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The 360 hit the office several days ago.
It didn’t take long before people started the trash talking. The throw-downs. The bravado. So far it’s all Halo 3 action, but it’s only a matter of time before I can be totally trashed in Gears of War, Call of Duty, Team Fortress… Heck, I’m sure I’ll even have my fair share of Portal geeks casting aspersions on my “cyber manhood” in sing-song computer voices. Where is my companion cube? No cake for YOU!
Truth is, I don’t have that kind of time. No really, I mean it! The workload around here has been pretty tight, with end-of-year deliverables being considered do-or-die. Mix that with the holidays, and such, and this is a very bad time of year for my game.
My game.
That almost sounds like I HAVE game. Which I don’t. Oh, I’ll admit it. I’m pretty out of it. I regularly provide some cover fire and comic relief at the little gatherings of friends. I get my ass handed to me online (when I ever deign to go online). I enjoy the ballyhoo and all the crazy frenzy that is a good head-to-head. I do revel on some boards, where the playing field has been leveled by handicaps like “no camping”, or “everybody has the same weapons” restrictions. Anything to reduce the need to rely on hard earned skills. You know: the kind that can only be gained from practice?
And that, my friends is the final death knell. I will not… nay, CANNOT muster the time it takes to master these skills. I swear. If my life were a bit different, perhaps I could go home and put in a couple of demoralizing hours being no-scoped by 14 year-olds. I’d endure the endless taunts and the corpse-humping (though I hear that’s going out of style). I’d muster through the “You suck SO BAD” and the disparaging sobriquets tossed my way as I stumble from game to game HOPING that they don’t realize it’s that same lame n00b again, and let me join. Oh yeah. I’d do it! I’d do it all.
If I had the time.
You see, I’m not afraid to pay my dues. I’m really not. ‘Cause now, it’s not only a point of pride. Now it’s not simply the grudging respect of my friends: Who, btw, since i’ve known them since they were all dorks like I was, really never can be but so holier-than-thou. It’s not even to get some meager standing in the online-community. Let’s face it. That’s a train that left the station with Tetris in 1985.
No. This time, it’s work.
A good friend and talented writer, Paul Lucas, gets even more recognition of his efforts. His most recent article, an interview with WMMR (including the legendary Pierre Robert), graces Montgomery Newspapers and gets a nod of approval on the front page of WMMR’s site (Keep scrolling. Stop gawking at the hotties. *time-limited, since the homepage is certain to change*).
Great work Paul!
(Some additional reviews can be found here:)
Transformers
Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix
Mickey Hart: Global Drum Project
16th Annual Philadelphia Film Festival
Amazon pushed their facelift. Details are available here, but you will probably want to just go through the front door.
So I’ve been demoted.
Honestly? I should have seen it coming. The post rate around here is… well, frankly, abysmal. I just haven’t been able to muster the strength of commitment to keep a string of regular posts coming.
And I tell myself I’m doing it for you. Really! You don’t want to read some lame diatribe about what I did today. Hell, I don’t even want to relive what happened today. Subjecting you to some half-thought out ramblings on the status of the coffee machine, or who said what to whom at work… well. It just seems trite. So I’m sparing you the dribbling of my life. No, no! Don’t thank me. It’s the least I can do.
Apparently, after crunching the numbers, the eggheads at the New York Times finally realized that they could get more revenue from ads, than they could charging for a subscription. Or so the AFP is intimating. Go figure. probably had something to do with the number of stunted deep-link attempts. Way to read your logs, guys! So bye-bye TimesSelect.
And frankly, a welcome turn of affairs. Now I can enjoy all that famous NYT premium content, including select (no pun intended) archived content back to 1981, without having to beg a friend for access to their subscription. Did I just type that?
Anywho… go take a looksee.
