I’ve discovered the ultimate way to break an internet addiction: buy an XBOX 360. Alright, I wasn’t addicted to the internet, but I did spent a lot of time on here. hen I bought the 360 and BAMF! I haven’t been online in months. Well, besides really brief moments, such as looking up local food delivery places or Google mapping some shit. But other than that I haven’t been on in months.
My friend Steve’s been nagging me about blogging, so fuck it. I might as well start again. I’ll try to do this weekly at worst, daily at best. So…
…I’ve been playing a lot of Call of Duty 4 and through that medium I’ve realized that I’m getting old. I’m getting my ass kicked my kids that haven’t even hit puberty yet. For those of you that don’t know, it’s a modern day war game where the players are split into teams and they kick the shit out of each other. But the BOX 360 uses a headphone/mic set up so you can talk to your teammates and talk shit to the opposing team while in the ‘game lobby’ (the pre-game). 90% of the bastards that have the top scores have high-pitched, squeaky little voices. I often inquire as to their ages and most of them aren’t any older than 13. Most tend to be 11, as if to turn twelve has the prerequisite that you play COD4. Seriously. There’s a shit-ton of 11 year olds in there. And they’re kicking my ass. Fuck these little bastards and they’re awesome hand-eye coordination. I spent my early years outside, riding bikes and playing tag. Or playing D&D. But these punks are born with controllers in their hands and thus they game through their formative years. And kick ass.
The meek are inheriting the earth.
Assholes.
It doesn’t help that I’m on 4 different heavy painkillers, so I’m trying to have hand-eye coordination through a medication fog. But still. At least some days I manage a good 25 kills, 6 deaths type score. Other days, not so good.
“Enemy airstrike on your position.”
-=Grim=-