Alright, you Neanderthal.  You might have thought that cooking is a job reserved solely for women and homosexual men, and before 1970, you were right.  But then women everywhere started in with this "I want to be a career woman and attain success in a male-driven business environment, blah blah blah.", causing the number of stay-at-home Dads to rise faster than the waves in the 2004 Tsunami (too soon?).  Hardhats were replaced with aprons.  Hammers with spatulas.  Hoagies with flounder in a lemon dill sauce.  You get the idea.

A game with a million guns. When I first read about the development of 2K Games' Borderlands a few years ago, that's the line that stuck with me and kept this game on my radar for so long. That, and the fact that I've always been a sucker for action-RPG games. Hell, I've killed hours in Diablo playing through the same areas just to find better weapons and armor. So when Borderlands was finally released, I was filled with joy.