We could talk about it until the cows come home, or whatever that means. I sincerely apologise for any odd behaviour on behalf of Rudi Osman of late. I haven't exactly been myself in a while (egad, or maybe all my life)

Funny how they say if you have something on your mind, it's best to get it off your chest. Thing is, what happens if the words escape you?

An eerie PC game I played when in primary 5 comes to mind. It involves 5 deeply tortured individuals who live in a post-apocalyptic future, under the whim of a perverse computer. Each individual lacks one basic human sensory organ and is put through a specific simulation meant to work against his or her disability.

The name of the game?
I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream.