July 21, 2004

Farewell, My Mistress PS2

If you have Showtime and a dark sense of humor, you should be watching "Dead Like Me". That's all there is to it. It's the best comedy on cable, hands down. Season 2 premieres this Sunday. So don't call the house, we won't answer it.

In other news, Melissa and I have decided to give NetFlix.com a try. We are big movie people, and we have the overstuffed entertainment center to prove it. Unfortunately, we don't watch the movies that we own very much, and we don't get to see some movies at all. NetFlix apparently solves all that. For $20 a month, we can run through our "Need to see" movie list in short order, with no worries about returning them late. See the site for details, but it's been recommended to us too many times to resist any further.

Finally, a bit of sad news. I'm about to break it off with my first love. (No, not Melissa, although she's my greatest one.) Long before women entered the picture, I was a video game junkie. Mom & Dad bought my brother and a ColecoVision back in the day, and I saved my money to buy a Nintendo, when they came out. I wasn't the smartest kid in school, I was no virtuoso on the saxophone, I was useless in sports, and I sure as hell wasn't a looker. The only thing I could do well was video games.

I could beat any Nintendo game in two days flat, with the ironic exception of "Super Mario Brothers". It just wasn't worth the trouble. It was a milestone in 1993 when the game "Myst" broke the 48-hour barrier of gameplay. Since then, I moved on to more PC games, and PlayStations 1 & 2. It's been fun, but I realized that I have absolutely nothing to show for it. Some games take upwards of 40 hours to complete, and once I spend that time, what did I have to show for it? A saved game on a memory card?

I'm trying to break myself of the habit. I want to do something productive with my time, like write more or learn to draw. I might not be able to go cold turkey, but I am putting a moratorium on new video game purchases. Wish me luck, and don't be surprised if I show up at your door, all strung-out, PS2 in hand, asking of you can hook me up.

1 comment:

  1. "Wish me luck, and don't be surprised if I show up at your door, all strung-out, PS2 in hand, asking of you can hook me up."

    Boy, does THAT bring back some memories! I still remember my mother telling me (with a strange mixture of wonder and caution in her voice) that she had come home one day only to find you contentedly playing Nintendo. Her point, I think, was that you were in our house but none of US were.

    I'll be sorry to see the old girl go. She's been good for you. Of course, if you ever decide to pitch her altogether, I'll be going through your trash cans. You can have visitation rights.