I have played Panzer Dragoon Orta and it has scarred me forever. I can't say it any better than Tycho.

. . . bring a teddy bear because you will require immediate comfort after each level. . . . [Panzer Dragoon Orta] is . . . an unforgiving pain matron who delights in your misery!

But holy bajeezus, is it fun! I find myself coming home from work, sitting down on the couch, and spending a half hour meditating, mentally preparing myself for the onslaught to come. I then reach for the Xbox power switch and declare loudly, "Panzer Dragoon Orta! I am ready for my beating!" I then play for a few hours until my thumb is bleeding and battered.

Panzer Dragoon Orta is a masterpiece.

I've decided my job really really sucks. I'm sure everyone at some point or another decides that their job sucks. My job sucked a long time ago, but now it just REALLY REALLY sucks. When my company decided to find ways to motivate a bunch of overworked phone techs, for some strange reason free pizza and useless IT training classes are supposed to make us feel good about our job.

Really. Somehow a cheese pizza is supposed to make up for being asked to work overtime when I already work 10-hour days. Somehow a useless A+ course will make up for being told that a 10-minute bathroom break when I'm sick is "unbelievable".

For some reason I am not yet able to comprehend, free t-shirts are supposed to help me perform better... whatever that means. The definition of performance constantly changes. When our team does a REALLY good job, they decide that we aren't doing well enough. Now, I'm not talking about just barely meeting goals. I'm talking about taking our productions targets over our knees and whipping them until they bleed. Now that we have left our goals in a whimpering heap, upper management decides it's a good time to discipline people for not meeting phone goals. "We want you to keep the customers satisied at the same level, but now you need to take a lot more calls."

For anyone that was wondering, I do in fact work for Dogbert's call center. Someone put us out of our misery.

Well, I reinstalled Neverwinter Nights today, hoping that 5 months was a long enough time for the Toolset to become something useful. Not that the program itself is bad, but the amount of content that I wanted was not there.

"Hmm... let's see... no hobgoblin models, so I'll just call this goblin a hobgoblin."

This only works for so long. "No Dracolich models... no eyewings... no draconians... well crap. I got lots of these mephits, though."

After installing, I wasn't at all surprised by the amount of random crap that people have developed script-wise for this game. There are some good items among the mass of drivel. Table-top variant rules, for one. Along with some neat DM aids. (Which Bioware didn't want to spend time creating, so instead they got a bunch of hard-core gamers to do it... for free. Nice job, Bioware!)