This fall, BioWare is releasing the highly anticipated third game in the Dragon Age franchise.
What’s Dragon Age, you say?
Shut the front door. Seriously, drop whatever you’re multi-tasking right now and let’s talk business because if you haven’t heard about this franchise yet, then it’s time you received a little geek-ucation. If you’re into Skyrim or The Lord of the Rings, then you will probably enjoy playing these games. And lucky you, the (hopefully) best one of the bunch is coming out in just a few months so you don’t have to wait years in between like others.
About a year ago, I found myself with a lot of time on my hands. I decided that since I hadn’t had free time in pretty much the last three years that I was going to enjoy my new schedule and veg out with a video game just like those glorious days in high school and college. Enter Dragon Age: Origins. My husband first played DA:O when it came out in 2009. I remember seeing it advertised at GenCon but I just didn’t like what I saw of the game when he played. So when I found myself glancing over the game titles on the shelf, my hand stopped over Dragon Age and I decided to give it a try. After all, I love high fantasy and anything that involves me playing a girl who can kick ass and fall in love – well hey, I’m there.
The best way to explain my Dragon Age experience is consuming. Now that I’ve played through Mass Effect, I can safely say it’s not as life-altering, but it had me hung up for quite a long time after playing. I wanted to play for 60 hours straight, over and over again. If you haven’t picked up Dragon Age: Origins yet, then you need to get your butt to the game store and do it. It’s not expensive and it will be a really fun experience.
Last week, Markus and I were on our way to a business meeting in Orlando. Our short drive turned into an almost hour-long adventure because of some unexpected traffic issues down the last main road. The more I braked, the more anxiety I began to feel as we rushed to attend a potentially business-changing meeting at our new location.
For me, the best solution for that kind of nervous tension is music so I asked Markus to pick out a “psych up” tune from his library. After a rousing version of “What Does The Fox Say?” (I take the fox sounds; he takes the main lyrics) and “Stonehenge” (If you haven’t seen Ylvis’ other music video, go watch it NOW), I began to loosen up but the traffic continued so I asked him to pick out another tune.
In a few minutes after he carefully scrolled through the hundreds of songs on his phone, I heard the familiar drum beat start up on my stereo.
My hands drummed along in tune on an invisible drum set that had appeared over my steering wheel and I began to sang my heart out to what I could argue is my favorite song of all time – “Eye of the Tiger.” There’s just something about the beat and the words that makes you want to run up a set of stairs and raise your arms in victory. After I was mostly through the first two verses of my loud, very physical karaoke version, Markus starts laughing and turns to me. Continue reading “Unleashing My Inner Tiger”
I will come out and admit that I really don’t know much about Guardians of the Galaxy other than the epic cuteness/bad-assery that is Rocket Raccoon. It’s one part of the Marvel universe that I haven’t ventured into much, so I’m really excited about the upcoming movie and seeing the film with “virgin eyes.”
Marvel recently released this teaser (it’s SO SHORT) to drive comic book crazies insane as we wait for what looks to be another promising hero flick. It doesn’t hurt that Chris Pratt, who is quickly becoming one of my favorite actors, takes the lead as Peter Quill and my beloved Raccoon is voiced by Bradley Cooper. Other favorites such as Vin Diesel and a very bald, yet still gorgeous Karen Gillan also take part making this one heck of a cast.
So what do you think? Guardians of the Galaxy is scheduled for release on August 1, when you can expect an epic themed party at The Cloak & Blaster (hint, hint.)
I don’t think there are many people my age who didn’t grow up playing with LEGO sets, spending hours creating structures and storylines with the mini-figures. Heck, I even married a 31-year-old LEGO junkie who prefers to decorate our house with the LEGO Sarlacc Pit, rocket ships, Quidditch rings, and more – it’s sort of an interior design crisis, but hard to suppress a handsome bearded man who geeks out over a Han Solo mini-fig.
LEGO seems to age like a fine wine, expanding its section to the most popular genres and sweet niche ones (there are even Back to the Future sets!!); a major motion picture feels like a natural next step and I gladly welcome a sequel. This movie is absolutely brilliant and brought out my giddy inner child for the full length of the film thanks to nostalgic references and adult one-liners. It does the perfect job of catering to children, grown-ups, and children at heart. Continue reading “The LEGO Movie: Assembling a Box Office Hit”
This past weekend, I ran my third Warrior Dash, a 3.4-mile, muddy obstacle race where you get to leap over fire, climb cargo nets, and swim through water. Husband and I decided to run with Adventure Time outfits; he dressed in almost his entire Finn costume, and I wore a Lumpy Space Princess-inspired outfit. (If I had more time to think it over, I would have worked on a costume, but ….. lazy.) Continue reading “Race, SMASH! Conquering the Warrior Dash Again”
This past weekend I attended a bachelorette party at Vixen Fitness here in Orlando, Florida. Together, we learned an hour of what I can only describe as sexy chair grinding, and another hour of actual pole dancing. It was a pretty fun experience and something I had wanted to do for my own bachelorette party way back in the day (OK, it was only 14 months ago).
The dress code was simple: “wear the shortest shorts you feel comfortable in” – great.
Quick mini- rant: I seriously hate shorts because they are either too baggy and fly up/out/whatever whenever you move to broadcast your underwear OR they are the tight, evil crotch-length versions that make a living riding up into your nether regions, thus forcing you to pick at them the entire time. And the worst part is that nobody knows if you’re just adjusting your shorts or … yeah. I really didn’t like either option so I wore my Turbo Fire shorts, which weren’t too long to inhibit my flesh from sticking to the metal pole, and didn’t make me feel like everyone would be getting a free show – a nice compromise. Continue reading “Stripperific: That One Time I Learned How to Pole-Dance”