So, um. I’m on disc 3 of Final Fantasy 9, which the uber-shib, and I’m moseying along, pretty happy, cause I finally got the giant — and yes I did name him Fatone, because what else do you call a bearded eight-foot tall man with screaming red hair who apparently thinks he’s Superman? — and Freya returned *cheers* and I think I finally maybe got the hang of the card game, and everyone has slick gear, and we’re on our way to go save Jaycee (not. one. word) and I think Alexander actually is Alexandria Castle (?!?!!!) and wheeeeee, lots of cool cinemas, and then….freeze frame. And I’m not talking the cool Willow-kissage kind of freeze frame, oh, no. KitCatt’s disc is fucked up.

Behold my unamusement. Behold its vastness. Behold the monkey-shit-covered-ness of it all. Now lick it.