I went hunting for more 'animal plays games' videos this morning and I think the irony of having a dog laughing sneakily at a cat for buying into its sinister slice of entertainment is simply too delicious. Plus everyone likes a cat video on a Sunday morning.
There'll come a point when Skyrim isn't in my thoughts at all times, but it is not this day. I'd love to meet Jeremy Soule...I'd give him a big hug, say thank you, and probably cry tears of joyful gratitude all over him before being marched away by some burly security types and thrown into the gutter.
It'd be worth it.
A friend of mine told me a story this weekend of how a mate of his had dropped off the radar completely for a fortnight, and that this chap's girlfriend had been getting a little worried at his apparent descent into monosyllabic speech and terse phone calls. He apparently surfaced at a house party two weeks later, looking thinner than he had before, a few dark bags under the eyes, and simply apologised saying, "Sorry guys. I was busy 'rimming."
Skyrim is an enemy of PDAs, organisers, calendars and diaries everywhere.