Ok, I'm definitely not one to be critical of the games I play. Nor will I give that opinion haphazardly. I don't believe in critics. Everyone's opinion is their own. There are only a few in this industry that I care to listen to what they have to say. Tycho is one of them and where it concerns Final Fantasy XIII, I think he's spot on, from what little I've played of the game so far. I think I'm about two and a half hours into it. Although I can't say I've got any particular feeling for the guy with the Chocobo nest on his head.

In fact the past two nights have found me cultivating both my knowledge of Italy and my skills of owning guards. I feel bad for Final Fantasy because it should be engrossing me fully and it's not. I can't help but put those two games back in and use them for hours and hours. One is a desire to know the rest of the story and the other is pure enjoyment of the game. I don't understand why 2k10 has me so in its grips. I've entertained the idea of trading it in for quite awhile now and it's increased recently. I need to get ODST to gain access to the Halo: Reach multiplayer beta that is opened on May 2nd. This is something that will happen. I feel the need to be a part of this. I've seen the hype video and gentlemen, I am hyped verily. But for some reason I keep coming back to the basketball game. Basketball is my favorite sport and the building up of a single player that I control and having him breakout in the world of Kobe and LeBron is something that I very much love to do. Scoring 20 a night has become a ritual in my house, and I must protect it.

Corbin and I decided to launch this site at last year's Irish festival. We'd probably thrown the idea around before but after some Guinness, Irish stew and roasted corn, we decided the time had certainly come to cease speaking only in hypotheticals and pursue action. And thus, the Kingdom was born. Although the initial corn strip didn't make it up until we'd already posted three, I'm fairly certain it was the first idea we developed. It is only fitting, then, that this pseudo-anniversary brings a new corny adventure.

To help you understand just how serious he is about this, I've included an excerpt from Corbin's post almost a year ago: "I'm not one to suggest the use of food while in the bedroom, but I think a strong case could be made for roasted corn you might get at a festival. As you can tell by the post-corn cigarettes, the experience is similar."

I attended the festival alone this year. Or, at least, Corbin-less. All day long I repeated my desire to find and devour some of this toasted maize, yet when the night was coming to an end and I found myself with only a handful of food and beverage tickets, the Irish in me trumped the sentimental side and I instead purchased one last glass of my island's stout brew.

That's right. We have practically /lied/ to you with this strip.

I felt no need to offer an apology to Corbin for neglecting to taste the sweet, sweet kernels of a treat that began a revolution (or at least an extremely unpopular website), but when my brother found himself in a similarly funded situation and, having spent his final tickets on a deep-fried Snickers bar, offered me a taste of that abominably sweet thrill... I felt compelled to apologize to Christ Jesus for the sin I was going to commit. And then I committed it.

My world can never be the same.