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It's official. I'm sick. Sick like dog. I can actually *feel* my nasal tissues swelling and pumping out mass quantities of mucus, and little bits of my lungs try to escape my chest every time I cough. This wouldn't be so bad were I at home, watching someone win big at Plinko on The Price is Right, drinking ginger ale and eating chicken noodle soup. But I'm at work, trying to hammer out a review for a shitty game while thinking about the dozens of other things I need to take care of before end of the day Friday.

God this game is garbage. Konami should have its motherfucking development license revoked. It's like SSX if SSX were developed by aborted fetuses.

I think bike messenger girls and girl drummers are hot as all get out. Bike messenger girls especially, just because they inherently have to be hard as hell and unwilling to take shit. I like that. I'd really like to see a bike messenger-themed set on SG; or, even better, if an actual bike messenger joined the fold.

OK, no more distractions. Gotta get this done.