Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
November 21, 2008 ~ 11:09:28 AM * -08:00ST
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Log # 129
Maybe If I Press A Fast Enough, My Brain Will Reattach Itself
Last night was my very first team deathmatch since…oh…probably the halcyon days of yore, burrowed into the local underground LAN-for-lease. I was going to farm some more of those sweet lil’ Sherbats but Tycho had other plans, and before long I was cussing and flinching and screaming in a pack of likeminded warriors in the midst of a Gears of War fragfest, all from the discomfort of my living room.
This sort of insane entertainment used to be $15 per hour, now it’s $50 per year. The ratio of fun:$$$ gets better all the time; every once in a while I feel an almost tearful swell of admiration and gratitude for the current state of electronic culture. Then I remember our shitty space program, ridiculous DRM doodads, and the last Weekend Web and really do burst into tears. Tears of marinara sauce and bitterness.
Squinting through the sobs, I just busted out 1000 on my gamerscore, and hit Master Gardener in Viva Pinata.
I’ve also been playing a lot of Lost Planet, which I talk about at length on Game|Life. To save you some time, I will sum up: icebugs awesome, control scheme eh, snow pirate AI sucks, explosions are cool.
