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Corpse Run 304: Smashing pumpkins

 

 

LIVESTREAM UPDATE:

Alrighty folks, the next livestream is this Friday, April 19th at 10pm est!  I’ll be doodling your suggestions, talking about nonsense, and will play some games afterward!  Neat-o!

To watch the stream, click either here or here.

See you guys then!

END LIVESTREAM UPDATE!

So Rich and I continued our Skyward Sword run Monday night, and I’m seriously loving the heck out of the game.  I’m still a bit iffy on the sword controls, but the dungeons and boss fights are so well designed and entertaining that those issues fade away.

Given that this is really the first time I’ve played a Wii Zelda more than a few hours (I played Twilight Princess on the Gamecube), I can’t believe how much fun I’m having.

Seriously, check it out if you haven’t yet.

Yes, I know everyone’s played it already but… you know… just in case you haven’t.

 

 

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Wow this is funny. Nice art too. - J. Kale Flagg

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the country he liked best, over there; those sandhills
dwindlingaway into darkness. One could walk all day
without meeting a soul.
  There was not a house scarcely, not a single village
for miles on end. Onecould worry things out alone. There
were little sandy beaches where noone had been since the
beginning of time. The seals sat up and looked atyou. It
sometimes seemed to him that in a little house out there,
alone—he broke off, sighing. He had no right. The father
of eight children—he reminded himself. And he would have
been a beast and a curto wish a single thing altered.
Andrew would be a better man than hehad been. Prue would
be a beauty, her mother said. They would stemthe flood a
bit. That was a good bit of work on the whole—his eight
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if she had saidhalf what he said, she would have blown her
brains out by now.
   It annoyed her, this phrase-making, and she said to
him, in a matterof-fact way, that it was a perfectly
lovely evening. And what was hegroaning about, she asked,
half laughing, half complaining, for sheguessed what he
was thinking—he would have written better books if hehad
not married.  He was not complaining, he said. She
knew that he did not complain.
  She knew that he had nothing whatever to complain of.
And he seizedher hand and raised it to his lips and kissed
it with an intensity thatbrought the tears to her eyes,
and quickly he dropped it.
  They turned away from the view and began to walk up
the path wherethe silver-green spear-like plants grew, arm
in arm. His arm was almostlike a young man's arm, Mrs
Ramsay thought, thin and hard, and shethought with delight
how strong he still was, though he was over sixty,and how
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to the ordinary things, but to the extraordinary things,
with aneye like an eagle's. His understanding often
astonished her. But did henotice the flowers? No. Did he
notice the view? No. Did he even noticehis own daughter's
beauty, or whether there was pudding on his plate orroast
beef? He would sit at table with them like a person in a
dream. Andhis habit of talking aloud, or saying poetry
aloud, was growing on him,she was afraid; for sometimes it
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then, she thought, intimatingby a little pressure on his
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