Truer than he knows

So, my personal trainer asked me how I spent the long weekend, and so I had to explain what Doctor Who is.

He said, "You know, when you said Doctor Who, at first I thought you meant Dr. Seuss."

At that moment, I was running laps around a basketball court while holding dumbells in the air over my head, and I decided that that was not an ideal circumstance in which to try to explain Horton, the Elephant Who Waited.

Conversations We Didn't Have in Skyrim, Part 10

Previous installments under the skyrim-conversations.

You know, I haven't actually played much Skyrim in the past two weeks. I tend to avoid playing on weeknights because I tend to mysteriously fail to go to sleep at a reasonable hour when I've been playing.

I'm a bit skeptical of the notion that Vilkas is much smarter than Farkas. He's more articulate, for sure, but his in-game behavior doesn't necessarily show a surplus of brains.

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We're in a Silver Hand hideout, and I'm sneaking up on three of them, who are currently gathered around a table discussing their plans. If I can hit them when they're lined up just right, I ought to be able to freeze all three of them with an Ice Shout, and we can pick them off at our leisure. But I've got to be positioned just so. I inch forward, silently, stealthily, and start to draw in my breath to Shout...

...And Vilkas charges past me, waving his two-handed sword and shouting, "Skyrim belongs to the Nords!" The Silver Hands scatter, and my Shout only catches one of them, leaving us two big angry werewolf hunters to deal with.

"Sweet Mother," I mutter under my breath. "And this is supposed to be the smart twin?"