 of my top 5 Ways Of Telling When Someone Has No Idea What They Are Talking About. (It only fails by not being in the Daily Mail. Which is a sentence I never thought I'd type.) At the top of the list is that left-brain-equals-rationality-(equals-science) thing. Actually both hemispheres of the brain contribute equally to both "rational" and "creative" thought, as well as bollocks thought which is clearly neither. Less well known is that scientists - especially Japanese onese - have an extra cerebral hemisphere known as the Awesomal Cortex. This is where they come up with new ideas for blowing shit up. And robots. And, occasionally, blowing shit up with robots.
(Mine is sadly underdeveloped because my class wasn't allowed to play - sorry, *experiment* - with dropping lithium in the sink, after the whole fireball incident. Bah. This is obviously why I ended up in the "soft sciences" and became a professional Internet Psychologist, instead of working as an Awesomeologist at the International Institute of WOAH! DUDE!!! So thanks, second law of thermodynamics. Thanks a sodding million.)
Firstly there's this utterly ludicrous trailer. I know there's an extent to which it's tongue in cheek but I also think there's somebody in the Bioware marketing department his rubbing his thighs creepily going "virtual sex and violence, oh yeah! That'll make cRPGs cool."
And then there's this depressing preview from RPS.
I want spreadsheets, not heavy metal.
clearly you will never be employed to write the third book of the third book of the third book of the final book - hardly any of the words you used were invented and you didn't once refer to the Great Wheel, the Weave, magic or an amazing new power that nobody else has ever had ever.
"Do you think they could be coming towards us?" asked Olanaa, smoothing her dark gray tschaan, which was slashed with silk the color of her Ajah, and drawing her heavy black traveling-cloak around her. The kver around her bruised, reddened neck tingled softly as it brushed her sensitive skin; instantly she knew what Alaina had in her deep, silken pockets as the kver called forth her mysterious powers.
Alaina, both tugging her braids and smoothing her skirt, nodded sombrely, wishing she had never entered the Mausoleum of P-Aiaoeiu'l*, and encountered the ancient magics that had gifted her with an extra pair of arms.
*Pronounced "Pool", except in Devenkare, where it is pronounced "Pail" in honour of the heroine Seilnvar (c.f. book 97: "The Bucket of Conjunction", Chapter 19, Paragraph 13.1).