And then she covered herself in tin foil.

[ghostdrive]

Step 1. Place cat in glass baking dish.

My cats like to sleep in odd places. Some like the top of the fridge, some like the sink, and this one prefers to stuff herself into this baking pan. Why? Because she secretly wishes to be a cake. Who knows. :)







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From the May 2007 issue of EGM (#215):

Dear Fabio: I'm a 20-year-old girl gamer, but every time I bring a guy home to play games, he falls in love with my sister. What am I doing wrong? --Hannah

Fabio responds: Hannah, guys are always interested in scoring--and not just while playing video games! If you are hanging out with guys and they aren't making a move, perhaps you are sending out the wrong message. Try being more open. Guys are not very complicated.

Come on, Mr. Romance, can't you think of anything better to say. XD I should scan next month's letter just so you guys can see the totally cheesecake photos of Fabio they place alongside. XD

And here's a small portion from EGM staffer, Jeremy's, Lost in Blue (DS) review just because it makes me laugh like crazy:

Sure, you can play as either the boy or girl now, but either way you're saddled with a worthless A.I. companion who has the audacity to get annoyed when you ask him or her to pitch in to survive. There's no "lazy sack of crap" in "team", jerk.

AHAHAHAHA. Anyway, have any of you played the first Lost in Blue? I'm sorta tempted to buy it now for some reason.

Other than that, their "The Future of Videogames" themed issue was pretty lame.

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{Links}

• This site has some incredibly beautiful Okami fanart. ♥ I especially like the ones of Amaterasu in human form.
  
  
• 80 Days or Bust: One man's attempt to circumnavigate the world the old-fashioned way -- I've been reading this travel blog for a short while now and it is addicting. His details of traveling on the Trans-Mongolian railway (with its cabin crashers and smoked-filled non-smoking dining cars) are hilarious, but the following portion from his post, Big Yak Attack, killed me.
  
  The yak, clearly, had read my blog. It was behind us now, but I stuck my head out the window and shouted a streak of trash talk that hasn't been heard round these parts since Genghis Kahn. The yak stood on its hind legs, pointed at his sharp horns, then at me, then drew his hoof across his throat, making the international sign of "you're a dead man." I told the yak to meet me here in four days, when we'd be on our way back. Four days later, no sign of the yak. He wimped out.
  
  I LOVE HOW THIS MAN WRITES.
  
  
• Nintendo-themed fun-house -- AWESOME.
  
  
• Katamari cake -- ♥ I want a cake like this! So colorful!