Castiel

A beastly mailbag is the best kind of mailbag.

I'll have to think it over before I watchthis QL.

I am a smart boy!

Vinny's sense of direction, or lack of any sense of direction to be honest, actually scares me.

Maybe American calendars are set up that way but certainly not where I live. I have never met a single person who splits the week so Saturday is the last day of the week and Sunday is the first day of the next week.

I see the weekend as one whole consisting of both Saturday and Sunday.

The argument about the word "weekend" could also be interpreted as what it sounds like. Week and end. It's the end of the week.

Anyways I didn't want to start a big debate about it. But I am just shocked to find out that there are people who interpret a week like that. Also a someone else said, who gives a fuck.

But Monday-Sunday is still the only right answer.

There are seven days in a week. Monday is the first day of the week and Sunday is the last day of the week.

This is the first time that I have EVER heard that there are people who think that Saturday is the last day of the week. Dan, you're just insane.

The weekend is the nice little vacation at the end of each week and Sunday is your last weekend day before a new week starts on Monday.

To think of it any other way is simply for crazy people. But I guess that explains why Dan would think Saturday is the last day...

I haven't played any of this game only watched the videos GB do and I feel like I have a better understanding of this game than both Dan and Brad who have/are playing this game.

Phew, for a moment I thought my headphones were dying but it's just the audio in the video itself that flips out at the 24:00 mark.

Wait if the old homeless guy knows all those fighting moves then why did Ryo (or Dio) have to save him from the bikers earlier?

Even though it totally shouldn't I find it slightly infuriating how much Vinny messed up that Forklift race. He totally had the controls down and then he just messed it all up.

Hello Shenmue, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence