When I first created this site, I was torn on the subject of a blog. On one hand I wanted to be able to write short articles on daily occurrences without having to keep to any kind of schedule. On the other hand, bloggers are, for the most part, douchebags.
I’m not much of a sports fan. Most times, I’ll just turn the channel to get away from them. The exception to this is baseball. I freaking love baseball. I watch it on TV, listen to it over the radio and go to the Skydome (it may be the Rogers Centre, but it’ll always be the Skydome to me) whenever I can.
So, I decided to take a break from Fallout 3, which I was using to take a break from Wild Arms Alter Code F, and popped in a game called Harvey Birdman: Attorney at Law.
Harvey Birdman isn’t exactly a game that I’d usually pick up. The show was great and all, but I didn’t have huge expectations. Afterall, this is a game based on a series of cartoons that has a 15 minute run-time.
A Dairy Queen is the closest fast food place to where I work, so when I get in the mood for some greasy burgers or chicken sammiches, I go there.
Today, I got in that familiar mood and headed down there, only to see the most outlandish pimp I’ve ever laid eyes upon.