I'm doing Graveyard Shift because I can. Graveyard Shift is a daily or whatever, so make words go here. I'm going to start off by writing a bunch of non-sensical bullshit while listening to black midis that are royally fucking with my head.
Intrinsically, the true nature of duck is that of orange lenses. Some might say the whale makes an irritating affect when hobbits speak of truffle gravies. Moreover, the sense that one is behind you is, indeed, not a sign of blazing star sailing the shopping cart. I speculate that glasses worn downwards towards Enceladus truly make worrying signs that yellow tarps cannot follow closely. It is important to note that cookie bags are frowned at the cosmic Sempai that may not watch through narrowing string theory. We sometimes struggle to moss growing on the end of disc-shaped autonomy and cannot fully accept unopened trivium.
So what else to talk about? Hmm... My backlog clearing is going steadily. I've been playing DmC: Devil May Cry, and I'm not sure why people are so mad about it. I'm enjoying it more than either of the DMC games (1 and 4) I played any part of. I've heard that DMC3 is the best one, but really, that whole shebang, in retrospect, just seems like a bunch of whiny nerds who can't tolerate anything outside of their narrow perceptions making a big deal out of nothing.
Talk about things, ja?