Still Waiting for Cyborg Parts. Or an Awesome Hero Suit.

Nadia's for a bit of a special cause, it must be said. Expect me to advertise the living hell out of her come November.

Pushed myself this morning and exercised when I probably shouldn't have. At this point, I do admittedly regret. Just slightly. Stupid body. Otherwise it's the same as usual, so that can't be too bad. Work is certainly going to wait until Monday, though. Post-Nadia, wrists and hands are still... kind of protesting all things.

But I got back to my odd little tofu experiments, finally accomplishing the thing I'd set out to do. Then I made a surprisingly lovely (if messy) quesadilla! Frozen, thawed, drained, cut and baked to a "golden brown" extra firm enriched tofu, onions, red, green and yellow bell peppers, dark salad greens, diced cherry tomatoes and shredded colby jack cheese in a folded-over tortilla, baked until crispy. I happened to have buffalo dipping sauce in the 'fridge, so this is where it ended up. (I am more than fine with meat, by the way. I personally just need protein that is 1.) less expensive, 2.) less of a bitch to store and clean up after, and 3.) far less likely to have been treated revoltingly inhumanely before and during its slaughter. If I'm in the woods and hungry and there's a deer wandering by, well... sorry, Bambi, you'd better be a faster draw than I am or your ass is for dinner. Alternately, do enjoy getting a taste of human flesh. Tell all the other deer that it's time for a revolution. Humans will never know what hit them. Much like so very many cars have managed to hit you. Yes, it is time for sweet, sweet revenge.)

................So, links. There are many ways in which games can heal.

And this story just made me happy. Post brain surgery, Chris Sands spent the past year recording a song on his PSP, every single day.

Every time I read anything about The Last Guardian (or whatever it's going to be called now), my heart stops a little. Still, I like to be reassured.

Watch the Puppeteer trailer. Seriously, just... oh so amazing and beautiful and awesome. And exactly what I needed after being confronted with yet another way Capcom is trying to bury the Devil May Cry franchise under a pile that can only be made of rubble and human feces. But it's not actually happening so everything's okay, just a shared hallucination, that's all it is.

Hyrule Historia is getting an English language release. All Zelda fans know they're fucked. (At least it's only $35, by the way.)

The latest Metal Gear Rising trailer is pretty much exactly like the last one (not complaining about more Depeche Mode)... until the end. What... who is... and then what did... and... goddammit. I mean, there are inferences to make, but... I know Kojima mindfucks intimately, but Platinum mindfucks are a whole different story. One thing is for certain: Quinton Flynn is getting paid a lot of money for this one.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be hoping to hear anything at all about a possible pre-order date for my precious H-01. COME ON, BANDAI.