Picspam, dragonborn triumphant edition

Finished Skyrim. Well, the main quest, anyway. Still going to explore all the nooks and crannies a bit before restarting. Love playing as sniper-archer, especially with bullet-arrow-time. There's nothing like getting the drop on a den full of mages through skull-piercing from afar and, by the time they figure out where you are and what you're doing, they're pinned up against the nearest wall. So gratifying.

Also, the draugur wights are bugging me. Every time I see "draugur wight" on the display I keep hearing Kenny Loggins's "I'm Alright" except it's, well, "I'm A Wight":

I'm a wight and nobody worry 'bout me
Why you got to gimme a fight, can't you just let it be?
I'm a wight don't nobody worry 'bout me
You got to gimme a fight, why don't you just let me be?

Yes, I am ashamed of myself, actually.

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Picspam, when-you-gotta-go edition

The Chefs are saying that brand-new KC quarterback Kyle Orton will get a shot at playing next week after the slightly-less-than-stellar performance of the tremor-inducing Tyler Palko. Palko's quarterback rating this season is a glacial 47.5. Note that if Palko had thrown nothing but incompletions, his rating would be 39.6.

As for the Bolts, yesterday was the final nail in Norv Turner's coffin, though his skull still remains high atop my Christmas list. The only question is whether or not general manager idiot savant AJ Smith follows him, and honestly, aside from inertia, there's no damn reason why not. Still, this season is the bitter fever of delusion before the sickness is expunged. Just five more weeks of undeniably mediocre football to sit through. Nice to know Nick Novak isn't the only one pissing the season away. Literally. (Dude, there are cameras here.)

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