No gods, no kings, no billionaires
Hot issue of the day: do you consider socks to be underwear? I do, Abi doesn’t. Abi’s argument is that she doesn’t mind my grandmother seeing her socks, therefore they’re not underwear. My argument is that they belong to the “things that go under your main clothes” family, and thus are right up there with knickers and bras. Plus, they go in my underwear drawer. Duh.
Your opinions, please.
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To borrow and misapply a term from John Scalzi, 2004 was a meh year for my videogaming habit. Sure, there were plenty of good games around, but I didn’t do much actual playing of them.
Of the “completable” games I bought, I ended up finishing only two of them: Halo and Jak 3. Others, like Galleon, Riddick, Halo 2, Half-Life 2, Ratchet & Clank 3, and Rainbow Six 3 have slipped into and out of their various loading slots with varying levels of enjoyment, but only moderate amounts of long-term interest. Of the infinitely replayable kind of game, only Burnout 3 has lasted beyond its initial thrill.
In my own mind I picture myself as a fairly dedicated videogamer, so this lack of follow-through and persistence bothers me. But if I look back on the last twelve months and ask myself if I’ve regretted not spending more of my free time on games, the answer is no. My leisure time is limited, and I enjoy spending it on activities I’m interested in. Games just happened to be near the bottom of the pile of things I fancied doing in 2004. (The acquisition of a new XBox and a subscription to XBox Live notwithstanding.)
This lack of real interest seems to have two other consequences:
I suppose the advantage of this is that I now have a stockpile of games to choose from as soon as the videogaming urge is upon me again.
Okay, so beyond the ability to check web designs on Safari, what reasonable excuse do I have for buying a new Mac Mini? I mean, apart from RAW UNCHECKED LUST.
At £339, I’m already trying to figure out where it would fit on my desk, and how much a decent keyboard/mouse switch would cost. Sheez.
Inspired by Tantek Çelik, I’ve given up caffeine. Now, because I don’t drink coffee, this primarily involves the absence of sugar-free cola-flavoured beverages. On a typical day I’ll go through about two or more litres of the stuff (yes, really), but I haven’t had any since Thursday. Friday was filled with the expected caffeine-deprivation headache, but today was okay. It’s too early to comment on specific physical effects, but I’m going to keep this up until at least the end of the week and see what happens. If any of the effects Tantek described manifest themselves, it might be worth staying off it.
Big shouts out to my homies Frank and Matt. Frank got married in December and is going to be get babied up in March; and Matt gave birth on Hogmanay. Well, I suppose technically it was his wife, but I’m sure Matt was really supportive and shared her pain.
Welcome to the parenting club, guys. I’d suggest we get T-shirts, but the little ones would only be sick over them and obscure the cool logos.