I turned 39 on Friday, so naturally I celebrated by playing Gears of War, going out for dinner at Gordon Biersch, stopping by the Ritz-Carlton for and early nightcap, then heading home to play more videogames. And somewhere in between I found the time to pick up a copy of World of Warcraft. If I were a single straight guy, you'd have good reason to be worried. Granted, you have good reason to be worried anyway, but now that I've discovered that there's an actual queue that I must wait in before I can get online in WoW, I'm not sure my time there will be the lifechanging sort.
But my point is, I'm so acting my age these days. For example, I went to Target today to pick up an ironing board cover and other items of domestic docility (ooooh, a fabric shaver!). Sauntering by the electronics section, I just happened to see what looked to be two 60 gig Playstation 3's hanging out inside the locked display, eagerly awaiting a chance to go home with me. The rest of my time in the store was a titanic struggle in my own head not to buy the damn thing right there and then. And the temptation was mighty, kind of liking dropping a newly recovered heroin addict in a shooting gallery and telling him to just say no.
But I said no, and I'm proud, dammit. Anyway, there's only one game I'm interested in playing on PS3 right now, Resistance, and since I'm so enamored of Gears of War at the moment -- it is one of the best games I've ever played -- I'm thinking it's going to have to be pretty damn special to warrant spending about $800 for a new system, peripherals and game discs.
Maybe when I'm 40.