Playing “Knight of the Old Republic.” Got my very own copy the other day. Had a period of complete stupidity that always comes when I have to work out the controls for a new game — using the booklet never seems to work as well for me as simply fumbling until my mind latches onto it, for some reason. It was further hindered by having played it previously on Mel’s X-Box, and my brain insisting that no, really, it needed a controller to do this. Stupid brain. I got vengeance on it by naming my chara “Grissom Warrick.” Hee. This Griss is a very hot young girl. Perhaps next time, I’ll play as a guy named “Sidle Willows.” And he can be eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil.

Which is not to say I’m entirely good now. I always wind up confusing the hell out of Carth when I play KotOR. I’m so used to normal RPGs, where you pretty much have to be nice and save the world, that I just do it automatically. And then I get irritated and remember that I can be a total bastard in this game, and I go and brutally murder a few people just because I can, and Carth just stands there going, “You’re really generous and kind and trustworthy and I really like you and why did we just rape that puppy again?” Because it makes me tingly. Also, I look really stupid on my character sheet when I’m too nice. Hey, let’s go kill that kid over there. And then? We’ll save some nuns! YAY!